A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

But here's the question: what kind of face and voice should one use to disguise oneself?

Cao Gui stroked his chin. How about... Tony Stark?

Cao Gui dismissed the idea, thinking it best to forget it. He was born noble, but not wealthy, and couldn't portray the kind of ostentatious rich person who is arrogant.

After thinking for a moment, Cao Gui turned on his computer and downloaded a movie called "The Lord of the Rings," which featured a very interesting character: Eldrond, the Elvenking of Rivendell.

He shares the same face as Red Skull and the same voice as Megatron. With a mask, a top hat, and a cape, he can even transform into V.

If all else fails, sunglasses will do, and with a Desert Eagle, he'll become an antivirus program, ready to fight Neo the savior.

Thinking of this, Cao Gui chuckled. If, just suppose, he were to use this face to stroll around S.H.I.E.L.D. that day, he wondered if he could recruit a few underlings.

After all, if Captain America can recover from being in a popsicle state, then it's normal for me, Red Skull, to return to Earth from outer space, right?

That makes perfect sense!

"Then it's decided!"

Cao Gui chuckled and began inputting Eldron's image data. Soon, the 3D printer printed out a bare, artificial human skin silicone headgear. Only then did Cao Gui realize that he hadn't prepared a wig, fake eyebrows, or a fake beard.

“It’s not too late to prepare next time, but this voice…” Cao Gui frowned. Megatron’s voice was unusable. After all, Cao Gui couldn’t possibly capture a Megatron and have it obediently cooperate with him to generate audio.

"What should we do then..." Cao Gui frowned, he couldn't just deal with it casually, otherwise he would waste such an interesting face.

"Then I'll do it myself." After thinking for a moment, Cao Gui decided to take the stage himself. He set up the audio program and began testing the sound, pinching his throat as he did so.

"Hmm...cough cough...hmm~, wow, squish..."

A voice, weathered yet tinged with a hint of sleazy and nonchalance, emerged from Cao Gui's throat.

……

In the evening, after working for most of the day, Cao Gui finally managed to set up the voice changer. Now he no longer had to painstakingly type and then broadcast.

Not long after, Gwen returned to the villa, and for some reason, she looked somewhat guilty.

Cao Gui chuckled; he was probably worried that Cao Gui would ask about the props.

This girl has a weak mentality. If I'm not mistaken, she should have already disposed of the props she used for disguise during the day.

How about... teasing her a little?

Cao Gui's eyes suddenly became deep, as if he found it very interesting.

"Cao, why are you looking at me like that?" Gwen picked up her water glass, held it with both hands, and took a sip to hide her slightly guilty expression.

Cao Gui plopped down next to her and smiled, "Darling, where are your white stockings? I remember you had some."

Upon hearing this, Gwen froze.

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Chapter 154 The man in the frosted black mask, George is shot.

“Uh, this…” Gwen hesitated for a moment, then smiled broadly, grabbed Cao Gui’s hand, and ran into the room:

"Cao, come on, I've prepared a gift for you."

"Huh?" Cao Gui was a little confused and was pulled into the room by her, and then she pushed Cao Gui onto the bed.

"What?"

"Close your eyes."

"Oh."

Seeing that Cao Gui obediently closed his eyes, Gwen took out a silk scarf and blindfolded Cao Gui.

"What's going on?" Cao Gui raised an eyebrow and asked in confusion.

But Gwen didn't answer; instead, the rustling sound of changing clothes continued to ring out.

A moment later, Gwen's gentle voice rang out: "Darling~ you can open your eyes now."

Upon hearing this, Cao Gui removed the silk scarf covering his eyes, looked up, and was immediately stunned.

Her light blonde hair was tied into pigtails, and she wore a white base layer with blue accents in a JK uniform that didn't fit her well; it was too tight and didn't even fully cover her stomach.

She was wearing a pleated skirt around her waist, a bit short, nothing special, but on her legs were a pair of white stockings... not the same pair as before, the old pair didn't dig into her skin like this...

"Do you like it?" Gwen smiled charmingly, one hand on her slender waist, feeling very pleased with herself. Sure enough, as soon as she appeared in this outfit, Cao's attention was diverted.

