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

"Logan, don't get angry."

The King of Cards pulled out a chair, sat down, and casually dusted off the table.

"I've run into some trouble and need to hide on your turf."

"Get lost." Wolverine Logan didn't look up, picked up his glass and downed the cheap bourbon in one gulp.

"Don't bring flies here."

Beside him, Stephen Chow was completely unaware of the danger he was in.

He pulled out his beloved little notebook from somewhere and walked around Logan once.

"Hey buddy, your forward head posture and lumbar muscle strain are pretty serious."

Wolverine raised his head.

He took a deep drag on his cigar and exhaled a cloud of smoke toward Stephen Chow.

"Do you want to die?"

"The word 'death' is too unlucky. Our goal as working people is to live to be a hundred and enjoy our old age in peace."

Stephen Chow did not avoid the smoke; instead, he squinted his eyes deeply, his gaze revealing a melancholy born of experience.

"Mr. Logan, would you be interested in a change of work environment? Meals and accommodation included, six types of insurance and two types of housing funds, plus double pay at the end of the year."

The King of Cards was kicking Stephen Chow's shin under the table like crazy.

Stephen Chow kicked back, but remained unfazed.

"Look at your muscles, those defined lines, those thick forearms. Tsk tsk tsk..."

"Listen to me, our Huaxia Cross-Sea Bridge project desperately needs versatile and resilient talents like you. If you're willing to come, I'll personally help you get a senior technician qualification!"

The King of Cards next to him covered his face in pain.

He now completely understood that this agent named Stephen Zhou had absolutely no concept of the word "danger" in his mind.

Sitting across from me is Wolverine!

That beast that can chop a person into raw meat cubes at the slightest provocation!

"I'll say it one last time."

"Get this French conman out of my bar! Before I want to kill anyone."

Stephen Chow sighed.

"Cousin, do you know why you're so irritable?"

"Because you lack a sense of belonging. Without the safety net of social security and housing fund, years of temporary work and homelessness have put your endocrine system in extreme disarray."

"Come with me? I'll have Aunt Wang from the company cafeteria make you a pot of angelica and pork kidney soup every day. I guarantee you'll regain your manly composure in a week..."

Unable to stand this lunatic any longer, Wolverine let out a low growl.

"Sizzle!"

Three adamantium steel claws sprang from the bones in his right hand, aiming straight for Stephen Chow's forehead.

"when!"

The King of Cards next to him covered his ears in pain.

Amidst the flying sparks, Wolverine's pupils contracted.

Stephen Chow suddenly had a knife in his right hand.

A pig-slaughtering knife with a patina on its wooden handle and a wide, thick blade.

The blade firmly jammed those three indestructible adamantium claws!

Is this also Adamantium alloy?!

Logan has lived for over a hundred years and knows better than anyone the hardness of the metal infused into his bones.

"Your nail clippers are quite unique, buddy."

With a slight flick of his wrist, Zhou Xingxing used the flat of the butcher's knife to press down, using the force against him, and deftly deflected Logan's claws to the side.

Immediately afterward, he ignored Logan's murderous gaze and stared at the steel claws with predatory delight.

"It comes with its own high-strength cutting blades and requires no external power supply... If this were used for pre-tunnel boring machine rock breaking operations or for cutting high-strength steel bars, how much would be saved in consumable costs per day..."

"Who exactly are you?"

Wolverine was completely enraged. With a "whoosh," three steel claws shot out from his left hand, and his body arched slightly like a cheetah poised to pounce.

"Me? I'm just a peace-loving, grassroots personnel specialist who advocates replacing fighting with labor contracts."

The butcher knife was twirled in a dazzling display of skillful knife movements with his fingertips before finally settling firmly in his hand.

"By the way, let me share some background information. This knife of mine was the personal kitchen knife of the legendary swordsmiths Gan Jiang and Mo Xie. It was forged from the cold iron of Tianshan Mountain and absorbed the essence of the sun and moon for forty-nine days..."

Just as Stephen Chow struck a pose, ready to launch into a long-winded introduction of his weapon of choice, Wolverine noticed something unusual.

"call out--"

"BOOM!!!"

The violent explosion completely engulfed the entire "Finger Broken" bar.

The pursuers sent by Shan Beng directly used heavy firepower, and an anti-tank missile with a trail hit the wooden house.

An orange-red fireball shot into the sky, and the already crumbling building was reduced to a sea of ​​fire and ruins within seconds.

Three heavy pickup trucks were parked sideways in the yellow sand beside the highway.

On the roof of the lead vehicle, a gang member wearing sunglasses casually tossed aside a still-smoking launcher and spat.

"Go check it out, find Remy LeBeau's body. Cut off his head and bring it back to report."

In the ruins, the fire was still raging and thick smoke was billowing.

"Bang!"

A burning load-bearing beam was blown away and crashed onto the sandy ground more than ten meters away.

The gang thugs raised their automatic rifles.

Amidst the thick smoke, Wolverine slowly rose from the ruins.

His tattered vest had been blown into several strips, revealing his muscular build.

The self-healing factor was rapidly repairing his charred skin, and his expression was even more gloomy than that of a demon from hell.

"Fire!"

A hail of bullets rained down on Wolverine's chest, shoulders, and abdomen, splattering blood everywhere.

The next second, he moved.

Like a true lone wolf, its limbs close to the ground, it left a dark shadow in the trajectory of the bullets and crashed into the line of fire!

The pickup truck door at the very front, along with the thugs hiding behind it, was sliced ​​into several pieces by six beams of cold light.

"Bang!"

The mangled body crashed through the rear window of the car.

On the other side, the bar counter ruins at the edge of the rubble moved slightly.

The King of Cards crawled out from below, covered in dust and dirt.

Half of his flashy brown trench coat was burned off, and he had a gash on his forehead with blood streaming down his cheek.

"Damn it..."

Gambit stood up, leaning against a charred pillar, and looked at Wolverine, who had already charged into the crowd and stirred up a bloodbath, his expression changing slightly.

"Logan..."

"Those bastards are about to get really into trouble."

A muffled sound suddenly came from the side.

The King of Cards looked down.

A door panel was pushed open, and Stephen Chow looked like a miner who had just been dug out of a coal mine.

It was a patchwork of black and gray.

The counterfeit white suit was not only stained gray from smoke, but also had a fist-sized hole burned into the left cuff, and the white felt hat was nowhere to be found.

The first thing he did when he stood up was to nervously examine every corner of the suitcase.

"Thank goodness... the bone spur specimens and cash inside are still there, and the state-owned assets have been saved."

The King of Cards almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Are you fucking out of your mind?! You just got blown up head-on by an anti-tank missile!"

"Yes, I know."

Like a heartbroken old father, Stephen Chow gently brushed the ashes off the suitcase.

Then he looked at his worn-out white suit.

The King of Cards swore that in that very second, he felt a murderous aura emanating from this man who was spouting nonsense.

"This suit..."

"I bought this for 180 yuan at Xiushui Street. The shopkeeper said it's a rare find!"