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

An abandoned D-line subway tunnel beneath Seventh Avenue in Brooklyn.

The two of them walked along the pipe wall in the dark for about forty minutes.

Above ground are New York's bustling commercial districts, but beneath your feet lies a pool of stinking water and rat droppings that has accumulated for half a century.

The rapids led the way.

He has been studying the structure of this underground pipeline for two weeks.

The location of the fork in the road and the safest spot were etched into my mind.

Stephen Chow followed behind, carrying a plastic bag in his left hand, which was making a jingling sound.

Jiliu glanced back at him, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

He simply couldn't understand it.

Why would someone going to raid an underground laboratory be carrying a bag of random things?

"The ventilation shaft is about 50 meters ahead."

"Rapid currents are speaking in a low voice," Jiliu said.

"The lab's exhaust system can be connected from there, but..."

Before he could finish speaking, Stephen Chow had already squatted down and opened the plastic bag.

The contents of the bag were taken out and placed on the table.

A bottle of 56-proof Red Star Erguotou.

Two pounds of pork hind leg meat with blood streaks, wrapped in plastic wrap.

A thin-bladed boning knife and a rat cage.

The cage was made of wire and was stuffed with five or six mice, which were trampling each other.

Jiliu stared at the rat cage for three seconds, then looked at Zhou Xingxing to confirm that the man was not joking.

"Where did you get that rat?"

"The cages were set up in the dark alleys behind Chinatown. The rats in New York are quite fat, and they eat better than I do."

Stephen Chow tore open the plastic wrap and quickly sliced ​​the pork hind leg into thin slices.

"What kind of protection does the duct below the ventilation shaft have? Please explain in detail."

"Infrared temperature sensing array, with a group of probes every three meters."

The rapids have returned to normal.

"The detection range covers the entire cross-section of the pipe, and an alarm will sound as soon as a human body enters."

"There's a laser grid beyond the temperature-sensitive zone, but it's not visible to the naked eye."

"If any one of them is hit, four drones will fly out simultaneously within ten seconds."

What does the drone carry?

"Miniature electric shock bullets."

Stephen Chow sliced ​​the meat and laid the slices out on his knees.

Then open the rat cage, grab a rat by the scruff of its neck and lift it out.

The mouse squeaked and kicked wildly with its four paws.

Stephen Chow wrapped the rat in a slice of pork.

Jiliu stared at this move for three seconds, stunned.

"What are you doing?"

"Dress up the mouse."

Stephen Chow didn't even look up, his hands moving swiftly.

"The surface temperature of pork hind leg meat is 27 or 28 degrees Celsius, which is not much different from the surface temperature of a human body."

"Rat has a high body temperature, and with an extra layer of flesh, infrared sensors can't distinguish between humans and ghosts."

"Each of them is a mobile heat source signal."

"Drones lock onto heat sources and automatically track them. Four drones chasing a few mice will keep us busy for a while."

Stephen Chow has wrapped up four mice.

The fifth one was too small to be wrapped in the meat slice, so I just put it out.

"Four are enough. But what about the laser mesh? You said it's invisible to the naked eye."

Stephen Chow picked up a bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), unscrewed the cap, poured a little into his palm, and brought it to his nose to smell it.

Authentic, spicy.

"Red Star liquor at 56 degrees, the alcohol concentration is sufficient."

The rapids stared at the liquor.

"Wait behind me when we reach the laser grid location."

Stephen Chow twisted the bottle cap back on and put it in his pocket.

"I take a big gulp and spray it out. The alcohol mist refracts when it hits the laser, and the light path becomes visible."

"If you see it, you can pass."

"How large an area can you spray if you hold a mouthful of alcohol in your mouth?"

"During the three years I sold pork, there were no freezers in the summer, so we relied entirely on spraying high-proof liquor on the meat to sterilize and preserve it."

"I can spray a fan-shaped spray of 56-proof Erguotou that is two and a half meters long."

"The pipe diameter is 1.8 meters, which is more than enough."

