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

"You said it!"

The carefree girl stood next to him, chewing chicken leg meat indistinctly.

"No need for latitude and longitude; let the wind direction, humidity, and the rotten, sweet smell of capitalist air guide our way."

Las Vegas, right?

After sipping the last drop of milk tea from her cup, the carefree girl grinned and said, "Have a great business trip~ Bye-bye~"

Before Stephen Chow could speak, a flash of purple light and he vanished without a trace.

"You bastard! Where's your professional ethics? Where's your organizational discipline? I'm docking your perfect attendance bonus! I'm docking your perfect attendance bonus!"

Stephen Chow was furious.

Director Wang is right!

These overseas employees need to have their ideological and moral development strengthened!

Chow Sing-hing, who was still about to spout trash talk, wisely shut up when he saw that the casino security guards had started looking in their direction.

Three minutes later.

He relied on his skillful movement, "passing through a sea of ​​flowers without a single petal touching him."

He successfully sneaked into the VIP buffet area.

"The extravagance and waste of capitalism is truly outrageous."

Stephen Chow looked at the mountain of Australian lobsters and top-quality caviar and exclaimed in amazement.

He then grabbed a plate and began frantically sweeping it up.

After a dozen minutes of swirling clouds, Stephen Chow, having eaten and drunk his fill, let out a satisfied burp.

With his belt loosened and feeling completely relaxed, Stephen Chow strolled around the VIP area, carrying a briefcase in one hand and picking his teeth with the other.

As he walked, he heard a strange sound.

My ears twitched, and I looked in the direction of the sound.

Not far away, there was a high-stakes Texas Hold'em poker table surrounded by red velvet rope.

A flamboyant and ostentatious man sat at the table.

He was wearing a long brown overcoat and a face decoration that was stuck directly to his cheek.

He exudes an arrogant aura that says, "I'm handsome, I'm wild, I'm invincible."

Smurfs, oh Smurfs!

You've really delivered it to the right place!

Isn't that Gambit, Remy LeBron?

On the other side, Gambit was completely unaware that he was being targeted.

He was happily revealing his hand.

"Flush"

The player who has the best hand wins and takes the mountain of chips in front of him.

Not far away, Stephen Chow's eyes burned with intense passion.

His ability is to inject energy into objects, turning them into explosives. Even a piece of toilet paper can be used as a directional explosive charge!

If we were to blast rocks to build a bridge across the river or to mine coal...

Or perhaps we could implement targeted demolition and redevelopment in the old city...

Seeing that the King of Cards had won enough money and was preparing to retreat, Zhou Xingxing rushed over without hesitation.

"cousin!"

The passionate and expressive call caught the Card King, who had just stood up, somewhat off guard.

A man in a cheap white suit, with tears in his eyes, pushed through the crowd and put his arm around his own shoulder.

"Cousin! I've finally found you!"

"My aunt asked me to pass on a message: if you win any money, hurry back to the village and build a house! Wow, so many chips!"

With his eyes gleaming, Stephen Chow spoke while unceremoniously grabbing a few chips and stuffing them into his pocket.

"Cousin, you're really something! This money could buy two large excavators! I'll collect some of the dowry money for Auntie first, and you can keep the rest safe—don't flaunt your wealth!"

The King of Cards was completely dumbfounded.

He was a professional conman who had been operating in the underworld for twenty years.

I'm always the one who tries to scam others, so how come I got so angry that I ended up being scammed myself?

"Mon ami (My Friend)"

With a frown, the King of Cards tried to remove Stephen Chow's hand from his shoulder in English with a slight French accent.

You've mistaken me for someone else.

"Nonsense! I'd recognize you even if you were ashes! Aren't you that...that cousin who works in Dongguan?!"

Their entanglement eventually led to trouble.

The casino's surveillance room had long been keeping an eye on the winning streak of the King of Cards and the inexplicably appearing Stephen Chow.

Adding to the farce, several security personnel quickly surrounded the two and cornered them at the card table.

The head of security crossed his arms in front of him, and the outline of a holster could be vaguely seen under his suit.

"Gentlemen, please come with us."

The King of Cards' eyes turned cold.

With a flick of the finger, a playing card slid into the palm of the hand.

Before he could even strike a cool fighting pose, Stephen Chow next to him suddenly let out a strange scream.

"Sir! I surrender!"

The guy who had just been calling me "cousin" raised his hands in a standard French military salute.

"I'm reporting this person by name for cheating! He also stole my aunt's 30,000 yuan pension!"

"These few chips in my pocket are the hush money he just slipped to me. I swear I'll never give in! This scoundrel, you must punish him severely!"

The light at the King of Cards' fingertips suddenly flashed and disappeared.

No?

Dude?

Where's that affectionate way you were when you put your arm around my shoulder and called me "cousin"?!

This guy's change of face is faster than I can shuffle a deck of cards!

"Enough talk, take them all!"

Several silenced pistols were pressed against the waists of the two men through their clothes.

The King of Cards has been completely intrigued.

He wanted to see what this guy was trying to get out of him.

Stephen Chow, with a wronged expression that said "I'm a law-abiding citizen," obediently carried his suitcase inside.

The two were quickly escorted into a VIP room.

The casino manager, a man with gold rings on his fingers, was sitting leisurely on a sofa, smoking a cigar.

"Rémy LeBeau, is that right?"

The manager exhaled a smoke ring and glanced at Stephen Chow next to him.

"And your accomplices, teleporting, huh? Daring to cheat with magic tricks in my casino? You've got some nerve!"

"Give me your winnings! Also, whichever hand you cheated with, leave that hand behind. I might consider letting you leave Las Vegas alive."

The security guards around them were watching them intently, ready to take action at the slightest provocation.

The King chuckled and pulled a metal rod from inside his trench coat.

With a flick of the wrist, the long stick extended with a "crack".

"It seems you rats don't know how to treat guests politely."

The King of Spades casually raised his hand, his fingertips holding the Ace of Spades.

He turned his head and winked at Stephen Chow: "Watch, mon ami. This is real magic."

With a flick of his wrist, the fully charged Ace of Spades slammed into the coffee table in front of the manager.

"Boom!!!"

The coffee table was blown to pieces.

The manager and his chair were blown away and crashed into the wall behind him.

Before he could even get up, Zhou Xingxing, quick-witted and agile, picked up an ashtray from the ground and smashed it over his head.

"Bang!"

The manager, who rolled his eyes, immediately fainted.

Thick smoke filled the room, and papers and chips flew everywhere.

After knocking out the bodyguards with a few blows, the strategist twirled his staff with style and struck an extremely cool pose amidst the thick smoke.

He still wore a smile that was three parts wicked and seven parts smug.

"See that, buddy? That's it..."

The King of Cards, who was showing off while turning around, was dumbfounded.

Amid the chaos, Stephen Chow was kneeling on one knee.

With his left hand, he swiftly swept the scattered US dollars into his briefcase, and even took off the manager's Rolex gold watch.

"I'm rich! I'm rich! Hehe..."

"Well done, cousin!"

Stephen Chow gave a thumbs-up to the King of Cards, packed up his suitcase, and then pulled out a butcher's knife and slashed it several times in front of the door.

"Bang!"

A neat, rectangular hole, about the height of a person, appeared on the door panel.

Stephen Chow carried the suitcase and crawled into the hole. Halfway through, he suddenly turned around and waved to Gambit.

"The wind's getting strong, let's get out of here! I'm going first, cousin, you cover our retreat!"

The King of Cards is still striking a cool pose.

Looking at the ground, which was cleaner than a face, and then at the split gate, I felt somewhat bewildered.

"Where the hell did this freak come from?"