A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

"Mr. Mark, I'm going in."

As he spoke, Fat Life carefully pushed open the door of the cold storage and went inside. However, what he saw was the butcher's corpse.

"Oh, shit..." the fat man exclaimed.

But then, with a "click," the sound of the hammer snapping rang out, and a cold gun barrel was pressed against the back of the fat man's head.

"Cao..." The fat man swallowed hard. "I didn't mean to hurt you. That guy forced me to. I had no choice."

"Heh." Cao Gui pulled out his FBI badge and slapped it in his face: "You don't need to tell me this, go tell the judge."

"Assaulting a police officer or assassinating a law enforcement officer is enough to get you a lifetime in jail."

"But don't worry, I'll hire a lawyer to put you in the electric chair, so you won't spend your life in despair."

Upon hearing this, Fat Jeff was so frightened he wet himself: "No, no, no, damn it, I didn't know you were an FBI agent, please don't do this."

"That bastard forced me to do this. I have no reason to harm you. He's the one who forced me to do this."

Cao Gui paused for a moment, then asked, "Besides you, who else knows about this?"

"No, it's just me." The fat man panicked and hurriedly said, "This bastard broke into my house and threatened to kill my family if I didn't cooperate, but I was the only one at home at the time, so no one knew about it except me."

"Very good." Cao Gui nodded slightly: "Go get some disinfectant and cleaning agent, and deal with this place."

"Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say."

The fat man hurriedly ran out. Cao Gui walked to the butcher's corpse and put it into his [System Backpack]. When the fat man returned, the corpse was gone.

The fat man was filled with suspicion upon seeing this scene, but Cao Gui's expression was off, so he didn't dare to ask and could only silently use disinfectant to clean the bloodstains left by the butcher.

On the other side, Cao Gui leaned against the wall. The character card's time limit had expired, and the excruciating pain struck again. This pain was caused by forcibly using "paper drawing," and it didn't cause much harm to his body. However, at this stage, he had no way to deal with this pain and could only silently endure it.

However, another thing caught Cao Gui's attention. After the character card's time limit expired, he still had some knowledge of Zoro's swordsmanship in his mind. Although it was little, it made his previously clumsy way of using the sword much easier.

If he could have a few more chances, he might have become a swordsman, but the system wouldn't allow it. Zoro's character card had turned gray with the words "Cooling Down" written on it.

This character card cannot be exchanged for equipment for a while.

On the other side, the fat man quickly and efficiently removed the butcher's blood, and the entire cold storage was restored to its original state.

"Um... Cao, I've taken care of it." The fat man said cautiously, "If there's nothing else, can I leave now?"

"Go? Where to?" Cao Gui sneered, "You're an accomplice in the assassination of law enforcement officers, where do you think you're going?"

Cao Gui raised his hand, and the Tokarev pistol was pressed against his head again.

"Cao...I...I..." The fat man stammered, "I really didn't...I didn't mean to hurt you, he forced me to!"

"So you want to live?" Cao Gui grinned.

"Think about it...think about it." The fat man nodded quickly.

“Okay,” Cao Gui said with a smile. “If anyone comes looking for you again, just let me know, and I might consider letting you go this time.”

"Okay, okay, no problem, I agree."

“But if you dare betray me again…” Cao Gui sneered, “I will show you what FBI sanctions are like!”

"Yes, sir!" The fat man jumped, his fat trembling with fright.

"Very good." Cao Gui patted him on the shoulder.

For the next few days, Cao Gui acted as if nothing had happened, going to school, cultivating, going to school, cultivating, repeating the same monotonous and simple life day after day.

However, less than a day later, Sloan discovered something was wrong at the No. 17 textile factory.

For an assassin, being out of contact for a day is already a major incident; if the situation isn't clarified, his "brotherhood" becomes meaningless.

"Gunsmith, mechanic, gather everyone in my office!"

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Regarding the setting of Dao power value

Some readers have pointed out that the Dao Power value setting is inaccurate. An ordinary soldier with a Dao Power value of 10 can easily defeat most people in the Marvel universe, while Captain America, without any special abilities, would at most have a Dao Power value of 2 to 30.

I think this statement is biased. In the One Piece setting, an ordinary soldier needs 10 power points, and only those with 500 power points or more can be considered superhuman.

So in the Marvel universe, I set up the orange cat in this way, putting ordinary people from both worlds on the same level, ignoring the physical differences between ordinary people in the Marvel universe and the One Piece universe.

The differences may not have been fully considered, after all, this is my first time writing a book. If you don't like it, please be lenient with your comments (oωo). Also, the concept of "power value" itself is not a mature concept. Oda only used it once around the time of the Enies Lobby arc and never used it again after that. Some mistakes are also due to unavoidable factors (╯□╰).

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Chapter 14 New Enemy

Before long, a dozen or so core assassins arrived at Sloan's office. Upon seeing this, Sloan slowly stood up:

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have some very bad news to tell you: the butcher has gone missing."

Upon hearing this, the previously normal office suddenly became extremely oppressive, and everyone immediately thought of one person: the traitor Cross.

However, Sloan said, "It's not the cross; there's another reason this time."

As he spoke, Sloan distributed a photocopy of a document: "This person is the Butcher's target, but he has been missing for a day now."

