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

It wasn't fully light yet.

Stephen Chow, dressed in a white suit and shiny black leather shoes, crept furtively to the door of the room, carrying a plastic bag full of liquid in one hand.

There was a piece of paper pasted on the door with a note in bold red ink:

Feeding alcohol to children is strictly prohibited!

[Teleportation manipulation is prohibited!]

No knocking at night!

If she disappears without a trace, please check the bubble tea shop and the cafeteria first!

Stephen Chow clicked his tongue, leaned one hand on the door frame, and struck an extremely melancholy and weathered pose.

"You think I can't find you just by hiding under the covers and keeping quiet? It's no use."

"A mutant as cool as you stands out like a firefly in the dark, no matter where you are!"

"Your blue skin, your incredible teleportation skills, and the bubble tea stain on your lips... all betray you."

"So, open the door! The organization has a new mission!"

"Who The Hell——"

The door was yanked open with a loud bang.

The carefree girl stood behind the door with messy red hair, her blue-purple eyes filled with murderous intent from being woken up.

She glared at Stephen Chow, who was still striking a pretentious pose: "If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I'll shove you up into a camel's ass in the Sahara right now!"

Despite the danger, Stephen Chow remained calm and held the plastic bag up to her.

Inside the bag, four cups of milk tea were swaying side by side.

Full sugar pearls, taro boba, mango pomelo sago, thick cheese Oreo.

The murderous intent in the carefree girl's eyes melted away like ice and snow.

"...Full sugar?" She swallowed.

"It must be full sugar."

"With ice?"

"Less ice. Your stomach is a fixed asset too; drinking too much ice first thing in the morning can hurt it."

The carefree girl snatched the full-sugar pearls, skillfully poked open the sealing film with a "pop," and took a big sip.

The chewy texture of the pearls and the sweetness of the sugar hit your brain directly.

"Speak."

With pearls in her mouth, her voice was muffled: "Kill whom?"

"We're a legitimate organization; let's not always be fighting," Zhou Xingxing said in a low voice. "Go on a business trip."

The carefree girl asked warily, "Where are you going?"

"USA."

"puff!"

A mouthful of milk tea sprays out like a fountain.

With lightning-fast reflexes, Stephen Chow leaned back in a bridge pose, using his skillful dodging technique to dodge the milk tea attack.

The carefree girl's eyes widened: "Are you crazy? I just got ashore and you want me to go back?"

"It's a last-minute business trip!"

Stephen Chow straightened up and adjusted his tie.

"The organization has reached a point where it needs to test your professional skills!"

The carefree girl took a half step back and shook her head.

"No way! America has mutant hunt teams, armed psychopaths, and a 20% tipping culture. I'd rather die than go!"

"Do you think I want to go? I don't want to either!"

Do you know how much a plane ticket from Beijing to New York costs?

The carefree girl looked bewildered: "A hen...?"

"Economy class tickets cost several thousand! That's enough to fill a whole horse-drawn carriage to carry all those Zimbabwean dollars!"

Stephen Chow grew increasingly indignant as he spoke, denouncing the evils of capitalism: "You think buying a ticket is all it takes? Visa, insurance, baggage check-in, airport bus, overpriced boxed meals!"

"From the moment you step into the airport, capitalism begins its organized, premeditated, assembly-line-like exploitation of your wallet!"

The carefree girl listened with a dazed look in her eyes, deeply moved.

"But things are different now!"

Suddenly, Stephen Chow pointed a finger at her, fixing it right in front of her nose: "We have you! An outstanding employee with the ability to transmit data globally without delay! You are the sharp sword that shatters the barriers of capitalist monopoly!"

The carefree girl rolled her eyes: "Speak like a human."

Stephen Chow clapped his hands: "I want to save on airfare."

"No way." The carefree girl turned to close the door.

With quick reflexes, Stephen Chow wedged his foot into the door crack and slipped the other three cups of milk tea through it.

"There are subsidies!"

"Meals and accommodation included?"

"That's a basic human right."

"America is far away, and the delivery will be extremely tiring. I'll get hungry."

Stephen Chow gritted his teeth: "Plus two large meat buns and a tea egg."

"I also want a big chicken leg."

Edith bit down on the straw, refusing to budge.

"make a deal!"

He stretched out his hand.

