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

"Old Logan... Comrade."

Stephen Chow's eyes lit up, and he kept talking as he stepped on the gas:

"With your cut-resistant and self-healing hardware, you'd be a top choice for earthquake demolition!"

"If the tunnel boring machine's cutterhead gets stuck, just crawl in and snap a few times, and it'll be fine!"

"Did you already sell me to your construction teams by weight?"

"Look at what you're saying, so distant!" Stephen Chow changed gears: "Two at most!"

Wolverine turned his face to the window, not wanting to listen to this bastard's nonsense anymore.

Back in the motel's basement wine cellar.

Stephen Chow cleared his throat and pointed directly at Wolverine, who had followed him in:

"Comrades! I have some good news! After in-depth discussions with the organization, Comrade Logan has been officially included in our team for the project inspection in China! Let's give him a round of applause!"

Upon hearing this, the gerbil raised its paw and clapped twice before noticing Wolverine's murderous gaze. It quickly put its paw behind its back.

Martha stared at Stephen Chow, a hopeful glint in her cloudy eyes: "They really won't lock us up there?"

"Want to lock you up?"

"In our unit, you're under the personnel department. If anyone wants to move you, you have to fill out three transfer application forms, go through four levels of supervisor approval, and finally have a joint interview with five parties!"

The group didn't fully understand, but they felt inexplicably at ease.

While everyone else was resting, the gerbil sneaked over and said furtively, "Boss, what do you think of my skills? Can you take me to China too? I want to improve!"

"It's good that you have self-awareness. But with your history of cheating and deception, thinking you can get into a permanent position is pure fantasy!"

The gerbil frowned, about to sigh.

"However!" Stephen Chow kept everyone in suspense.

"Our exploration bureau drills exploratory wells in the field all year round. You can start by working on an outsourced drilling team. If you do well, you can be promoted to a permanent position."

"Outsourcing is fine too!"

The gerbil's eyes were glowing green.

"If you sign a labor agreement, work for three months without causing trouble, you'll get commercial accident insurance! If you get an excellent performance review at the end of the year, I'll personally arrange all six types of insurance and two types of housing funds for you!"

Six types of insurance and two types of housing funds?!

Gerbils spend half their lives rolling in the mud, and they've never even seen a glimpse of social security, let alone gold!

Stephen Chow leaned closer and said seriously, "The prerequisite is that your hands and feet must be clean! If you dare to break the rules, these two gold pieces will immediately be converted into two stainless steel silver bracelets! Understand?"

"Understood! Don't worry, boss, I'll pretend I didn't see a gold brick fall on the ground!" The gerbil stood at attention and swore.

Stephen Chow turned to look at Gambit, who was stuffing cigarettes into his trench coat: "Why are you all tidyed up like this? Fleeing from a famine?"

"I've thought about it, and I've decided not to go with you."

"I can't stand living in an apartment for experts, I can't stand eating in a cafeteria, and I can't stand clocking in at the same time. I'm a wanderer, I should leave when the wind blows."

Wolverine, who was drinking alone, chuckled.

This gambler had actually been tempted for a while.

But he was used to life in the mud and couldn't believe that there was such a thing as a stable life in this world.

Stephen Chow didn't respond.

Of everyone present, the King of Cards had the most contact with the company and knew the most about the various benefits and perks.

He pulled out the contract and stuffed it into the King of Cards' collar.

"If you ever can't make a living on the streets, just take this piece of paper to the Chinese embassy, ​​squat down, and shout 'I want to join the company.' That way, you'll avoid getting shot a couple of times."

"Are your embassy's rules this complicated? You think you can just shout it out?"

"Here you go."

Nina walked over and placed the trench coat button in her dirty hand.

The King of Cards didn't take it, but squatted down and laughed, "I never take back what I've given away. Keep it as a souvenir."

"Keep it. That gray line on your body... it's not very dark."

The King of Cards was taken aback.

Gray line?

That means nobody cares...

He picked up the button, stood up, and casually dusted off his clothes: "The fact that the gray line isn't too dark means there's still hope for me."

"You can mess around out there. Just don't die out there," Wolverine suddenly blurted out.

"Dude, are you really concerned about me? That's giving me goosebumps."

"You're overthinking it. I'm afraid if you die, there will be one less person in the team to curse him for me."

"Hey! As the highest-ranking leader on site, I need basic workplace respect, okay?!"

Stephen Chow protested on the spot, which made the King of Cards burst out laughing.

As the parting was imminent, Stephen Chow took two crumpled US dollars out of his suitcase and stuffed them into the hand of the card king.

"Here's your travel allowance!"

The King of Cards shook the two Franklins with disdain: "Two hundred dollars?! Is that enough to feed a beggar?"

"Be content! This is already the highest travel allowance for a deputy division-level cadre! Without invoices, I'd have to write a self-criticism when I return home!"

The two argued fiercely for a full five minutes in the wine cellar over a difference of two hundred dollars.

The previously oppressive atmosphere was completely disrupted by this argument.

The strategist stuffed the two hundred dollars into his pocket, waved casually, and turned to leave.

"That Frenchman was a homeless vagrant at heart."

Wolverine said, "You'd be better off expecting me to go to church and read the Bible than expecting him to clock in on time."

Stephen Chow doesn't care about this judgment.

"Our benefits are real and substantial; who knows, he might just sneak over here in a few days?"

"The leader's summary is so insightful!" Gerbil patted his sunken chest and repeatedly expressed his approval.

"I will definitely work diligently and conscientiously, and I will never let the organization down!"

Stephen Chow nodded in satisfaction and took out his rugged phone.

"Smurfs, did you miss me?"

"You heartless foreman who exploits labor! I just applied for two days of compensatory time off!"

"Don't even think about making me do that kind of backbreaking labor that crosses half the globe again!"

"Three cups of special cheese and grape meat sauce, with double the amount of crispy boba. Plus a whole roast duck, crispy slices with skin, served on a plate, complete with sweet bean sauce and shredded scallions."

"Send me the exact coordinates."

Wolverine couldn't help but ask:

"You just used a few drinks and a duck to order a mutant to work for you across half the globe?"

"Hey! What are you talking about! This is called equivalent performance incentive!"

Stephen Chow put his phone back in his pocket and began giving instructions.

"For talented people with special hobbies, it is far more practical to cater to their interests than to offer them money."

"Once you join our company, as long as you do your job well, I can have the logistics department bring you genuine Cuban cigars if you want."

Before long, purple-blue ripples appeared in the center of the wine cellar.

A blue-skinned, red-haired girl swaggered out of the void.

She was also holding a cup of taro bubble tea.

"Zhou Bapi, your taste in choosing business locations is terrible! It's either desert or these underground ruins."

"Carrying out grassroots work requires adapting to local conditions, so please try to overcome the environmental difficulties."

Wolverine sized up the blue-skinned woman.

"Is this the deliveryman you mentioned who you can't drink with at the same table?"

"To correct you, I completely quit drinking a long time ago."

The carefree girl chewed the pearls in her mouth and retorted, a small puff appearing on her blue cheek.

"Right now, my veins are flowing with nothing but full-sugar milk tea!"