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

Stephen Chow's eyes lit up.

Isn't this a walking fire extinguisher and an industrial-grade mixer?

It flies directly at low altitude to reach the fire in the deep mountains where fire trucks cannot reach, and uses reverse cyclones to isolate oxygen and extinguish the fire directly.

When used in conjunction with cyclones, flame retardants can be sprayed onto the fire scene, making it far more efficient than firefighting aircraft!

It can also quickly create firebreaks several kilometers wide within minutes, completely blocking the spread of fire and solving the problem of dealing with major forest fires at its root.

It is also suitable for ultra-hard rock tunnel and underground engineering construction!

It can also completely solve the biggest pain point of the wind power industry being dependent on the weather!

Let him spin wherever there's a lack of wind!

Zhou Xingxing stopped thinking and pushed open the door to leave.

Before leaving, he gestured to the slug under the table behind him, indicating that he would wait at the usual place.

The streets have descended into chaos.

Pedestrians scattered and fled, and the raging torrent was forced into a dead end.

There were two bullet holes in the back of the trench coat, and blood was seeping out from the holes.

The hands were still spinning, but the force of the cyclone had weakened considerably, only able to block the rubble and shrapnel.

A black SUV stopped at the entrance of the alley, and five people got out.

Wearing a tactical vest and holding an assault rifle.

The bald man leading the group, carrying a gun, cautiously walked into the alley.

The bald man's English had a South African accent:

"Don't bother, it's a rapid."

"We'll add $100,000 for delivering the goods alive, but we don't mind earning less."

"One last time, lie down and put your hands behind your head."

The bald man raised his gun and aimed.

A voice drifted from the alley entrance, a mix of Chinese and broken English.

Hello everyone!

"Excuse me, may I pass by?"

The five mercenaries turned around at the same time.

Stephen Chow, with his right hand in his pocket, struck a pose at the entrance of the alley.

"Get out of my way! Mind your own business!"

"Don't be nervous, I'm not going to cause trouble, I'm just here to buy groceries."

"That's the one over there, not for sale."

The bald man didn't want to waste words, so he made a gesture to the people around him.

Recently, a mercenary pointed his gun directly at Stephen Chow and put his index finger on the trigger.

In the blink of an eye, a flash of light appeared.

No one saw Stephen Chow's movements clearly.

A butcher's knife spun one and a half times in the air before severing the man's gun barrel.

The gun barrel was severed cleanly at the base, leaving a smooth metal cross-section.

Before the broken gun barrel even hit the ground, Stephen Chow had already vanished.

When it reappeared, the back of the knife struck the second person's wrist.

With a crisp crack, the bone shattered.

A third person pounced from the side.

The butcher knife slashed horizontally across the man's tactical vest, cutting through all the bandages.

The vest fell apart and landed on the ground, spilling out the hand grenade hidden inside.

The man stared blankly at his naked body.

Stephen Chow didn't care about any of that and kicked the other person in the chest.

In less than six seconds, three people fell.

The remaining bald man and another person stood back to back, their guns firing wildly in all directions.

But Stephen Chow had already squatted down, and with his left hand he pulled something out of his pocket.

A fruit knife.

The kind of apple peeler you see in supermarkets, with a plastic handle and a short blade.

A flick of the wrist.

The fruit knife flew out at a tricky angle.

It bounced off the ground, then off the wall, and then bounced off the wall a second time, piercing straight into the bald man's heart.

The bald man screamed and fell to the ground; his gun had accidentally discharged.

The last mercenary turned to run, but Zhou Xingxing was already standing behind him.

The back of the butcher's knife was placed across the back of the man's neck, and it was used to make a light slash.

The entire alleyway fell silent.

Jiliu leaned against the wall, somewhat taken aback.

Is this a companion?

I don't see any special abilities in this.

Is the throw 100% accurate?

After wiping the butcher knife clean, Stephen Chow tucked it back into his waistband.

Only then did he walk up to the rapids and examine the other person's wounds.

"The bullet didn't penetrate; it was just shrapnel that caused the cuts. You won't die."

Stephen Chow pulled a pack of Band-Aids from his pocket, and ignoring the pain of the rushing water, he slapped them onto the bleeding wound.

"Just leave it on for now; stopping the bleeding is the priority."

"I bought several boxes of this wholesale, enough for everyone."

The torrent stared at him:

"Who are you?"

"You can call me Stephen Chow."

Stephen Chow stood up and clapped his hands:

"Your former colleague Mortimer Toynbee referred me here."

"Oh, you call him the Toad Man."

"Mortimer? He's still alive?"

"Alive, and living quite comfortably."

"I'm currently drilling bolts on a cliff in Guizhou. My monthly salary is 4,500 yuan, including food and accommodation, and five social insurances and one housing fund."

"Last week he even saved a worker's life and is respectfully called Master Mo by the entire construction site."

The torrent fell silent for a moment.

Torrent and Mortimer weren't close when they were in the Brotherhood, but they weren't enemies either.

Toadman is a low-ranking member of the Brotherhood, and Magneto usually doesn't even bother to give him a second glance.

"You want me to go to China?"

"Yes, we can pay you a high salary, get you a visa, and let you walk on the street openly and live a normal life."

"You don't have to eat things from the trash can anymore."

The rapids raised their heads and looked at Stephen Chow.

His face was thin, with high cheekbones and deep-set eyes, bearing the marks of long-term malnutrition and constant hiding.

"I can't leave."

Why?

"I have a grudge that I haven't settled."

Jiliu looked down at his scarred hands, his voice low:

"It's not just these few small fry chasing me."

"The person who provided the funding was William Stryker."

"He kidnapped my brother and imprisoned him in an underground laboratory to conduct human modification experiments."

"My brother isn't a mutant; he's just an ordinary person, a librarian who loves to draw!"

"They arrested him to threaten me and force me to be their guinea pig!"

Stephen Chow put a cigarette in his mouth, tilted his head, and thought for a while.

"Where is your brother being held?"

"Underneath Seventh Avenue in Brooklyn, a laboratory converted from an abandoned subway station."

"I went there once, and there were at least twenty armed men there, with guards every three steps, as well as surveillance cameras and electronic locks."

"I can't get in by myself."

The meaning of "swift current" is very clear.

You can send me to China, but you have to rescue my brother first.

"Okay, I'll help you get him out."

Stephen Chow twisted his neck:

"But there's one more condition."

"What are the conditions?"

"After the person is rescued, both of you will come with me. We'll sign labor contracts, with six types of insurance and two types of housing funds."

"I can arrange an office job for your brother, either in logistics or warehouse management."

"If he's not happy, the government will pay for his schooling."

The torrent opened its mouth, as if to say something, but then swallowed it back.

"There's one more."

Stephen Chow held up his finger:

"When you come to China, you are not allowed to cause trouble, and you are not allowed to tear down other people's roofs."

"In the United States, you are a wanted criminal; in China, you are a legal worker. There is a difference."

The sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance, growing louder as they approached.

Stephen Chow grabbed Jiliu's arm:

"Let's retreat first. Tell me all the details about your underground laboratory, everything."

The two people disappeared at the other end of the alley.

The bald man lying on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, sat up abruptly, gasped for breath, and struggled to pull the fruit knife from his chest.

The plastic handle is printed with two Chinese characters: Two Yuan.