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

Having left the turbulent waters, Stephen Chow returned to Bureau 749.

Director Wang arranged for the carefree young woman to go on an emergency mission. Judging by the time, she should have just returned to the bureau by now.

Stephen Chow strolled up to the second floor and stopped in front of an office.

A wooden sign hangs on the door.

Alcohol is prohibited, excessive feeding is prohibited, and using milk tea to induce illegal overtime work is prohibited.

Goodness, the regulations on this sign are even stricter than the hygiene and quarantine standards for pork stalls back in the day.

Push the door open and go inside.

The Smurf was lying face down on the sofa, with an open magazine pressed against his face.

Three empty milk tea cups were placed on the coffee table next to it.

She wore a "Breaking News Photojournalist" badge with the national emblem around her neck.

Stephen Chow stepped forward, about to reach out and slap the girl awake.

The carefree girl suddenly smacked her lips, closed her eyes, and stretched one arm straight out into the air.

"Full sugar...with tapioca pearls..."

Zhou Xingxing's eyes twitched, and he pulled out a bitter melon he had casually picked up from the fire station and stuffed it into her hand.

"Wake up, this is a test from the organization."

The carefree girl pinched the uneven surface of the bitter gourd and opened her eyes.

After seeing the bright green thing in his hand, he threw it away.

"Zhou the Skinflint!" Vigilance and terror flashed in those purple eyes. "Are you starting to take revenge on society?"

"I could never drink that kind of bizarre concoction, bitter melon-flavored milk tea!"

"Bullshit! My chassis is as solid as a rock!"

Zhou Xingxing pulled out a chair and sat down, placing the follow-up record form on his suitcase.

"Stop talking nonsense and tell the truth."

"Have you been secretly drinking lately? Have you been taking paid detours? Have you been vandalizing public property?"

The carefree girl looked at the contents of the watch, immediately sat up straight, and shook her head vigorously.

"I didn't drink any alcohol! Not a drop!"

"And it didn't veer off course!"

"Last time, the reason I escorted Secretary Liu directly to the women's restroom on the second floor was entirely because he didn't clearly state his destination!"

Outside.

Secretary Liu, who was carrying documents, stumbled as he passed by and drifted away along the wall.

Before I had taken two steps, a Mediterranean man rushed over and kicked open the office door.

Leonardo da Vinci burst in, wearing his flip-flops.

He was holding a metal lump in his arms, which looked like a used rice cooker. A broken clothes rack wrapped in tape was used as an antenna on it.

"Ah Qi! You've come at the perfect time!"

Da Vinci placed the lump of scrap metal on the coffee table. "This is my latest invention: a device to assess public satisfaction with teleportation landing points!"

"I want to test the accuracy of her three consecutive teleportations!" Leonardo da Vinci's eyes gleamed with the light of a mad scientist.

"Listen! Three tests in a row!"

"If the landing point error exceeds five meters, half of this month's milk tea subsidy will be deducted!"

"hiss!"

The carefree girl bristled, looked at Stephen Chow with a wronged expression, and tears quickly welled up in her eyes.

"Uncle Zhou..."

"You lied to me... You said China wouldn't let me go hungry..."

I rely on!

Stephen Chow felt a chill run down his spine.

He wasn't afraid of even America's most ruthless modified killers in his life, but he was most afraid of this kind of homeless look!

"Test!"

Stephen Chow gritted his teeth and slammed his hand on the table.

"But taking away her milk tea is absolutely unacceptable!"

"If you're going to deduct anything, why not deduct it from Xiao Liu's performance bonus!"

Secretary Liu, who hadn't gone far from the door, stumbled again, his mind reeling.

Upon hearing that her food rations were safe, the carefree girl sniffed and relaxed.

"When I was wandering outside, I never teleported to any particular destination. I just wanted to stay away from danger."

"I was shaking every time I landed."

"I don't know if there will be food in this unfamiliar place, and I'm not sure if the person standing next to me will sell me for a reward."

She ran her fingers along the work badge hanging around her neck. "Now I'm starting to get scared. I'm afraid I'll send it to the wrong place, afraid I won't be accurate enough..."

"I'm afraid you'll get upset and take my work permit back."

