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

Wolverine pulled his body out of the wall and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The wounds on my body are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if I had never been injured at all.

Hidden within the thick rock armor, the landslide's rampant laughter echoed through the cracks in the rock, sounding like a turtle still hopping around inside a pot.

"Chop away as you please!"

The sound echoed underground, carrying a morbid sense of triumph.

"You could hack and slash for a hundred years, and all you'd get is polishing and waxing this armor of mine!"

Wolverine let out a low growl, his calf muscles tensing, ready to charge.

Stephen Chow swung his knife horizontally, stopping the old wolf that was about to go out of control.

"Don't rush, illegal and unauthorized buildings cannot be forcibly demolished."

Wolverine bared his teeth, his eyes blazing with fury, his expression clearly saying: Get out of the way.

"I'll tear him apart alive!"

"I know you want to tear it, but you have to tear it in the right place."

Zhou Xingxing kept his eyes fixed on the pile of rock armor the whole time.

"If you charge in, he absorbs the impact and adds another layer of force. You can decide for yourself whether it's easier or more troublesome."

The landslide didn't want to listen to these people's babbling, so it raised its arms and slammed them into the ground!

The charred slag around the incinerator, the tattered rags of hospital gowns, and the blood-stained plastic bracelets were all strangely lifted up by gravity and stuck to the surface of the rock armor.

The rock armor, originally three meters tall, expanded to nearly four meters.

"If the mountain collapses, I guarantee you, you won't even pass the political review in your next life."

Zhou Xingxing exerted force with his feet, his body slid, and he cut close to the ground to the side of the landslide.

The Tianshan Cold Iron Pig-Slaughtering Knife was angled against the ground, and internal energy was poured into the blade without reservation, making a tricky upward thrust!

The air penetrated the blade, chilling to the bone.

The landslide had no idea where the knife would come from; it struck him squarely in the knee.

His massive body tilted to one side, and he knelt on one knee.

"How is that possible?!"

The King of Cards immediately followed suit, conjuring a ten-dollar casino chip with his fingertips, and a surge of purplish-red kinetic energy poured into it.

"That location is a load-bearing point, right?!"

Stephen Chow didn't even turn his head.

"At the knee crack! Don't use too much explosive force; if it triggers a chain reaction of collapses, you'll be fully responsible for a major personal accident!"

The King of Cards understood immediately. With a flick of his wrist, the coin transformed into a streak of purple light and pierced into the crack in the rock armor's knee.

The explosion was extremely muffled.

The rock strata around the entire right knee joint were blasted to pieces and stripped away, causing the landslide to shrink by half again.

Wolverine sensed an opening.

He's fought more battles in his life than there are bricks in this basement, and he knows better than anyone what a fatal opening is.

With a roar, it rapidly approached, its six steel claws plunging deep into the broad chest of the rock armor along the cracks.

"Should we start here?"

"Yes, press down along the lines, and don't pull it outwards!"

Wolverine unleashed terrifying brute force, his steel claws jamming the crack, dragging it downwards to the very bottom.

Amidst a teeth-grinding scraping sound, a deep ravine was forcibly carved into the chest of the rock armor.

The landslide completely threw them into panic.

Enraged, he swung his left arm, sending up a wave of rubble.

Stephen Chow pressed close, ignoring the flying rubble, and delivered a diagonal slash along the crack with his butcher knife.

Large chunks of rock containing ashes peeled off on the spot.

The main body of the landslide finally erupted in fury in the air, half of its face contorted in panic.

"stop!"

"Stop it!"

"Kill me and you'll get nothing!"

"This was all orchestrated by the Silver Peak Consortium! I didn't seize those goods by myself!"

Stephen Chow is getting closer step by step.

"When those mutants were pushed into the incinerator, did you hear them begging for mercy?"

The mountain collapsed, its Adam's apple bobbing laboriously.

Of course, those cries were heard.

He not only heard it, but also watched the furnace door close and the numbers on the thermometer climb up one by one until the sounds completely disappeared.

But he couldn't answer a single question right now.

"The Huaxia Safety Supervision Department issued its final ruling on-site!"

"Upon investigation, the party involved in the landslide was found to have committed the following illegal acts: illegally detaining workers, seriously violating construction regulations, maliciously destroying crucial evidence, and wantonly desecrating the workers' remains..."

"And numerous unforgivable humanitarian crimes."

Stephen Chow raised his right hand high.

"The punishment result..."

The King of Cards threw out his last charged card, and a series of explosions blew away all the defenses behind the avalanche.

Wolverine pressed his advantage, his six claws flailing wildly, tearing apart the remaining rock shell.

Stephen Chow swung his knife horizontally, the blade flashing like lightning cutting through the darkness.

"A lifetime ban from China's infrastructure industry!"

Where the blade strikes, nothing is left standing.

The butcher's knife slid diagonally downwards from the left shoulder, effortlessly cleaving rock, flesh, and bone in two.

Even so, mutants blessed by the ley lines still retain a disgusting vitality.

The mountain collapsed into a pool of blood, coughing up blood and phlegm, its hands still desperately clawing at the ground, trying to merge with the earth's veins to escape.

Wolverine walked forward, panting heavily, his eyes bloodthirsty, blood dripping from his steel claws.

"Let me finish this scum!"

Stephen Chow showed no intention of backing down.

"This case falls under the full jurisdiction of our Safety Supervision Department."

The tip of the knife was firmly pressed against the aorta caused by the landslide.

"You...you really can't kill me!"

Shan Beng desperately begged for mercy, "I have the ledgers! All the financial transactions of the Silver Peak Consortium are in there! There's also a vault downstairs! Gold, bonds, cash—you couldn't spend it all in a lifetime!"

The King of Cards' ears perked up.

"Where did you hide the ledger?"

Shan Beng thought he had grasped a lifeline, and joy finally showed in his eyes. He spoke quickly and urgently.

"Just let me go! Just let me go, and I'll tell you where the ledger is!"

"Otherwise, once I die, the conglomerate will label you as terrorists! They'll hunt you down all over the world! You'll never have a peaceful life!"

Stephen Chow stared at him for two seconds.

He then turned his head and looked at the card king next to him.

"Cousin, according to your local customs, who owns the property in a vault registered under a deceased person's name?"

The King of Cards shrugged.

"The Thieves Guild has a clear rule that living people can inherit directly."

Stephen Chow nodded in satisfaction.

"That makes things easier."

Shanteng realized what was happening, and was about to open his mouth, about to shout another word, about to shout another word, about to promise an even bigger number, about to add another bargaining chip that he thought would be useful...

With a flick of his wrist, Zhou Xingxing unleashed three sharp, swift blades that flashed instantly, reaching the King of Cards so fast that his eyelids didn't even have time to twitch.

The landslide was completely silent, forever silent, turning into several lifeless pieces of rotten flesh, spread out on the earth's veins that he once thought were unbreakable.

The hands were still in a downward grabbing position, the knuckles embedded in the rock, grasping nothing.

The strategist, a toothpick dangling from his lips, said casually, "Alright, now who's going to open the vault?"

Just then, the gerbil squeezed out from the crack in the corner of the wall.

His face was covered in a mixture of lime and cold sweat from fear. Holding a box, he said somewhat timidly:

"I...I found the spare key to the vault!"