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

The radio crackled twice, and a cold male voice came through.

"Underground assets are out of control."

"Silver Peak Cleanup Team, execute the order for complete incineration."

"All biological samples, paper records, and residual tissues must be disposed of on-site."

The condescending tone, coupled with the words that treated human life as worthless, made everyone's hearts sink.

Gambit tossed the diamond in his hand, its crimson light dancing between his fingers: "Stephen, these beasts in suits don't sound like they're here to invite us for supper. Burn it all down? This French feast is a bit too much."

Upon hearing this, Stephen Chow immediately became displeased.

He cursed, "Damn it! What do you mean by 'biological sample'? I went through so much trouble, using all my wits and legal knowledge to finally pass the interview for a permanent reserve employee position, and he just wants to burn it like medical waste with a single sentence?"

"Is there no law anymore? Destroying the body is one thing, but they even dare to steal my personnel KPIs?!"

Wolverine stood at the doorway, his nostrils twitching, and his steel claws extended.

"Oil, white phosphorus, and incinerators."

The gerbil looked terrified: "I can only carry one person at a time when burrowing through this loose soil! It's all high-strength, explosion-proof steel mesh down here; if I carry too many, they'll get stuck!"

"Then let's fight our way out. Tear their guts out and hang them on the doorframe!"

Wolverine lifted his foot to walk out.

"Logan! Slow down! You mad wolf!"

The King grabbed his broad shoulder, only to be violently thrown off by the man's unreasonable strength.

Just half an inch away, the sharp steel claws were about to slice off the French gambler's right hand at the root.

The strategist broke out in a cold sweat, quickly withdrawing his hand and yelling, "Don't throw our lives away! Another high-explosion in this confined space could cause a chain reaction collapse that could physically fill the sea!"

"Stop arguing! Emergency reassignment is underway. Follow my instructions!"

Stephen Chow switched into project manager mode, quickly surveyed the dilapidated room, and began assigning tasks with a wave of his hand.

He pointed to the gerbil: "Comrade Miguel, you take this feverish child and go ahead."

The gerbil paused, its eyes filled with struggle.

"If you dared to come back once, you can come back a second time. Don't let yourself have nightmares for the rest of your life; consider it accumulating some good karma to pay off your illegal gambling debts!"

The gerbil was greatly encouraged by the flattery.

Zhou Xingxing turned his head: "Cousin! That old ventilation and maintenance shaft opening is too narrow. You're in charge of widening the exit a bit. Make it a fire escape, and let's make it a special case—no need for building permits!"

Finally, he looked at Wolverine, who was radiating a menacing aura.

"Hey buddy, you're blocking the cleanup crew."

Wolverine grinned, revealing a chilling, sinister smile: "This job... I like it."

Flames lit up the freight corridor not far away.

Three white phosphorus incendiary bombs rolled in, and bright white flames crawled along the oil stains all over the corridor.

The heat was intense, and the little girl with heterochromia screamed, hugging the old lady even tighter.

The King cursed in French and threw three diamonds toward the passageway.

"BOOM!"

A section of concrete beam collapsed and landed directly on the fire line.

Wolverine has already charged into the fire.

The first cleanup team members to enter sprayed him with flamethrowers.

The scalding flames engulfed Wolverine, charring his skin and superficial muscles until they were blackened, blistered, and rolled up.

Beneath that charred, carbonized flesh, an absurdly powerful self-healing agent was operating wildly.

Countless granulation tissues wriggled and tangled like millions of tiny snakes, then forcibly pulled the wound back to its original state in the next second.

Destruction and rebirth alternated every second in his life.

He growled, and his adamantium claws slashed down, cutting the flamethrower and its handle into three pieces.

The cleanup crew member collapsed to the ground, clutching his shoulder where he had lost an arm, and screamed in agony.

"Cousin, the side wall!"

"You're such a hassle," Gambit complained.

With a flick of the wrist, five diamonds flew out, landing on a wall crack, a rusted spot on the steel bar, and a hole in an old pipe.

An irregular hole has collapsed outward from the side wall.

"How is it? Artistic, right?" The King of Cards smugly dusted himself off.

"This is a low-noise, environmentally friendly French-style targeted demolition method. Isn't it amazing?"

"Stunning my ass! Run!"

Stephen Chow didn't respond at all. He tucked his briefcase under his arm, hoisted the white-haired old lady onto his shoulder like a sack of rice with his left hand, grabbed the belt of the young man with the burns on his face with his right hand, and ran towards the ventilation duct that the King of Cards had just opened up.

The gerbil picked up the unconscious little boy and sank him into the ground.

Wolverine turned around after watching the group leave, his face contorted with rage.

Three cleanup crew members came into view.

Before the guy holding the flamethrower could even unleash a flame, he was sliced ​​from shoulder to waist by steel claws.

The bullet struck Wolverine in the chest, but it did nothing to stop him.

Wolverine charged forward, his steel claws piercing the opponent's neck. With a quick twist, he pulled out the claws and, while still holding off another guy's bullet, tore the opponent to pieces.

Wolverine tossed the body aside and looked up toward the cargo corridor.

There were still footsteps there.

a lot of.

Flames crawled haphazardly along the oil stains on the wall.

He stood in this scorching hell, like a demon.

The cleanup team leader, watching the rapidly disappearing red dot on the communicator, roared into the earpiece inside his mask:

"Groups three and four, regroup! Concentrate your firepower and don't let him get close!"

The twelve jets of fire transformed into dazzling fire dragons.

Wolverine scoffed and didn't dodge at all.

He ran headlong into the wall of fire, enduring the intense heat.

The skin and flesh on the surface of the body were charred and carbonized, exposing the adamantium alloy skeleton underneath.

This level of pain is nothing compared to the scalding alloy that Stryker forcibly injected into his bone marrow back then. It's like a tickle.

"Die, you scum!"

Wolverine slid down the ground, his claws precisely severing the ankles of two front-line cleanup crew members.

As they screamed and fell to the ground, Wolverine leaped up like a wild beast, his claws flashing coldly as he crossed them.

Two bodies, clad in heavy composite bulletproof vests, were cut into pieces like cardboard boxes.

"Fire! Fire!"

A hail of bullets rained down on Wolverine.

The muscle tissue was shattered and then rapidly regenerated under the action of self-healing factors, and the bullets struck the adamantium skeleton, sending sparks flying.

The stray bullets that were deflected created a deadly ricochet net in the narrow passage, turning the three cleanup team members into sieves themselves.

Wolverine strode forward, his feet treading on sticky blood, braving a hail of bullets.

The cleanup team leader's face was covered in blood.

His gun was already empty, and he retreated rapidly towards the end of the passage: "Requesting backup! We've encountered Weapon X! Repeat, We've encountered Weapon X! Inform General Stryker immediately! The underground facility is completely paralyzed, we're all finished..."

Before he could finish speaking, a large hand covered in bits of flesh and blood pierced through the thick smoke and grabbed his neck.

"You really enjoy burning people?"

Before the captain could answer, a rough, large hand grabbed his gas mask and yanked it down, slamming his head into a damaged incendiary canister that was still spewing flames.

"BOOM!"

A burst of flames erupted, and the high-pressure fire engulfed the two people in an instant.