American comic: From Beijing with Love, starting with a mutant.

It was very quiet in the early morning.

Several empty wine bottles were piled up in the yard, along with haphazardly placed stools. On the table was half a pot of leftover hot pot broth from last night, with oil condensing into a white film.

The girl in blue was hanging on the old locust tree.

His limbs were loosely wrapped around the branches, his head drooping, and a glistening trail of drool hanging from the corner of his mouth.

A gust of wind blew, and he swayed twice with the tree branch, but he didn't wake up.

Stephen Chow walked out of the main room and looked up for two seconds.

"Sleeping in a tree attracts mosquitoes, and a spatial ability user ended up dying of dengue fever? That doesn't sound good."

He shook his head, just as he was about to find a broom to clean up last night's battlefield, when the door to the east wing rang.

Polaris's hair was a little messy, and before the two could even greet each other, Stephen Chow's phone rang.

As soon as the call connected, Director Wang's roar exploded from the phone.

"Ling Lingqi!!"

"Good morning, Director. Your breathing is very strong; it seems you slept well last night."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

"Get to the medical room right now! If you're still dawdling in the yard, I'm tearing up that reimbursement form!"

"Director, don't get agitated. Getting angry in the morning can damage your liver."

"You're not hurt! Come here right now! You're all better!"

The phone slammed down.

Zhou Xingxing put the phone away, turned around and shouted into the yard.

"Wake up, everyone! Big news!"

The carefree girl on the tree shivered, her arm slipped, and she fell "plop" into a pile of fallen leaves.

After rolling over, I sat up groggily, my head covered in leaves.

"An earthquake?"

"More important than an earthquake."

Soft Ice Cream rubbed her eyes as she came out of the west wing: "Would you like breakfast?"

He was out in the rapids, his hair was a mess, his eyelids were swollen, his cheeks were blue, and he was staggering as he walked.

Last night, while listening to the toad man tell stories about the construction site, he drank Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor). In the end, the toad man patted him on the shoulder and poured him three cups of "workers' friendship liquor".

It turns out that former members of the Brotherhood of Mutants are very good at controlling tornadoes, but their defenses against the drinking culture prevalent on Chinese construction sites are practically nonexistent.

The toad man was the most energetic; he drank the most last night, but this morning he looked like a normal worker.

Looking at his posture, Zhou Xingxing thought to himself that this guy probably drank with Lao Liu every day on the construction site in Guizhou, and his alcohol tolerance must have been developed a long time ago.

"Hey, what's wrong?" The toad-man came over, and his thick, high-sounding Mandarin made Stephen Chow's teeth ache.

"News has come from Andong."

In a single sentence, the turbulent gaze instantly cleared.

The hangover, headache, and nausea are all gone.

"real?"

"Do I look like someone who's joking?"

Several people in the courtyard were looking at him at the same time, their expressions were all the same.

Like.

very alike.

Stephen Chow coughed lightly, trying to save face.

"What I mean is, I never joke about matters of principle that involve the safety of employees and the survival of expense reports."

He waved his hand.

"Hurry up, let's go see Wenxi's amazing physics skills."

The group squeezed into Stephen Chow's bread cart and hurriedly headed to their destination.

Underground medical room.

Several people were standing inside the room.

Director Wang stood by the bed with his hands behind his back, his expression complex.

It's like being fed a mouthful of bitter melon, yet having to admit that it does work.

Leonardo da Vinci stood beside him, a plunger hanging from his white coat.

The Mediterranean Sea above his head shone brightly under the lights, and his expression even carried a hint of smugness.

The last time I saw Leonardo da Vinci with this attitude was when his invention of the "Soul Resonance Detector" (which was actually two soda cans connected by a cotton thread) actually detected an ancient tomb.

On the bed, Anton lay half-reclined.

His complexion was several levels better than it had been in the underground laboratory in New York.

The collar of the surgical gown was open, revealing a reddish-purple circular mark in the center of the chest.

Clear, complete, and approximately eight centimeters in diameter.

Stephen Chow stared at the mark for two seconds.

Then look at the plunger in Leonardo da Vinci's hand.

Take another look at that mark.

The size is a perfect match.

"Wenxi".

"exist."

"Is this... cupping?"

Da Vinci adjusted his glasses, his face solemn: "Zhou Sheng, don't underestimate cupping."

"Mr. Zhou, I'll say it again, this is not cupping."

"Then what is it?"

"It is a negative pressure guide."

"So it's cupping."

"This is a practical application of the cell harmony coexistence persuasion device!"