The carefree girl looked at his hand. "It's a deal. I'll only be your transportation. I won't fight, rescue people, carry things, or steal buns."

"Don't worry, just check out the special talent market in the western United States, it's very simple."

……

A few minutes later, in the courtyard.

Stephen Chow was carrying a briefcase.

He held in his hand the business trip approval form that Director Wang had just signed last night.

The approval form clearly states:

[Traveling to the US to conduct follow-up screening of special talents]

Transportation: To be determined

[Note: Falsifying airfare invoices is strictly prohibited!!!] (Exclamation mark emphatically)

Stephen Chow looked at the last line, sneered, folded the paper, and stuffed it into his suit pocket.

"The director is still too young. Does he think I have no way to save foreign exchange this way? How naive!"

The carefree girl stood next to him, holding a milk tea in one hand and a chicken leg in the other, with a tea egg in a plastic bag hanging from her little finger, looking like a junior high school student preparing for a spring outing.

Xiao Liu stood to the side, his face full of worry.

"Brother Zhou, are you really not going to report this again?"

"Need not."

Stephen Chow waved his hand dismissively: "By the time he finishes his soy milk, I'll already be eating a hamburger in America. Remember! Efficiency and results are the best report to your boss!"

Xiao Liu hesitated, "But the director said that she needs to register the destination and risk plan in advance for cross-border transmission..."

Stephen Chow handed him a piece of paper: "It's all written down."

Xiao Liu looked down.

Destination: United States.

Accompanying person: Zhou Xingxing.

Return time: Depends on the situation.

Risk contingency plan: adapt to changing circumstances.

Xiao Liu: "..."

What the hell is the difference between this and a blank sheet of paper?

Before Xiao Liu could protest loudly, the carefree girl had already closed her eyes, and blue-purple light slowly rose from beneath her feet.

"Where in the US are you going? Give me specific coordinates or a picture."

"New York? Are we going to Las Vegas instead?"

"As a seasoned space teleporter, you must learn to proactively overcome the difficulties caused by insufficient information."

The carefree girl said softly, "You have no idea where to go, do you?"

"nonsense!"

"As a top agent, I never need rigid latitude and longitude coordinates."

"Wind direction, humidity, and that rotten, sweet smell of capitalism will all guide us forward! Remember, the most important thing in life is not the destination, but the direction!"

The carefree girl stared at him with dead fish eyes for two seconds, then took a bite of her tea egg.

"You said it yourself."

Stephen Chow suddenly felt a chill on the back of his neck.

"Wait! Don't do anything rash..."

Before he could finish speaking, a burst of purple light flashed in the courtyard, so bright that Xiao Liu had to close his eyes.

After the light faded, the two disappeared without a trace.

Xiao Liu clutched the "depending on the situation" business trip registration form in his hand and looked up at the sky.

He suddenly felt a strong urge to write an application to transfer to the underground archives.

Even working with that mutant named Anton to organize the records of Qing Dynasty zombies would be better than living in constant fear.

……

the other side.

As the purple light dissipated, Zhou Xingxing's legs went weak, and he almost stepped on something furry.

Driven by his instincts as a secret agent, he instinctively assumed a firm horse stance, his right hand already reaching for the hilt of the butcher knife at his waist.

"Ding ding ding ding~"

"Splash splash splash splash splash~"

"JACKPOT!!!"

The colorful neon lights flashed wildly.

A sniff revealed the stench of cheap perfume, alcohol, and the metallic smell of US dollar bills being swallowed and expelled by the machine.

Stephen Chow squinted to adjust to the bright light and slowly loosened the knife handle.

There were no New York skyscrapers or dark alleyways in front of me.

This is an array of slot machines that seems to stretch as far as the eye can see.

A bunny girl dressed in a few pieces of fabric and with exaggerated feathers on her head walked past him, carrying a tray and swaying her hips in high heels.

Nearby, a fat white man, as round as fermented dough, was holding a bucket of coins and staring at the fruit patterns spinning wildly on the screen.

In the distance, some people were laughing loudly, while others were smashing machines and cursing.

Some people were even kissing the carpet while holding a pile of chips.

Looking at the scene of extravagance and debauchery around him, his face twitched slightly.

"...Where the hell did this 'fucking' thing get me now?"