"Chief, I have a question." The gunsmith frowned slightly: "The time listed is incorrect; it's from a month ago. Why is the judgment on this fate only being decided recently?"

"That's why I called you here." Sloan wiped his glasses with the corner of his shirt. "Do you remember a month ago, four of our trainees went out and robbed a bank on their own?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present was slightly stunned. Of course, they knew about this matter, which seriously violated the Brotherhood's principles. These core assassins had thoroughly investigated the matter, but it turned out to be the private actions of those four individuals and had nothing to do with anyone else. Therefore, the matter was eventually resolved.

But the question is, what is the connection between the two? The assassins had no idea.

"This person is the one who killed those four trainees, but the problem is that his name coincidentally appeared on the list of loom workers at the same time."

"Boss, isn't there some mistake?" Firefox looked puzzled and confused. "I investigated this person. He's a student. Although he has FBI credentials, he's just an unofficial employee. Someone like that shouldn't be on the loom's list, right?"

Sloan's old face was full of helplessness:

"Yes, it's such a coincidence, so in order to avoid attracting the attention of the Cross, I took it upon myself to keep it from you and postpone the execution by a month. But I didn't expect that the Butcher would actually..."

"I was wrong about this, and I apologize to you."

Sloan spoke sincerely, and even stood up and bowed slightly to those present.

"leader!"

The assassins were taken aback by Sloan's actions; they hadn't expected their usually arrogant leader to be so sincere in admitting his mistakes.

"It doesn't have to be like this!"

"Chief, we don't mean to blame you."

"The threat of the cross is imminent, and we cannot afford to be too distracted by it!"

The assassins were in an uproar and tried to dissuade Sloan, but by then, no one cared why Cao Gui, a high school student and a junior FBI agent, was on the Loom's list.

Sloan's candor and apology not only resolved the crisis of trust but also enhanced his prestige.

"So, gentlemen, what are your thoughts on this little FBI agent?" Sloan asked slowly, handing over the initiative entirely to the assassins.

“Of course, we must investigate thoroughly!” the gunsmith said in a deep voice. “Whether the butcher is dead or alive, we must find out.”

“Agreed,” the repairman said. “We need to find out if this person has anything to do with the cross; if so, that would be even better.”

The others nodded in agreement with what the two men said.

Sloan nodded slightly: "In that case, leave this matter to the repairman and White Dove. Firefox and Gunsmith, you continue to follow up on Wesley."

"The rest of the people each performed their duties, guarding against the cross's sneak attack."

"Yes, Chief!"

"Go and do it."

……

in the apartment

Cao Gui sat in front of the computer, browsing through several documents: the rooftop shooting, the supermarket shootout, and Wesley's personal information.

These things can be found easily in the FBI's database.

It seems the story has already begun; Wesley has joined the Brotherhood, but I wonder if this loser has graduated yet.

Cao Gui frowned. Wesley had completed two missions after graduating: one was a kill on the light rail, and the other was a kill through the sunroof of a super-show vehicle.

Thinking of this, Cao Gui typed the words "Rolls-Royce, tycoon, sunroof, shooting" into his computer, but found no information.

Cao Gui typed "nighttime, high-rise building, 9mm bullet, shooting" into the computer again, but just like before, nothing came up.

This means Wesley hasn't finished training yet. Cao Gui's eyes lit up. If the Brotherhood's situation was most in Cao Gui's interest, then the current situation was the most in line.

The threat of the cross hung like the Sword of Damocles over the Brotherhood, preventing them from taking any rash actions and forcing them to engage in small-scale battles with only one or two people against this little FBI agent.

Then you can keep bleeding the Brotherhood dry until all the kills in this dungeon are wiped out.

The problem is that although Wesley is a loser, he is also a genius. His graduation is unstoppable. Once he graduates, the current situation will be broken. Either he will die on the cross, or Wesley will die. But no matter what happens, it will not be good for Cao Gui.

We need to come up with a solution that satisfies both sides!

Cao Gui stroked his chin, his eyes gleaming.

……

In Upper Manhattan, at the fat man's barbecue restaurant, a repairman and a chestnut-haired woman pried open the door and made their way into the cold storage.

Based on the plan left by the butcher, they found this place immediately.

Upon entering the cold storage, the two split up and began a thorough search, examining the situation bit by bit.

Before long, the two would exchange information. White Dove held four 7.62 pistol bullets in her palm: "I found these, the bullets from the Butcher's gun."

"Based on ballistic analysis, it was three direct shots and one gunfight shot. It can be confirmed that it was fired by the butcher, but there is no human tissue or blood on it."

“And this too.” White Dove took out a chipped cleaver: “This is a weapon that the butcher is good at, but like bullets, it doesn’t contain any human tissue, which means that the butcher fought with someone, but the other person was not injured.”

The repairman frowned: "There's a smell of disinfectant and cleaning agent on the floor. This place has been cleaned. Apart from the shop owner, there are no other people's footprints here."

“But I found this.” The repairman pulled over a pig carcass, which was covered in blood.

"If this blood is the butcher's, then it proves that the butcher is really dead."

After saying this, both of them fell silent. Based on this information, it could be basically concluded that the butcher had been defeated and killed.

But how could that be? The butcher is skilled in close combat, and this kind of slaughterhouse is his home turf. The butcher even prepared here a week in advance.