Leonardo da Vinci held the plunger across his chest, like a military general brandishing his weapon.

"It took me a full twelve hours! I changed the flashlight batteries three times! I adjusted the radio antenna angle seventy-four times! I rang the brass bell thirteen hundred times!"

"I also played 'Jasmine Flower,' 'The Internationale,' and a piece of cosmic white noise for him in the middle of the performance."

"Through light, sound, negative pressure, vibration, and my own sincere advocacy for intercellular peace, a historic reconciliation between the exogenous X gene and the cellular organism was ultimately achieved!"

"Your so-called historic reconciliation is just about sucking him up with a toilet plunger all night?"

Leonardo da Vinci said with a serious expression, "Director, you're trivializing complex scientific research."

Zhou Xingxing's eye twitched slightly as he looked at the doctor beside him.

"What did the report say?"

"I...I've never seen anything like this before."

Doctor Fan, in his fifties, held a stack of test reports in his hand, his expression even more complex than Director Wang's.

It was the kind of bewilderment you felt when someone slapped you across the face with a toilet plunger after decades of medical knowledge.

He held up the report, his eyes wide with disbelief.

"The rejection reaction in his body has stopped."

"That's it?"

Take a step forward into the rapids.

"Yes, it's gone. The previously extremely chaotic magnetic field reaction has now stabilized."

"How stable is it?" Director Wang frowned.

Dr. Fan glanced at the report, as if to confirm that he hadn't misread it: "His body is now actively amplifying the surrounding electromagnetic signals."

Stephen Chow: "..."

Director Wang: "..."

Leonardo da Vinci: "I knew it! White noise combined with negative pressure has a very scientific basis."

Dr. Fan added with difficulty, "Not only that, the silver-gray patterns on his body have now turned into enhanced signal amplifiers."

"What do you mean?"

Dr. Fan looked at the phone screen beside the bed.

"If you get within five meters of him, your cell phone signal will be at full strength. If you carry him to the rooftop, the nearby residential area can all get free Wi-Fi."

A long silence fell over everyone.

Anton's eyes were still somewhat unfocused as he stared blankly at the ceiling.

"……elder brother?"

"I am here."

Anton blinked, then looked down at the ring of marks on his chest: "What... what is this?"

Stephen Chow coughed, his expression serious.

"These are marks from treatment."

"What kind of treatment?"

"Physical cupping".

"...Can cupping cure this?"

"You don't understand, traditional Chinese medicine is profound and extensive." Stephen Chow patted him on the shoulder: "How are you feeling now?"

Anton slowly moved his arms and sat up.

"It doesn't hurt anymore."

He tried to raise his hand, and a tiny, shimmering silver light flickered in his palm. The old-fashioned medical instrument next to him beeped, and its screen lit up for two seconds.

"Holy crap? This kid's really become an antenna."

The toad-man scratched his head, looking envious. "This ability is so useful! The signal is terrible in the mountains near our construction site."

Stephen Chow slammed his hand on the table.

"What antenna? Watch your language."

"This is called a humanoid amplifier."

He stared at Anton and nodded earnestly.

"Archiver in the archives, and also temporary communications enhancement equipment within the bureau. From now on, your job will include moving confidential documents, relaying signals in the basement, and providing weak network coverage in mountainous areas."

Anton stared at him blankly: "I can do this?"

"Your background as a librarian makes you perfectly suited for organizing materials."

Stephen Chow said in a serious tone:

"You used to be a librarian, so you're perfect for organizing documents. Do you know how many old files there are in our 749 Bureau's underground archives? Zombie records from the Qing Dynasty, fox spirit household registration records from the Republic of China, eyewitness reports of Northeast China water monsters from the early days of the People's Republic—it's all a complete mess." "When you get there, start with numbering, registering, and archiving."

"Moreover, your physique is immune to static electricity and magnetic interference, and you even have a built-in signal amplification function. You're definitely a talent. If you work a little harder, we can even apply for an advanced communications assistance individual for you."

Jiliu stood by the bed, his eyes already red and swollen.

He didn't say anything, but simply reached out and hugged his younger brother tightly.

No one made a sound in the room for a moment.

After a long while, Jiliu finally let go of his grip, turned around and bowed to Zhou Xingxing and Director Wang.

"Stephen, I owe you my life."

"Don't get so sentimental. You two brothers will be working for the same company from now on."

He turned to look at Director Wang.

"Chief, now that the person is alright, shouldn't we be issuing welfare benefits?"