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

"Pay attention! Look at the blackboard!" Stephen Chow tapped the wooden tabletop, making a "thump-thump" sound.

"This is a fucking broken wooden table!"

He was already short-tempered, and being forced to listen to a half-hour "ecological protection lesson" pushed him to his limit.

"Get the gist! Look here!"

Ignoring Logan's glaring eyes, Zhou Xingxing drew circles on the booklet with the tip of his pen.

"Siberian tiger! Take a good look at this big tabby cat. It's the living ancestor of this mountain. Absolutely! Do NOT touch it! If you encounter it, you must respectfully give way. Anyone who hurts even a single whisker of its will have to work on a sewing machine until their thighs cramp up, and no one will care!"

Logan grabbed a handful of his messy hair in frustration.

"Black Bear, if you encounter this thing, you need to report it and get approval first! If you kill it, you'll go to jail."

Wolverine stared at a picture and snorted, "Where are the wild boars? They were wiped out in Canada a long time ago."

"Wild boars spawn in designated areas with limited numbers; exceeding that limit is a violation! Do you think this is a video game? Playing too many will still result in fines and detention."

Wolverine's steel claws were already throbbing wildly beneath his skin, ready to burst out and slice the incessantly chattering, bureaucratic guy in front of him into pieces.

"It's not over yet! Here's the important part, the main event is yet to come!" Zhou Xingxing, completely unaware of the danger, moistened his lips with saliva and quickly flipped through the pages.

"Memorize these names!"

"Sable, musk deer, white-naped crane... these are all key protected species in our mountains, national first-class protected animals... no, animals!"

"He's the living ancestor you have to guard against every day during your patrols! I can't protect you even if a single hair on his head is lost!"

Wolverine finally lost his temper and overturned the enamel water glass next to him.

"I came here to find some peace and quiet in the mountains! Not to take college entrance exams!"

Just as the two were staring at each other, preparing for a full-blown fight, the door to the cabin was pushed open.

Zhao Dezhu stepped over the threshold, glanced at Wolverine who was exuding the menacing aura of a red-named BOSS, and grinned: "Hey, this room is pretty warm."

After saying that, he pulled a fluorescent orange vest from under his arm.

"What's wrong, big guy? Getting impatient reciting your lessons?"

Zhao Dezhu ignored his wide eyes: "In our area, the rules are set in stone. If you want to stay here, you have to abide by the rules."

"Don't look at me like that. The rules of this mountain aren't meant to keep people like you locked up."

"These rules are to protect this mountain, to protect the creatures that live within it. With these rules, this forest can continue to survive. Do you understand?"

Wolverine loosened his fist and sat back down on the earthen bed.

Stephen Chow, standing nearby, exclaimed that he was an expert.

Director Zhao's grassroots political work skills are truly remarkable!

He calmed down a violent mutant with just a few words; it would be a waste of his talent if he didn't go to the Political Work Section of Bureau 749!

"Alright, stop standing there." Zhao Dezhu threw the orange garment he was holding onto the wooden table.

"Put this vest on."

Wolverine looked down.

The orange reflective vest has five large bold characters printed on the back: Ecological Observer.

Are you kidding me!

He is Weapon X! He is the ultimate killing machine!

He's a man who survived explosions and a sea of ​​blood!

Wearing a fluorescent vest into the mountains?

"I won't wear it." Logan turned his head to the side.

Stephen Chow immediately jumped up and slapped his thigh.

"Not going to wear it? Try it and see!"

"Not wearing a vest is illegal entry into the mountains! Believe it or not, the local residents will report you as a poacher!"

"You don't look like a decent person at all. When the police come to invite you for tea and check your background, you won't even have an ID card—that's called being a vagrant!"

"This constitutes disorderly conduct, illegal possession of a controlled knife, and also illegal immigration!"

"Once you're in jail, no one can save you. If you dare to resist, the armed police squadron will come in armored vehicles to have a heart-to-heart talk with you!"

Wolverine was torn between his inner thoughts and his own.

The fluorescent vest and the deep mountains where he could find peace kept tugging at his mind.

He is too tired.

Decades of fleeing, killing, and betraying have left his self-healing body deeply weary.

The standoff lasted for a minute. Old Wolf, his face dark, grabbed the vest and put it on.

Because of his large frame, the vest looked very tight.

With his messy hair and beard, he looked utterly ridiculous.

It looks exactly like a North American wolf forced to participate in a kindergarten field trip.

Stephen Chow covered his mouth, almost bursting out laughing, and pulled his phone out of his pocket, pointing it at Wolverine.

"Snap!"

The flash went off in white light.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

Stephen Chow composed himself, put his phone back in his pocket, and said, "Work check-in! Taking a photo to document this!"

"I need to send this back to Director Wang so he can see it and prove that I personally delivered you to your post!"

"So that he won't suspect me every day that I'm using public funds to order an 888 yuan massage and body scrub package at a bathhouse in Northeast China!"

Zhao Dezhu looked at the two men, shook his head, and stepped out the door while smoking his pipe.

"Xiao Zhou, let's go. Let him stay by himself for a while. Tomorrow morning at five o'clock, as soon as the forest farm's loudspeaker goes off, he has to get up and patrol the mountains."

Stephen Chow followed him outside, and when he reached the door, he turned back to look at Wolverine sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed).

He had his reasons for arranging for Lao Jin to stay in Taoshan.

This was a geomantically auspicious location that he finally determined after staying up all night, consulting a large amount of geographical and hydrological data, and taking into account Lao Jin's own weaknesses.

Taoshan is a remote forest town. There are no large substations or electromagnetic facilities here, and even high-voltage power towers are rare.

Even Magneto would be completely lost here, perfectly avoiding Old King's fatal weakness of being afraid of metal control!

Furthermore, this place only has gentle forest streams, without any major rivers.

Old Jin's bones weigh several hundred pounds, so there's no need to worry about him drowning if he falls into deep water.

Besides, when Lao Jin was a homeless man in Canada, he worked as a lumberjack!

What's this called?

This is what you call working in your field and going back to your old profession!

Strong and fast at working.

In the sparsely populated forest farms of Northeast China, the villagers value this kind of quiet but capable person!

No one will delve into his past.

Even if he were to reveal his steel claws in the deep forest one day, no one would know if the mountains were blocked by heavy snow.

Even if you see it, you might just say that the guy's multi-functional Swiss Army knife is really unique.

Favorable timing, advantageous location, and harmonious relationships!

They've got it all!

"Old Jin, keep up the good work! I'll try to get you an award for outstanding employee at the end of the year!"

Stephen Chow waved and closed the door of the wooden house.

The wooden house returned to silence, with only the sound of firewood burning in the earthen stove remaining.

Wolverine got up, walked to the window, and pushed open the wooden window.

A biting cold wind swept over us, carrying the scent of pine needles and snow.

After breathing in some fresh air, Wolverine walked to the corner of the room, where there was a pile of firewood for him to use to heat the bed.

Logan raised his right hand.

Three steel claws popped out from between his fingers.

Swish swish!

The sturdy wooden stake was cut into several neat and symmetrical pieces of firewood in mid-air.

Is this the first time I've wielded my claws without the intention of killing someone?

Wolverine doesn't remember very well.

At least this time it was just for chopping wood.

He transforms into Bald Qiang, trying to start a fire to keep warm in this forest where there's no need to run away.

He exhaled a puff of white breath. "This feels pretty good."