A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

Boom boom boom!

The massive explosion dispersed the thick smoke, and the five masked armed men were gone, but a corpse lay sprawled in a gap beside the stack of containers, its back a bloody mess.

A team of eight fully armed SWAT officers stepped out of the black van, and George and three other armed men jumped out of the Santana.

"One person killed!"

Upon seeing the body, the armed men reported it.

Above him, the police officer was anxiously looking around. Where had the other four gone? How could they have run away so fast?

Below, the eight SWAT members split into two teams and, together with George and his four companions, searched and advanced.

"Officer 5998, do you see them up there?"

"No, I'm looking for it." On the container, the police officer was breathing heavily, peering around.

His partner died at the hands of those five men, and what he least wanted to see was the remaining four men leaving safely—that was absolutely unacceptable.

boom!

A gunshot rang out suddenly. The police officer on the container felt a numbness in his abdomen, followed by a burning and intense pain that surged into his brain.

"Ah... I've been shot, I've been shot..." the officer shouted into the walkie-talkie.

"Sir, be careful!"

George was suddenly shoved by his subordinate, but it was too late. He felt a sharp pain in his collarbone and fell backward.

"Shit, fire! Fire! Suppress them..."

In his dazed state, George heard the angry roars of his subordinates.

"Damn it... It's been so long since I've been shot... It hurts so much..." George's lips moved, the last thought flashed through his mind, and then he slowly lost consciousness.

……

In their New Jersey villa, Gwen and Cao Gui were awakened from their sleep by the sudden ringing of their cell phones.

"Hello? Who's looking for me?"

Cao Gui picked up his phone and asked, still a little dazed.

"Cao...? Where's Gwen? Is Gwen with you?"

Cao Gui suddenly sat up in bed. It was Helen, her voice anxious and trembling with tears.

“Yes, Helen, Gwen is right beside me,” Cao Gui said in a deep voice.

"George has been shot and is being treated..."

Beside her, Gwen instantly sat up in bed, her face solemn:

"How is this going?"

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Chapter 155 Gathering at the Dock

The Washington Bridge is one of the bridges connecting New York City and New Jersey.

The Porsche Cayenne sped along, Cao Gui's face was solemn, while in the passenger seat, Gwen's expression was even more gloomy.

“Don’t worry, Gwen.” Cao Gui held her hand. “It only hit her shoulder blade; there’s no danger to her life.”

Gwen forced a smile but didn't say anything.

Helen briefly described George's injuries over the phone: he was shot in the upper left chest, below the collarbone, and narrowly missed his heart.

Fortunately, the enemy used a submachine gun with 9mm Paragon rounds, so the momentary cavity created wasn't as lethal as that from a .556 bullet; otherwise... George might really be dead.

When Cao Gui and Gwen arrived, George was still in the emergency room. Apart from a few police officers, only Helen was waiting with her family. She did not tell her two young sons.

“Mom,” Gwen called out quickly.

"Oh, Gwen..." As if she had found a support, Helen hugged Gwen tightly, tears streaming down her face.

On the other side of the operating room door, several police officers were talking quietly. After thinking for a moment, Cao Gui walked over:

"Officers, could you tell me what happened to George when he was injured?"

The group frowned, somewhat annoyed that Cao Gui had interrupted their conversation.

"Family members," Cao Gui said, his expression unchanged.

The officers exchanged glances and nodded: "Okay."

Immediately afterwards, he described the process of the battle at the dock and the appearance of the enemy.

“A black matte finish mask…” Cao Gui stroked his chin. Just then, the emergency room doors suddenly opened, and someone came out.

"Doctor, how is my husband?" Helen asked anxiously.

"Officer Stacy is out of danger, please don't worry." The doctor quickly replied, "Now that the patient has been transferred to a ward, you can stay with her, please rest assured, madam."

Hearing his words, the mother and daughter breathed a sigh of relief. Shortly after, after completing the formalities, George was transferred to another ward.

Seeing that no one was following them, Cao Gui went to the morgue on the first basement floor. The police officers had said that those people had been killed and their bodies were in the morgue.

With a creak, a faint chill wafted out as corpses covered in white sheets were placed on the table.

"Is there anything I can help you with, sir?"

A deep, magnetic baritone voice rang out. Cao Gui looked up and was immediately startled. It was a burly, long-faced, balding black man. The face was all too familiar; it was the mysterious black man from Final Destination.

"Where are the five bodies that were just delivered today?" Cao Guiqiang suppressed his anxiety and asked slowly.

He has always kept his distance from things like causality; it's too high a level for him to deal with for the time being... except, of course, Captain America's shield.

