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

The group tumbled awkwardly down the side slope of the abandoned mine into the desert night.

The ground began to collapse, and flames shot out from the cracks in the ground.

Panting heavily, the strategist put the girl with heterochromia down and then lay sprawled out on the rough sand.

The main message is "As long as I lie down fast enough, trouble can't catch me."

Stephen Chow, however, didn't sit still for a moment. He put his suitcase full of spoils on the ground like a small stool.

Squatting in front of the four patients, he resembled a village cadre who had gone to the countryside to help alleviate poverty and was doing his best to fulfill his responsibilities.

"Dear new colleagues in the reserves, don't panic!"

"That was a stress test and outdoor team-building exercise before you joined our company. Congratulations on making it through!"

"When you get to our Chinese cafeteria, it'll start with four dishes and a soup, and they'll even give out treats during holidays!"

"Grandma, I can tell from your white hair that you're worried. When you come to our place, we'll arrange a quiet job for you in the archives, where you can listen to the radio while paid."

"And this chubby little guy... oh, the skinny little brother, don't worry about the fever, our company will cover all medical expenses. Dr. Leonardo da Vinci specializes in treating difficult and complicated diseases..."

Just then, with a loud "boom," a rock was torn to pieces.

Wolverine, radiating fury, leaped out of the crevice.

Half of his body was still emitting black smoke, and the abnormal self-healing factor was forcibly pulling at his broken muscle tissue, making for an extremely entertaining scene.

Wolverine, panting heavily, noticed someone staring intently at him. He turned his head and met the terrified gaze of the heterochromatic-eyed girl.

The little girl was already terrified by the underground laboratory, and now seeing a bloody, mangled monster with exposed bones made her tremble even more.

"Sizzle!"

After retracting the six dripping steel claws into its body, it silently turned around, its back to the little girl.

"Don't look."

Just as the patriarch, having recovered, reached for a cigarette, he discovered his clothes were being pulled tightly shut.

The little girl with heterochromia was clutching a button on his trench coat.

The King of Cards raised an eyebrow, intending to make a casual French joke as usual, but looking into those eyes filled with fear and exhaustion, he swallowed his witty remark.

He gently pulled the little girl's hand away, then tore off the button and stuffed it into her dirty palm.

"Here you go, a souvenir for you, a limited edition from France."

"Buzzing..."

The sound of helicopter rotors could be heard not far away.

The gerbil, which had just recovered, panicked again, "It's Silver Peak's cleanup team!"

"Their thermal imaging will soon scan this area, and we'll be sitting ducks!"

Stephen Chow turned to look at the four survivors on the ground.

High fever, coma, severe dehydration, panic and aphasia, burn infection.

The elderly, the weak, the sick, and the disabled were all included.

The choice facing Stephen Chow, the "Director of the Overseas Special Talent Introduction Office," is very clear.

They could either abandon the four men and run away with the spoils they had just captured.

Either stay and fight these heavily armed capitalist lackeys to the bitter end.

Zhou Xingxing looked up at the sky and saw two heavy helicopters painted entirely in black descending to a lower altitude.

Running away is impossible.

How can two legs compete with a marathon-like marathon using a rotor-equipped capitalist machine?

He reached out and pressed down on the gerbil's trembling shoulder.

"Comrade Miguel, don't tremble. Now we will read out the resolution of the temporary Party branch on site."

"hide!"

Zhou Xingxing pointed to the collapsed crack in the mine pit next to him, where high-temperature heat emanating from the underground vault was billowing out.

"Everyone, squat down by that crack in the ground!"

"The temperature of several hundred degrees Celsius rose up from below, and when their broken thermal imaging camera scanned it, the whole screen was just a bright red mosaic."

"Let's play it safe for now. Once they've firmly settled in, I'll physically shut down all those flies that're disturbing the peace at night!"

The strategist dusted off his hands. "I like this French hide-and-seek game. But there are two guys up there, how are we going to divide them?"

"Each person has one project package; no overtime pay will be given for exceeding the target."

Wolverine didn't answer. He pushed off with his feet and silently slid into the steaming crevice in the ground.

The steel claws scraped against the rock, producing a very faint, sharp sound.

This means the order has been accepted.

The King of Cards bent down, picked up a fist-sized piece of ore, and tossed it twice in his hand. Crimson energy quietly seeped into it through his fingertips.

Stephen Chow then called the shrews and the others to plunge into the sweltering bunker.

The noise from the helicopter grew increasingly violent.

The propeller uprooted the remaining bushes on the ground.

The searchlight swept across the abandoned mining area, and the light spots danced on the rock surface.

The thermal imager screen showed a large area of ​​high-temperature interference, with burning mine pits underneath.

The first helicopter had landed, and several fully armed men emerged and quickly dispersed into tactical formation.

Looking up at the wingman preparing to land, he provided ground surveillance.

The King of Cards crouched behind the rock, estimating the distance and wind speed, the ore in his hand burning hot.

Once he was sure he had enough arm strength to throw it over, the King stood up and pulled his arm back.

"This is a no-fly zone!"

The ore, brimming with energy, flew out of his hand.

A blinding purple light streaked across the night sky, heading straight for the tail rotor of the helicopter in mid-air.

The kinetic energy that had been compressed to its limit was completely released.

A dazzling ball of light expanded in the air.

"What is that? Get out of the way! Get out of the way immediately!"

"boom!"

The tail section of the helicopter disintegrated under the violent shockwave.

Metal fragments shot out in all directions like a shower of flowers.

The main rotor, having lost balance from the tail rotor, stalled violently, and the massive fuselage spun wildly in mid-air before crashing directly into the abandoned mine to the side.

Five cleanup crew members in black tactical armor walked away, cursing and swearing.

He picked up a heavy assault rifle and opened fire in the direction of the King.

"Two o'clock! Hostile mutant spotted! Firepower!"

But this level of firepower might stop a French gambler who likes to throw stones, but it couldn't stop a wild beast that had gone completely mad.

Wolverine leaped out of the crack in the ground.

A bullet flying towards him struck his chest; the bullet lodged in his muscle before being pushed out by the newly formed tissue.

Ignoring everything else, they braved the hail of bullets to close the distance.

The cleanup team members showed no fear as they looked at their target, and in their panic, some reached for the high-explosive grenades at their waists.

Too late.

Wolverine ducked to avoid a barrage of horizontal shots, using the momentum to slide forward, his adamantium claws mercilessly springing out.

In less than half a minute, five bodies lay on the ground.

Wolverine stepped into the pool of blood, flicked the blood off his paws, and let out a low, panting breath.

Still eager to fight, he turned and stared at the helicopter cockpit.

There was no dedicated pilot; the plane was likely flown by a member of the team.

The King of Cards walked over to the helicopter and patted the intact fuselage twice.

"Free purchase, I love it." The King of Cards turned and snapped his fingers at Stephen Chow.

"Stephen, now we have ready-made transportation. First class, no need to queue for security."