A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

A flash of light and a sudden gunshot rang out. Just as Cao Gui had predicted, a burly white man with a shiny bald head walked out and strode away.

This face is exactly like Lucy's father's, but unfortunately it's not the same person. If it were the same person... then Lucy would have another young and beautiful stepmother.

After a while, the sky was beginning to lighten, and Cao Gui jumped down from the tree.

At this moment, the neighbors also came out of their homes.

"Cao, what happened? How could there be such loud gunshots? It's terrifying." A soft, charming female voice rang out. Cao Gui turned his head and saw Jane Smith... and her husband.

Cao Gui was speechless for a moment. You're an assassin, after all.

"Oh my god... I'm so scared, what's going on here?" At this moment, another voice rang out. Cao Gui looked over and saw a very beautiful white woman, but... the person next to her was not simple.

"John, long time no see." John Smith, with his large jaw, waved and greeted him with a smile.

"Hello, John... just call me Wick." The man was somewhat speechless; they shared the same name.

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Chapter 163 Cao Gui Faces Undeserved Disaster

In a secret underground room somewhere in Manhattan.

Three people sat at a small Japanese table: two men and one woman. One was a middle-aged, thin white man; the other was a bald Asian man with a face full of scars and a fleshy face; and the other was a Japanese woman with squinty eyes who was wearing makeup.

"Why hasn't the situation at the dock been resolved yet?" the bald man asked in a deep voice. The unresolved issue he referred to wasn't the issue itself, but rather the fact that the supply of smuggled chemicals hadn't been restored.

“Master… assaulting a police officer has a significant impact and will take some time to resolve,” Sykes said with a hint of helplessness.

The Japanese woman remained expressionless and silent, pouring tea for the two of them.

"Have you found out who caused the damage?"

The bald man continued, "Due to the damage caused by the battle between Cao Gui and Tony Stark, the dockside businesses inspected all the containers and discovered those prohibited chemicals."

“We can’t find anything.” Mahone… Sykes shook his head. And even if they did find something, they couldn’t do anything to the other side. Judging from the damage caused at the scene… they were no match for them!

"We must find a way to restore the supply of materials, otherwise the laboratory will be unable to keep up," the bald man said.

“Yes, Master.” Sykes nodded; he knew this too.

"Senior, it's necessary to remind you that the higher-ups are pressing us hard," the Japanese woman said slowly.

“I know, that’s when we’ll start restoring supplies.” Sykes’s face turned serious. He was a capitalist, that was true, but there were extraordinary forces in this world…

He is not truly invincible.

……

In a community in New Jersey.

"Hahaha……"

Hearing their conversation, Jane and the woman next to John Wecker both laughed.

The two men did indeed share the same name; one was John Wick, and the other was John Smith.

"Who lives there... He's so unlucky," Cao Gui asked, pointing to the villa where one of its walls had been knocked down.

"I think his name is... Frank," the freelancer's wife said, frowning. "He's a single, bald, old man."

“His name is Frank, Helen, you’re not mistaken,” John Wick chuckled. “We chatted with him at the last community gathering.”

"That's terrifying. I never imagined something like this would happen in our community," Helen Wick said, still shaken.

Cao Gui shrugged: "Don't worry, Helen, Frank is fine. I just saw him leave. There should be several bodies inside the house."

Upon hearing this, Helen shrank behind the freelancer, and Jane did the same, but a step slower; she wasn't actually afraid.

"Guys, stop looking, I've already called the police, let them handle it." At this moment, a burly black man wearing a sports shirt and shorts slowly ran over.

Denzel Washington? Cao Gui was slightly surprised; there were quite a few big shots in this community!

“Good morning, McKell.” John Wick smiled. When his wife was still alive, he was still quite humane, unlike the cold-blooded killer he would become.

"That's enough, guys, time to get to work."

Cao Gui clapped his hands and said that he was a little scared. If they continued to gather like this, would these big shots suddenly draw their guns and start fighting?

“Cao, you don’t seem scared at all?” John Wick chuckled and asked casually.

After such a big incident, he suddenly became a bit paranoid. Could it be that this young man is also...?

“As you can see, FBI.” Cao Gui smiled slightly, revealing his official identity, immediately silencing John Wick’s suspicions.

"I see."

"Let's call it a day, guys."

Cao Gui walked towards his home when a dark figure flashed past in that direction, disappeared into the villa, and vanished.

Cao Gui calmly walked over without paying any attention. That was actually Gwen. The gunshots earlier could wake even the dead, let alone Gwen who had spider-sense.