“Quite a few bodies have been delivered today, could you please provide more details… You seem a little nervous?” the burly black man asked with a smile.

“Five people were shot and killed, all wearing black masks… Sorry, this is the first time I’ve seen so many corpses,” Cao Gui said with a smile.

“Oh, it’s them,” the burly black man said slowly. “They were in beds 106 to 109. Actually, there were four of them, but one of them has already been taken away by the police.”

"Thank you."

“You’re welcome. Polite people always have good luck, don’t they?” the burly black man said with a smile.

Cao Gui went straight to bed 106, pulled back the white sheet, and saw a person wearing a bulletproof vest, a hood, and a mask. The mask was extremely bizarre, but in terms of its outline and facial features, it somewhat resembled a Japanese ghoul mask. (Gu Li)

Cao Gui recalled an episode of Detective Conan about a murder case involving masks. These masks didn't have any strings to hold them in place; instead, there was a protrusion on the back that could be held in place by biting it. The murderer used poison to kill the victim by applying it to that protrusion.

If you removed all the fancy patterns from that mask, it would look exactly like the mask we have now.

So, does this mean these assassins are connected to the Japanese who are living comfortably?

Cao Gui stroked his chin thoughtfully. The first thing that came to his mind was the Hand, since he had just beaten up a subordinate of Murakami, one of the five leaders of the Hand, yesterday.

But that's highly unlikely. He and Gwen didn't reveal their identities at all, so Murakami wouldn't retaliate so quickly. And even if he did, with the Hand's power, they couldn't possibly fail to kill George... Of course, this isn't Cao Gui underestimating his father-in-law.

It's because the Hand is a "powerful" organization with over a century of history; if it couldn't even take down an ordinary person, it would be utterly useless.

After thinking for a moment, Cao Gui removed the masks and hoods from the four people and discovered that they were of different races: Asian, European, Latin American, and Black.

It seems the enemy is no ordinary force. Cao Gui's eyes flickered. Putting aside everything else, training these four types of people into a combat squad is no easy feat.

After restoring everything to its original state, Cao Gui left the morgue. That was all the information that could be seen on the corpse. If he wanted to find out who the enemy was, he would have to go to the scene to investigate.

According to the officers, the chemical container was seized first, then the five men killed the officers, and finally George led a team to raid the location.

The current clue is that so-called hazardous chemical.

Upon entering the ward, George's vital signs were normal; his unconsciousness was likely due to the anesthesia.

Helen was still wiping away her tears. Gwen sat with her mother by the bedside. With nothing else to do, Cao Gui also stayed with the mother and daughter.

As evening approached, George woke up once but quickly fell back asleep. During this time, several men in suits came to visit him, exchanged a few words, and then left.

As darkness fell, Gwen volunteered to stay and take care of George, telling Cao Gui and Helen to go back first and come back to relieve her the next day.

Unable to resist Gwen's insistence, Helen, exhausted from a long day, went back to rest, and Cao Gui also left. He knew that Gwen probably wanted to take this opportunity to visit the docks.

Cao Gui did not actually go back, but instead stayed near the hospital.

Sure enough, about an hour later, Gwen found a nurse who was off duty, gave her a thousand dollars, and asked her to look after George for the night. She then left the hospital, bought some clothes to cover her face, and swung her web toward the dock.

"This girl... she really is a handful."

Cao Gui took out a voice changer and stuck it to his throat. He then took out a silicone mask and a white mask, put them on, and finally put on a black outfit and a black cloak. He then walked on the moon-like steps, hanging far behind Cao Gui.

"Oh~ people who kill police officers... they're really terrifying~"

……

Long Island, New York.

Dick dick~

“Jarvis, I don’t remember setting an alarm at this time…” Tony mumbled, wrapped in the blanket.

"Sir, the silk-spinning woman who appeared at the Eastern Power Hub has reappeared."

"What?" Tony Stark was instantly wide awake.

"Jarvis, where is she?"

"Based on data analysis, his destination is likely the Donghe wharf."

"Prepare the armor!" Tony's face lit up with a smile. "I'm going to meet this woman and see if she's more powerful, or if my armor is more powerful."

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Chapter 156 The Big Foot Gang!

夜晚

The dock was dimly lit, especially in the area where containers were stacked.

Those containers were already prepared as cargo; they could be picked up directly by trucks without needing extra manpower to look after them.

Modern technology is so advanced and mature that it is said that the world's largest port only has about a hundred people working at the same time.

Unlike other ports and terminals, the container stacking area of ​​this terminal on Manhattan Island was bustling with people and filled with noise.