B... Boyfriend?!

He had just finished clearing out smuggling gangs along the northern border of Canada when he happened to spot the unusual heat source on his way back.

I initially thought they were smuggling criminals, but I ended up running into these three strange-looking guys.

An Asian man in an expensive suit, a strangely shaped bald man, and a savage holding half a bone.

This person doesn't look like a good person at all.

Beichen planned to take care of these three oddballs while he was at it.

Beichen

Sing Sing straightened his hat, looked up, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Hey buddy up there, the one hanging the light bulb, your enforcement procedure is irregular."

"They sped off and fled the scene without even a warning, smashing our limited-edition convertible to pieces. How are we going to settle this score?"

Beichen frowned.

He had never seen anyone who could be so sarcastic in the face of his super-high-speed threat.

"This is my final warning: put down your weapons now. My patience has run out."

"Hey, hey, stop making threats all the time. Let's all be civilized people."

Sing Sing placed the suitcase at his feet, took out a crumpled envelope from his pocket, and waved it above his head.

"Look carefully, we're VIPs who came to the Alpha Flight's dinner with official passes. Snowbird knows us, right? She personally sent the invitation."

Beichen stared suspiciously at the envelope, which slowly fell back to the ground.

"You said the Snowbirds invited you."

"Otherwise, why would I bother coming to this godforsaken place to stand in the cold wind?"

The wind and snow continued to howl.

Beichen was not completely off guard; he raised his left hand and pressed down on the earpiece.

"Headquarters, this is Beichen, calling Snowbird. I intercepted three unidentified targets on the outer edge of the defense zone. They claim to possess a pass issued by you."

"An Asian man in a black suit carrying a prohibited knife, a bald Mutants, and an unknown humanoid creature. Please verify."

A burst of static came through the headset, followed by the sound of Snowbird.

"Beichen, didn't you just finish a cleanup mission...? Wait, the man in the black suit and those two strange guys, let them in. I'm the one who called them over."

Are you sure they're safe?

"Listen, try not to mess with him. That guy's got a screw loose and he's extremely protective of his own. Bring them to headquarters; the captain's waiting for him."

The call has ended.

The dazzling photon energy emanating from Beichen gradually faded.

He walked up to Sing Sing with a cold face, took the envelope, pulled out the pass, and glanced at it.

"The misunderstanding has been cleared up."

Sing Sing clapped his hands and approached him familiarly.

He circled Beichen twice, looking him up and down.

"Bro, your speed and ability to glow are quite interesting. How much fixed salary do you get a month with Alpha Flight?"

Beichen stuffed the pass back into the envelope and gave him a cold glance.

"This is none of your business. Put away your knife and come with me. If you can't keep up, I won't slow down to wait for you."

"Don't rush off, let's talk business."

"Let me formally introduce myself. I am the Director of the Overseas Special Talent Recruitment Office of the 749 Bureau of China."

"Our bureau is currently in a period of rapid business expansion and is extremely lacking in highly mobile personnel like you."

Beichen started walking, pretending not to hear.

Sing Sing followed closely beside him, his mouth flying everywhere.

"Look at you, patrolling this frozen border is exhausting and you're prone to developing arthritis. It's different here in China."

"Our current infrastructure and logistics system is lacking a regional express dispatcher."

Darwin whispered to the Moon-Boy beside him from behind.

"This guy's gone mad; he actually wants to recruit the people who came to arrest us to deliver packages."

The Moon-Boy scratched the black fur on his head, seemingly understanding, then hoisted the deer leg bone onto his shoulder and strode after him.

"Just think about it, with your speed, how quickly you could deliver emergency blood serum and transport sophisticated medical equipment across provinces."

Sing Sing began making plans with great seriousness.

"We'll cover Six Insurances and Two Housing Funds for you. After your internship, you'll have seven types of insurance and three types of housing funds."

"If you find logistics too tedious, you could try the Qiongzhou Strait Cross-Sea Passage Project and deliver expedited welding rods for the submerged tunnel sections."

"I have no interest in your infrastructure projects. I'm a superhero; my responsibility is to protect this country from threats, not to deliver urgent welding rods."

"Even heroes need to eat."

Sing Sing tried to pat Beichen on the shoulder, but the other man dodged to the side.

"Being a superhero isn't easy. If you get injured, it's not recognized as a work-related injury, and if you damage public facilities, you get scolded."

"Look at Magneto. In the past, he was always shouting for war and killing, but in the end, I persuaded him to work at a steel mill with a formal position. That's called adapting to the times."

"We must transform dangerous capabilities into advanced productive forces."

Beichen was taken aback.

Magneto went to the steel mill.

This China special agent is either bragging or acting crazy.

"Alright, stop with your sales pitch. Headquarters is just ahead. Once inside, follow the rules. The security system doesn't recognize your pass."

The three followed Beichen to the outer gate of the White Horse City headquarters.

This is a semi-underground military fortress.

The heavy alloy blast doors and the ubiquitous automatic machine guns demonstrate the tight security surrounding this place.

As expected, something went wrong at the security checkpoint.

The alarm blared.

Two fully armed guards raised their weapons and pointed them at Sing Sing.

"Put down your weapons."

Sing Sing sighed, pulled out the Pig Butchering Knife, and brandished it.

"Comrade, is this machine broken? This is pure Tianshan Cold Iron, it's non-magnetic."

"Besides, how can this be called a weapon? This is a kitchen utensil that is part of our family's intangible cultural heritage. It's perfectly reasonable for me to carry a kitchen knife with me when I'm out and about to cut fruit, isn't it?"

Beichen glanced at the knife, then gestured for the guards to step back.

"Let him take him in. Even if he puts away his knife, the danger level of this guy won't decrease."

Sing Sing proudly shoved the knife back in and gave Beichen a thumbs-up.

"Brother Beichen is very understanding. Regarding the logistics supervisor position we just discussed, I'll increase your base salary to ten thousand. Think about it."

"This way, don't wander off."

As soon as I stepped onto the second-floor stairs, a young man in a jacket quickly approached me at the entrance of the stairwell.

Paul, you're back.

Beichen paused, his expression softening.

He took two quick steps and embraced the person tightly, the two even naturally tilting their heads to kiss.

This scene was witnessed by Sing Sing was following closely behind.

He froze on the spot, utterly astonished, his mouth slightly agape, almost dropping his cigarette.

Darwin, who had followed them over, blinked and scanned back and forth between the two.

The Moon-Boy, however, showed absolutely no reaction.

After their intimacy, the young man straightened Beichen's battle uniform collar, and the two whispered a few words to each other.

Beichen turned his head and coldly pointed in Sing Sing's direction.

"Go to the end of this corridor. The supervisor's office door is open. We have other things to do, so we won't accompany you any longer."

After saying that, the two walked side by side into the elevator lobby on the side, and the door closed without them leaving a trace.

Sing Sing, holding onto the iron railing of the stairs, turned his head blankly and leaned towards the security guard next to him.

"Dude, what's going on here?"

The guard glanced at him expressionlessly and raised the back of his gun slightly.

"His name is Kyle, he's Beichen's boyfriend and personal assistant, don't make a fuss."

Boy friend?

Sing Sing blinked, and his previously bewildered brain started working again.

Broken...

If he were actually brought back to China, what standards would be used to determine the relocation subsidies for his family?

When allocating two-bedroom subsidized apartments, is this considered a benefit for a married couple who are both employed, or for two single men sharing the apartment?

There's no policy basis for calculating maternity leave and paternity leave...

Recruiting is becoming increasingly difficult these days...