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

Stephen Chow walked a few dozen meters and lit a cigarette.

He took out his phone and opened an Excel spreadsheet titled "Second Batch of Intended Talents List".

This table is what he calculated over the past three days.

The data sources are extremely diverse.

There were top-secret files uncovered by Leonardo da Vinci, as well as intelligence he bought on dark web forums.

There are eleven names in total, and each one can generate a lot of profit.

Stephen Chow squatted by the mountain road, smoking and tracing lines down with his finger.

The first one is Kane Marko, codenamed Red Tank.

Officially defined as having unstoppable destructive power, it is huge and can flatten mountains once it starts running.

The note indicates that this is an excellent alternative to tunnel boring machines.

Zhou Xingxing quickly did some mental calculations: the daily rental fee for a tunnel boring machine on the market is between 80,000 and 120,000 yuan.

Including diesel fuel and maintenance.

A tunnel project that takes three to six months can easily cost tens of millions of yuan.

If you manage to lure Red Tank over, buy him ten buckets of KFC a day, plus a daily wage, and let him crash into a mountainside.

Even if it only replaces 30% of the project volume, how much money can be saved in a year?

There are still risks.

This person isn't very bright; he's said to be stubborn and short-tempered.

We need to find a good-tempered political commissar who can soothe children to keep an eye on him, otherwise he might cause a mountain to collapse.

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The second one is Bobby Drake, codenamed Iceman.

The official definition is that the entire body's constitution is transformed into organic ice crystals, which can create an extremely cold area out of thin air, covering a radius of 200 meters.

The note indicates that he is the chief expert in cooling down large-volume concrete pouring.

Anyone who has worked on construction sites knows that the biggest problem with pouring concrete in the summer in the south is the heat of hydration.

If the temperature is not properly controlled, the concrete will crack directly inside, ruining the project.

To lower the temperature, pre-installed cooling pipes and purchased thousands of tons of ice were required, resulting in extremely high costs.

Just bring the ice man over and have him stand on the spot, and the area within a 200-meter radius will automatically cool down and frost over, saving you the cost of air conditioning.

The potential risk is that I heard this guy used to be a core member of the X-Men and was beaten up by Western capitalism.

Before bringing it back, we need to have him recite the core values ​​several times to prevent ideological conflicts.

Stephen Chow got more and more excited as he watched, only realizing what was happening when he burned his hand with his cigarette.

Eleven people can't possibly make it back by themselves in one trip.

Moreover, because of the bill, these people were forced to scatter to various places.

Just as he was figuring out how to write persuasive rhetoric, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Upon opening it, I saw that it was a message from Director Wang.

The Americans have gone mad.

Enforcement of the registration law was escalated overnight, with special forces in New York and Los Angeles simultaneously launching raids.

Large numbers of mutants are fleeing to the Canadian and Mexican border.

If you want to get them released, the window of opportunity is only two to three weeks away.

Stephen Chow's eyelids twitched, and he straightened his back.

The second message popped up immediately afterward: Your US visa has been approved; you can buy your own plane ticket.

I'm warning you, the old rule applies: only economy class tickets will be reimbursed. Don't give me any more business class upgrade invoices.

Three seconds later, a third text message arrived, its tone revealing compromise: the food allowance had been approved.

Don't let your toad starve to death on the construction site and embarrass the country.

"Old Wang, you're such a cheapskate, he'll steal all your goji berries sooner or later."

He muttered a curse under his breath and shoved his phone back into his pocket.

I can't wait any longer; if I'm late, the Americans will all be caught and used for experiments.

He rushed toward the wrecked bread truck, opened the door, and floored the gas pedal.

With a physique like Red Tank, how much would you have to pay him per day to be willing to drill holes?

If the Ice Man's abilities were to be continuously applied for eight hours, would he faint due to low blood sugar? Would he need to keep glucose water readily available?

What is the maximum distance the Blue Devil can teleport once? Can it carry cement across borders?

There is one more urgent matter.

"Damn it, what kind of discount is there on economy class flights from Los Angeles to New York now?"

"To save money on food, should I pack two boxes of braised beef noodles in my suitcase to take to the United States?"

Queens, New York.

A Mexican coffee shop called Golden Hoof.

When Stephen Chow pushed open the door, he was almost overwhelmed by the smell at the entrance.

The contact person has arrived.

The skinny man huddled in a corner booth, a latte in front of him.

This man, codenamed Slug, was an informant planted by Bureau 749 in New York's Chinatown.

It's called "snot bug" because it has chronic rhinitis and a runny nose every single day of the year.

Stephen Chow sat down and pulled his hat brim down.

"I brought the things."

The slug pulled a USB drive out of his crotch.

Stephen Chow stared at the USB drive, then looked at his right hand, which he had just pulled out.

"Couldn't you have hidden somewhere else?"

"Safety."

The slug sniffed, quite self-righteously.

"I was searched three times on the street last week. They searched my bag, pockets, and even the soles of my shoes, but no one touched this spot."

Stephen Chow held the USB drive between the edges of his two fingers and put it in his pocket.

"The latest list is inside."

"Yes, I bought it from the logistics guy in the sentry unit for two hundred dollars."

"That kid is a gambler; when he's desperate, he'll sell anything."

"In the past three weeks, a total of 37 mutants have been registered, and about ten of them are still alive."

The slug slurped again.

"More than a dozen of them are heading to Mexico, and a few are hiding in the underground pipe network of Brooklyn."

"Where's the Red Tank? Is Kane Marco on the list?"

"It exists, but you won't get it."

"How so?"

"He was kept in a mobile prison van, escorted by six sentry robots 24 hours a day."

"Transfer from the East Coast to a secret base in Nevada."

"I peed my pants the moment I saw that defense level. Literally, I haven't even gone to the toilet yet."

Stephen Chow cursed.

"What about the Blue Devil? The one who can teleport?"

"He ran away. I heard he went to Germany and hid in a church."

"Fireman"

"He was arrested in Los Angeles, two days ago."

"The charge was illegally setting up a fireworks display on the beach, which ignited all the trash cans within a three-kilometer radius."

I would have my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon illuminates the ditch.

hateful.

"Who else can we contact right now?"

The snotty bug counted on its fingers for a while, and its snot almost dripped into the coffee cup.

"It's hard to say, things are very tense right now, you'll have to look at the list yourself."

"By the way, a few of them used to be with Magneto, and they've been active in the Queens area lately."

After a brief conversation, Slug wrote down information about mutants who might appear in the vicinity on a napkin.

Just as Stephen Chow was about to reach out and take it, a series of gunshots suddenly rang out from the street outside the glass window.

Bang bang bang.

The only three customers in the café ducked under the table with practiced ease.

The proprietress tumbled into the kitchen carrying the cash register, muttering the name of the Virgin Mary.

Stephen Chow turned his head to look out the window.

At the crossroads a hundred meters away, the man in the trench coat was running for his life.

Two SUVs were chasing behind, gun barrels sticking out of their windows and flashing.

The man flicked his right hand, and a vortex of air appeared out of thin air, lifting the trash can into the air.

The trash can smashed into the windshield of the pursuing car.

The SUV swerved sharply and overturned onto the side of the road, and a second car sped towards it without slowing down.

"Who is this?"

The slug poked its head out and took a couple of glances.

"Torrent, who used to be with Magneto, has the ability to spin his body at high speed."

"You should run too. The ones chasing him are the mercenaries hired by the Recyclers. They only care about money, not people."

The slug started to crawl under the table.

Stephen Chow stood up.

"Be more specific."

"It can fly by rotating its body at high speed, and its skin can secrete substances that turn into sharp weapons."