He planned to go back and solidify his Life Return skill. The character card he obtained had taught him this skill, but he had only just learned it and it hadn't yet become a combat weapon.

It's fine for dealing with ordinary small fry, but it probably won't be very effective against some mutated or overpowered ones.

But then again, why would the Foot Gang act as a reserve force to deal with Frank?

Cao Gui frowned. If he remembered correctly, Frank was a CIA agent, and the person who framed him was an arms dealer. It had nothing to do with the Foot Gang, right?

Cao Gui's doubts resurfaced; it seemed the Big Foot Gang was more than just a simple triad organization.

……

Several days later.

At night, outside the pier, a woman in a yellow coat rode a bicycle in a straight line around the pier.

"Damn it, after all these days of waiting, I still haven't gotten anything..."

April was panting heavily. She had cycled all the way here, and even after finishing her manuscript, it was quite a challenge for her physical strength as a young woman.

After several days of fruitless riding, she couldn't help but doubt herself. With this thought, April hung her head in frustration and slowed down her cycling speed, but she still rode towards the container stacking area.

Suddenly, at that moment, a noisy sound came from afar, and in the distance, many lights were swaying.

"This is...?" April was overjoyed. It was wonderful. After waiting for so many days, there was finally a result.

April cautiously walked towards the container stacking area, but suddenly several shadows flashed by, and a clanging sound rang out. The black-masked men carrying things were instantly knocked down.

The next moment, the huge container suddenly moved and crashed hard into another container with a loud bang.

"Quickly, retreat! Retreat immediately!"

Without a second thought, the Big Foot Gang members left. They had witnessed firsthand the fate of those in the organization recently, after the bodies were transported back.

By the time April arrived, everyone had vanished.

"Damn it, another wasted trip." April was furious and dejected.

Half an hour later

In a basement in Manhattan, Slade, a bald man with a scarred face, Sykes, and a Japanese woman sit together once again.

News has reached the docks that not only were the goods not retrieved, but several personnel have also been lost.

Seeing his master's gloomy face, Sykes' heart skipped a beat. He knew his master's patience had reached its limit, so he quickly took out a photograph and said:

“Master, there is a reason for this incident.”

Slade, expressionless, took the photo and frowned immediately. The photo showed two Chinese characters written on the shipping container: "Home Gate".

"What does this mean?" Slade was puzzled. He knew the two words, but he didn't understand what they meant by appearing here.

“Master, I suspect this was done by another group,” Sykes said.

"Why wasn't it the injured NYPD who did it?" Slade asked calmly.

"Don't forget, his daughter has a boyfriend from China, so there's a high possibility she's coming here for revenge."

“Master, we can’t attract the NYPD’s attention right now. Besides, I’ve checked that person. Apart from his FBI identity, he’s just an ordinary person…” Sykes said with a headache.

“He’s not a NYPD,” Slade said. “He’s not even a direct relative of a NYPD member. Taking him down won’t attract any attention.”

"As for the FBI, I think you have a way with them, right?"

Sykes had a splitting headache; his biggest fear now was attracting the attention of the authorities.

Seeing her senior brother's dilemma, the Japanese woman spoke up:

"Then how about this, senior brother? I'll take some men and bring him back. With my strength, even if it's him, I can handle him with ease. He's no match for me."

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Chapter 164 The Poor Big-Foot Junior Sister: Tang Jing

Hearing what the two said, Sykes was speechless. He really couldn't understand why an ordinary Chinese person was worth caring about.

“Don’t underestimate the people of China,” Slade said in a deep voice. “Their power is beyond our imagination.”

"Tang Jing is right, let's do it this way. Be careful, they are dangerous." The last two sentences were said to Tang Jing.

With Slade's approval, the matter was settled. Sykes knew there was no going back and slowly withdrew.

"Find a yakuza organization and cause some trouble." Sykes pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and ordered with a cold laugh:

"Doesn't that so-called 'family' like to meddle in other people's business? Then let's give them some meddlesome business to meddle in."

"Yes, boss!"

Sykes hung up the phone. He wasn't interested in the Chinese man; he was more convinced that someone else was behind the sabotage.

……

"Mmm... I'm finally full..."

Inside the villa, a large, fat man with a round head and a round belly patted his stomach, a satisfied smile on his face, which was covered with fat.

"Then, next... life is returned!"

The fat man clasped his hands together, gave a soft shout, and his fat body trembled rhythmically, with a faint white mist rising from his body.

Then, an astonishing scene unfolded: the exaggerated fat on that body suddenly contracted rapidly.