Leonardo da Vinci touched the Mediterranean Sea and, unusually, didn't make any rash noises.

Zhou Xingxing stared at the girl in front of him, who was filled with anxiety and uncertainty. His usual carefree and roguish demeanor was completely gone.

"What are you thinking about, you little brat?"

"This thing is a legitimate government-issued identity document! Do you think it's like a loyalty card from the convenience store downstairs? You can't just take it away like that!"

Zhou Xingxing looked into her eyes and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Remember this. If the message is misrepresented, we'll draw the map of China even bigger! If you get hungry when you send it over, bring plenty of food."

Upon hearing this, the carefree girl grabbed the last sip of milk tea on the table and tilted her head back to drink it all up.

"Let's go! Test!"

The first test.

"Whoosh!"

White light illuminated the training room.

The two appeared out of thin air, their toes landing within a ten-centimeter red line drawn on the floor.

"Perfect! Absolutely flawless!"

Da Vinci, wearing headphones, stared at the pointer on the rice cooker and yelled.

The second test has begun.

"Whoosh!"

The two landed in front of the food serving window in the back kitchen of the cafeteria.

Half a meter away, Grandma Wang's stainless steel spoon was gliding across a pot of braised pork.

"The distance to the target point is 1.2 meters! Extremely high precision!"

Just as Stephen Chow was about to turn around and praise the girl, she immediately started the third test.

"Whoosh!"

The surrounding scene is reconstructed.

The aroma of syrup and fruit tea made Stephen Chow sniff, and what came into view were two female shop assistants wearing brown aprons.

One of the shop assistants was holding a strainer and scooping pearls from the pot.

"..."

The staff in the milk tea shop's kitchen were all stunned.

Several grown men froze on the spot, mouths agape, unable to utter a sound.

Where did this magic show come from?!

Why the hell is this woman's skin blue?!

The situation looked like it was about to collapse.

Edith stepped forward expressionlessly and held up the ID card in front of the terrified clerk.

"Breaking news photography and interviews."

Stephen Chow covered his face with one hand.

What kind of interview is this?!

You're clearly just being greedy and abusing your public office for personal gain!

The shop assistant holding the strainer swallowed hard.

His gaze swept back and forth between Edith, who had blue skin, and Stephen Chow, who was wearing a white suit.

"Then...how many drinks would you like?"

A few minutes later.

Office of Bureau 749.

Da Vinci's "rice cooker" made a clicking mechanical sound and spat out a long strip of white printed paper.

"The data from the third test is in!"

"The average error is 3.1 meters! A huge secret has been discovered!"

Da Vinci was so excited that he kicked off one of his flip-flops and pointed at the rapidly flashing red line on the screen.

"When this girl is emotionally unstable or hungry, her landing point will automatically shift towards sources of high-concentration milk tea!"

"This is a groundbreaking discovery! Ah Qi! I'm going to use this research topic to apply for the bureau's million-yuan research grant this year!"

Stephen Chow kicked Da Vinci out the door, sat back down on the sofa, and took out a pen to tick a few boxes on the follow-up form.

In the overall evaluation section, I wrote:

"Stable transmission accuracy has improved employee sense of belonging. However, the phenomenon of deviations caused by milk tea must be strictly controlled."

After writing this sentence.

His eyes darted around, and he secretly added a line of text to the bottom of the top-secret notes section.

"This employee must not be in a state of hunger! Otherwise, it could easily lead to a government official being forcibly transported to the milk tea shop's kitchen, triggering a major public relations crisis!"

"Alright." Zhou Xingxing put away the form.

"The bureau's visits are now complete."

"Next stop, let's go to the underground river excavation site of the Zhengzhou Water Conservancy Engineering Team and see that kid Harry."

He glanced at the Smurf and said, "This is a major cross-province job. Don't tell me you can't get it done because you don't have electricity."

The carefree girl held up the milk tea she had just brought back: "Mission accomplished! Cross-province teleportation fee, one price, six cups of milk tea!"

"Holy crap! Six cups?! You're taking advantage of my misfortune!"

"That's right! Didn't you teach me this yourself? How can you go on a business trip without a travel allowance?"