He Wasn't a Mutant?
The RV drove on and on for four hours, and the temperature dropped below minus forty degrees Celsius.
Visibility dropped to zero; Old Zhou couldn't even see the windshield wipers on the hood of his car.
At this moment, we should really praise Comrade Xiao Da, the specially appointed emergency rescue pioneer of the 749 Bureau, for his exceptionally high qualifications.
Faced with the treacherous and extreme road conditions ahead, his body had already begun its self-protective response.
Even if the snow is too heavy and you can't see the road conditions clearly, there's nothing to be afraid of.
Darwin, his survival instincts kicking in, had bones cracking around his eye sockets.
Within seconds, his eyelids completely atrophied and disappeared.
A two-centimeter-thick layer of transparent keratin is directly coated onto the surface of the eyeball.
Moreover, the pupils rapidly expanded outwards, transforming into the shape of giant night-vision eyes.
Inside the carriage, his eyes gleamed with a frightening yellow light, and his skin even bulged with thick, insulating fat.
It also grows soft biological pads with airbag-like shock absorption function under its buttocks.
Sing Sing sat in the passenger seat, filled with envy.
"Xiao Da, your big eyes have built-in high beams and super fog-clearing capabilities! It would be such a waste of your talent if you didn't go stand guard and check traffic violations at the entrance of our China Traffic Management Bureau!"
"But could you manually switch to a warmer, more eye-friendly light mode for your eyes? They're such a awful yellow, it's making me really uneasy and creeped out at night, buddy."
Darwin, sporting that strange and exaggerated deep-sea monster face, angrily turned around. "Shut your stinking mouth, will you?! I'm not your employee! If you're so capable, you do it! If not, then shut that stinking mouth of yours that only knows how to eat rice!"
"You young man just can't stand the well-intentioned guidance of your superiors. As the saying goes, honest advice is hard to hear but beneficial. Young people shouldn't have such a fiery temper; it'll easily cause hair loss. Look, your head is already bald, isn't it!"
Just as I was about to continue explaining the great corporate culture and spirit to the other party, Darwin suddenly slammed on the brakes.
The sturdy seatbelt tightened around Sing Sing's chest. "Damn it, are you trying to strangle me?"
"There's a roadblock ahead! Don't you have eyes, idiot?! A huge thing is standing right in the middle of the road! Do you want the three of us, car and all, to turn into ugly tomato paste?!"
Sing Sing quickly leaned out the window to look outside the car.
"Where are you? All I see is a pile of white snow ahead. Are you driving while fatigued at night and experiencing retinal hallucinations?"
Darwin shouted angrily.
"It's a giant moose!"
Sing Sing rubbed his eyes hard and took a closer look.
A giant moose, over three meters tall, was standing not far ahead, its thick antlers swaying wildly in the headlights of the car.
The giant moose had bloodshot eyes and was pawing the ground with its front hooves, ready to charge.
The Moon-Boy, draped in a large floral bed sheet, pushed open the car door. "I'll deal with it; it looks like it's in pain."
The Moon-Boy jumped off the car against the biting wind, and a large amount of snow and wind rushed into the carriage, making Sing Sing Chow shiver from the cold.
"Never tear apart such large prey with your bare hands in public! If the wildlife conservation association on patrol sees you, I'm in big trouble!"
The Moon-Boy strode forward.
Before the giant moose could crash into the RV, he stretched out his strong hands and grabbed the moose's antlers.
A man and a deer began to wrestle in the freezing cold.
The Moon-Boy emitted a series of low, rumbling sounds, varying in pitch and carrying a very peculiar rhythm.
The moose's frenzied movements slowed down, and its bloodshot, agitated eyes gradually softened.
It obediently lowered its head, letting the Moon-Boy stroke its neck.
"Holy crap, is this the legendary level eight beast language specialization skill?"
"No wonder he can be friends with ferocious dinosaurs. His excellent interspecies communication skills deserve full marks. I think if aliens ever invade Earth, we can send Monkey King to be their frontline negotiation expert!"
A few minutes later, the giant moose turned and slowly walked into the distance, its tall body gradually disappearing into the depths of the snowstorm.
The Moon-Boy bent down and crawled back into the warm carriage, closing the door behind him.
"That big guy had a very sharp rock stuck in his leg muscle. He was in so much pain walking in the snow that he was in a lot of pain. He meant no harm."
Sing Sing gave a thumbs up.
"You're really something! After we get back to China, I'll have to formally apply to the director for the prestigious title of Ecological Communication Ambassador for you. Your monthly salary will definitely increase by at least two thousand yuan. How about that, am I being generous enough?"
Darwin pushed the car back into gear, his face full of disgust.
After a long and arduous journey, the battered RV finally arrived safely at the border crossing.
The bright lights from the customs checkpoint pierced smoothly through the swirling snow.
The inspector on duty looked at the three strange passengers sitting in the car through the glass with a peculiar expression.
Sing Sing solemnly handed over his passport, "Sir, hello, hello, would you like a Huazi to warm yourself up?"
"Look at the back seat, this is my poor, distant cousin whom I specially brought from the remote countryside. The old man has had a hard life since birth! He suffers from a very serious genetic disease called hirsutism."
"Those ignorant people in the village all look down on him. We're just about to take him to a big hospital in Los Angeles to get proper treatment. Doing good deeds will surely bring good fortune!"
"What? This guy with the bald head and big head? He's a kind local citizen who generously provides private transportation free of charge. We three are law-abiding citizens, please have mercy and let us through."
The inspector suspiciously activated the superpower scanning test device next to him.
The machine beeped, and the scan results appeared.
Target Number One: a normal human being without abnormal genes.
Target Two: This target life form contains the X-Gene, whose genetic structure undergoes drastic mutations every second, with Darwin Mutants probability.
Target number three: The age of this target gene is out of sync with modern human genome databases.
Upon noticing the above description, Sing Sing looked at the Moon-Boy with a puzzled expression. He wasn't Mutants?
At that moment, a snowfield owl flew down from the roof and quickly transformed into a tall woman upon landing.
Immediately afterwards, the side door was pushed open, and a massive behemoth over two and a half meters tall, covered in long orange fur, walked out.
The woman stepped forward, her voice gentle. "Everyone, please don't be nervous. This is a border security checkpoint. We're just conducting routine checks. My name is Snowbird, and I belong to the Alpha Flight. Please get out of your vehicles and cooperate with our investigation."
Snowbird
She turned slightly to the side, looking at the tall, orange-haired figure and making a gesture.
"By the way, let me introduce you. This big guy next to you, who has a bit of a temper, is called Sasquatch. He's in charge of security and duty here today. If you dare to resist in any way, his fists won't hold back."