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

The doctor rushed over to report: "Chief, the preliminary screening is complete."

"The young man with insect wings on his back has a severe, extensive infection and needs to be admitted to a sterile debridement room. The boy has a pre-existing lung condition that has resulted in acute lung failure."

"The elderly woman was severely dehydrated and had a high fever. The little girl was severely malnourished and also had a very strong stress-panic reaction."

After listening to this series of reports, Director Wang's anger, which had been building up because of Zhou Xingxing's transnational trouble, completely subsided.

"Treatment first, formalities later; saving lives is the highest priority."

Upon hearing this, Wolverine, who was leaning against the wall, let out a cold laugh.

"Your government officials always use the same excuses."

"First, they would politely take the person to register, then close the door, put on a white coat, draw blood with a needle, and finally tie the person to an iron bed and cut open the bones."

Director Wang sized up the foreign man who exuded a violent aura.

"Hey buddy, who are you?"

"No ID card, no passport, no customs entry record, and you dare to shout and yell in my workplace corridor shirtless?"

Six steel claws pierced through the skin and flesh between the fingers.

Stephen Chow moved horizontally to the middle and placed both hands on Wolverine's wrists.

"Chief! Let's talk this out!"

Stephen Chow was all smiles.

"This is Comrade Logan. Our newly discovered reserve personnel for emergency rescue of high-risk overseas projects! His physical skills are top-notch in the demolition field!"

Director Wang did not back down at all.

He ignored the steel claws that could cut through iron like mud, raised his right foot, and kicked open the wooden door next to him with a "bang".

"What are you showing off your claws for? Do you think this is a zoo?"

Director Wang pointed to the private bathroom in the duty room.

"You stink! Didn't you see the little guy shivering in the cart over there? Go take a shower right now! If you keep ruining our hygiene, you'll be sleeping on the street!"

Wolverine was utterly astonished.

He had just imagined what he would face upon arriving in a foreign land: intense interrogation under bright lights, electric shocks, or having a tactical squad point a gun at his head.

But he never expected that the first order given by the other party would be to take a hot shower.

Damn it, are all the people here crazy?

Stephen Chow is very good at taking advantage of situations.

He pulled out a material requisition form, took out a pen, and began to fill it out in a flamboyant manner.

"The director is wise! I'll go to the logistics department right away and request a set of extra-large, thick training uniform and two pairs of non-slip slippers."

Stephen Chow wrote and muttered to himself.

"We also need to apply for two bottles of imported men's amino acid antibacterial body wash and one bottle of conditioner. Old Jin's hair is so thick, regular soap probably won't get it clean enough, right?"

When Director Wang saw the application items on the form, his blood pressure, which had just been brought down, surged again.

"Why import shower gel? Two bars of Dabao soap aren't enough to scrub away a layer of dead skin? If you're trying to line your own pockets, just say so! I'll have the disciplinary committee investigate your accounts right now!"

"Oh, Chief, what makes you say that?"

Stephen Chow argued his case forcefully, waving the bill in the air.

"This is called respecting the individual differences and hair care needs of highly skilled foreign professionals! It's a showcase project demonstrating our organization's humanistic care!"

"Think about it, they traveled all the way from the ocean to support us, and we can't even afford a nice, fragrant bath. If word gets out, people will say our Bureau 749 is stingy!"

Don't try to flatter me!

Director Wang stared wide-eyed.

"You went on a business trip to Las Vegas and caused damage to a huge hotel! Interpol's report is already on my desk! Not deducting your pay is the greatest mercy I can show you!"

Upon hearing that his salary would be deducted, Zhou Xingxing obediently took the form and slunk away towards the logistics department, muttering to himself as he went.

In the temporary ward at the other end of the corridor.

A short-haired nurse approached Nina with a thermometer, and Nina reacted like a frightened bird.

"Don't be afraid, child. Auntie is just taking your temperature. I won't give you a shot."

The nurse moved extremely slowly, as if afraid of frightening the little girl.

Martha herself had a high fever, but she hummed a soft old-fashioned country folk song from a farm in Texas.

The hoarse singing voice filled the quiet hospital room, carrying a soothing power.

Secretary Liu walked in carrying several cups of warm water that had been diluted to the correct temperature.

He placed a glass of water on each bedside table, and even put a White Rabbit candy next to Nina's glass.

Director Wang was not idle.

He summoned the medical director, security captain, and legal specialist for a brief emergency meeting in the corridor outside the ward.

"From now on, issue emergency medical protection orders for these four seriously ill individuals who are suspected of having travel abroad."

"Everyone will be resettled as first-level protected individuals under our Bureau 749. All treatment costs will be fully covered by the Overseas Special Assistance Fund."

Stephen Chow, who had just returned with a few bottles of shower gel, happened to hear the second half of the sentence.

He caught the key phrase "fund advance payment".

"The director is so magnanimous!"

"Well... you see, as the commander-in-chief of this special rescue operation, I've severely overdrawn my personal finances to bring these key personnel back. Could the rescue fund reimburse me a small amount to cover the deficit?"

What kind of work-related damage do you experience?

"I've suffered a lot of damage!"

Stephen Chow counted on his fingers.

"The money I spent buying Lao Jin alcohol to calm him down, the advance payment for transportation when we fled, and this Armani jacket of mine that was once pristine white but is now completely gray. All of this was hard-earned blood and sweat shed to recruit talent for the organization!"

Director Wang sneered.

"No approvals without an invoice. And just one more thing, I'll have my legal team investigate how much US dollars are missing from that underground vault that supposedly collapsed!"

Stephen Chow was rebuffed and could only awkwardly chuckle as he slipped the shower gel through the crack in the door to Wolverine.

A short while later, the door to the duty room opened.

Wolverine emerged, radiating heat.

The training uniforms that the logistics department usually keeps in reserve are big enough for ordinary people, but they are obviously too short for this big-boned old wolf.

Paired with a pair of ill-fitting blue plastic slippers, it looked extremely comical.

A carefree girl was squatting in the corner of the corridor, engrossed in drinking a cup of full-sugar taro bubble tea.

When she looked up and saw Wolverine's outfit, she burst out laughing without holding back.

"You look like an over-aged, mentally challenged child who just escaped from some asylum."

Wolverine stared at the blue-skinned woman, silently scrutinizing her.

A few days ago, anyone who dared to speak to him in that tone would have been a lifeless corpse.

He swallowed the harsh words and walked to a bench in the corridor in his slippers, where he sat down.

I leaned against the wall, watching the nurses come and go.

He never sat quietly in an official institution.

This godforsaken place...

This is really weird!

Zhou Xingxing leaned against a pillar not far away, looking at Lao Lang sitting obediently in his chair, and was very satisfied.

What's wrong with the troublemaker?

Once you step through the gates of our 749 Bureau, what old wound can't be healed?