"I like it, hehehe..." Cao Gui:

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—————————After finishing her makeup, she whispered to her husband, "Where is my beloved teaching me to play the flute?"—————————

……

Early morning, an apartment in Manhattan.

buzz~

George stood in the bathroom, brushing his teeth with an electric toothbrush.

"Honey, are we working overtime again today?" Helen asked, rubbing her eyes as she walked into the bathroom.

"Gulp...pfft...I should." George wiped his mouth. "The city has just been restored to order, and police resources are still very scarce..."

"You've worked so hard, darling," Helen said with a touch of heartache. George didn't get back until nine o'clock last night, and he went straight to sleep. He had to leave again at six o'clock this morning... You know, he's the branch office chief.

"It's okay, we can continue our vacation after a day or two of being tired," George said with a smile, patting her shoulder.

After saying goodbye to his wife, George drove to the station. The traffic jams of yesterday had disappeared, and traffic had returned to normal.

However, the normal power supply was interrupted, supposedly because the power hub needed to reset the safety system, which would take time.

Simply put, New York has indeed returned to order, but not completely.

Just as George entered his office, the phone rang rapidly. George frowned; he had been annoyed by the ringing of the phone for the past two days, but he had no choice but to answer it.

"Hey?"

“George, someone called the police at the docks. There have been injuries. Take some men and go check it out.”

George's face twitched. It was his superior officer. It seemed the situation over there was serious, otherwise his superior wouldn't have called in person.

"Roger that!"

George responded, gave a shout, and led his men quickly to the dock.

"David, what's going on at the docks?" George asked in the car, his face grim.

In the passenger seat, a young police officer looked at his notebook, then quickly replied:

"Sir, someone at the dock has reported that they found some non-compliant chemicals inside the containers."

"We sent officers to investigate, but they were shot dead..."

"Understood." George's face was grim. No wonder his superiors had asked him to go over; this matter not only involved dangerous chemicals, but also the killing of a police officer!

This is absolutely unforgivable and must be paid for in blood!

The dock, container storage area.

Bang bang bang!

A barrage of bullets came as a bronze-skinned white policeman scrambled to dodge and flee, his Glock pistol already empty and locked out of ammunition!

"Damn it, are you guys even here yet? I'm out of bullets!" he shouted desperately into the walkie-talkie.

"The reinforcements are already on their way..."

"Damn it!" He angrily threw away the walkie-talkie, crouched down and rolled behind another container. His partner was dead, and now he was all alone. What was even more infuriating was that he was out of bullets.

On the other side, five armed men carrying submachine guns and wearing matte black masks were slowly closing in, gradually restricting the police officer's movement.

"There's soil here."

"The footprints are on the left!"

谷溫

"Flank him!"

After a brief exchange, the five masked men split into two teams and quickly ran and weaved through the crowd. This slippery rat was finally about to be caught by them.

But after the five men rushed forward, they saw nothing.

"Damn it, where did that bastard go?"

"Hurry up and find it! We don't have time."

"We'll be in danger once his reinforcements arrive!"

The five armed men's tone began to become somewhat urgent, and a pair of eyes peered at them through a crack in the third layer of the container above their heads.

Seeing the five people looking somewhat bewildered, the police officer breathed a slight sigh of relief. Thankfully, they had escaped unscathed.

"Buzz—Officer 5998, we've arrived at the docks. Where are you now? How many enemies are there? What are their weapons and equipment?"

"Shit!"

A voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie, startling him. Without thinking, he took off running.

As soon as he left the container where he was hiding, a barrage of bullets came flying at him.

"I was in the southeast of the container area, and there were five of them, all armed with submachine guns!"

Meanwhile, the piercing sound of police sirens began to emanate from afar, and the silhouettes of a Santana police car and a black van approached.

Damn it!

The five armed men couldn't help but curse angrily and immediately turned around and crawled into the stack of shipping containers.

Bang bang bang bang!

Rapid gunfire erupted, bullets whistling through the air, blocking their path forward.

"Shit!"

The three masked gunmen immediately pulled out the safety pins on their smoke grenades, and instantly, thick smoke rose up. Taking advantage of this opportunity, they quickly walked into the pile of containers.

But what they didn't notice was that just as the smoke grenade was activating, several hand grenades flew over.