I roughly calculated the cost of the whitewater rafting.

A bottle of Erguotou costs 15 dollars, two pounds of pork hind leg costs 8 dollars, and rats are free.

The total cost is less than thirty yuan.

Stryker purchased the infrared sensor, laser net, and drone interception system from arms dealers for $1.2 million.

Two people climbed up the ventilation shaft and crawled into the exhaust pipe.

Stephen Chow climbed about twenty meters ahead, then turned around and made a gesture.

On the pipe wall ahead, at three-meter intervals, there is a row of probes embedded, with red indicator lights flashing.

Stephen Chow took out mice from his pocket and put them into the pipe one by one.

The mice, wrapped in pork, were unable to move easily, but their survival instinct drove them to desperately push forward.

The four mice tumbled and rolled forward, pushing and shoving each other, before stumbling into the detection area.

Three seconds later, the sound of machinery operating came from deep inside the pipe.

The sound of the propeller grew louder as it approached, then quickly chased the mouse away.

"Walk."

Two people climbed into the main pipeline through the side inspection port.

Zhou Xingxing moved quickly along the pipe wall, counting the weld seams above his head.

After the third weld, the pipe cross-section narrows.

Stephen Chow unscrewed the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), tilted his head back, and took a full gulp.

My cheeks puffed out as the 56-proof liquor burned in my mouth.

He clenched his lips and spat out a mouthful.

The alcohol atomized and diffused, forming a layer of white mist in the pipe, while the three invisible laser beams turned into clear red lines.

One of the lines is at knee height, the other is at chest level, and the top line is close to the top of the pipe.

The spacing is uneven, and in some narrow places, you can only squeeze through sideways.

Without hesitation, Zhou Xingxing lowered his body and slid across the bottom of the pipe.

He's very familiar with this pose.

He practiced crawling in and out from under the half-raised roller shutter door when the market closed for three years.

This cost a lot of money.

Sometimes when I come out, my legs feel unsteady.

At the end of the pipe is an inspection cover.

When Stephen Chow pried open the four screws and removed the cover, a blast of cold air rushed up from the gap.

Below is the laboratory.

The two of them flipped down through the maintenance opening in the ceiling and landed silently.

The corridor is long, with a tempered glass door with an electronic lock every five or six meters on both sides.

Most of the cells were empty, and the lights were off.

After walking a dozen or so steps, he suddenly stared intently at the third cell to his left.

The prison cell was lit.

Behind the glass door, a person was lying on a narrow iron bed.

The young man was in his early twenties, with his head shaved and wearing surgical scrubs.

Wrists and ankles were secured to the bed frame with metal buckles.

"Anton!"

Jiliu lifted his leg and rushed towards the glass door.

Stephen Chow grabbed the back of the collar of the swift stream and pulled it back.

"There's a spherical camera at the three o'clock position. The noise you make when you rush over will trigger the access control system."

"Have you forgotten the rules?"

The torrent ceased its struggle and fell silent.

Stephen Chow let go.

"Follow me, don't take an extra step."

Stephen Chow circled around the base of the wall to a blind spot, then moved sideways against the glass wall to the front of the cell.

The electronic lock on the glass door uses both fingerprint and password authentication.

There's a small screen on the panel that shows the locked status.

Behind the glass, a young man named Anton lay on an iron bed.

From the metal buckle on the wrist upwards, there was something moving on the surface of the skin on the forearm.

Grayish-silver lines slowly undulate beneath the skin.

A data panel stands upright at the head of the iron bed, with green numbers constantly changing.

The top line displays a string of codes.

X-09-Weapon.

The experimental parameters are listed below.

The gene fusion rate was 17.3%.

Rejection index, dangerous.

This number...

Stephen Chow glanced at half of the Pentagon database that Da Vinci had unearthed.

That was Stryker's Weapons X program.

They attempted to forcibly implant the X gene into ordinary people to create artificial mutants.

The median survival time of the experimental subjects was only eleven days.

The panel showed that Anton had been here for fifty-eight days.