A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

But now that the die is cast, they have no choice but to fire, and they can no longer switch back to non-lethal weapons.

White Dove's gaze darkened slightly as she lowered the muzzle of Bernelli's gun, preparing to shoot at his feet. At such close range, a few shots wouldn't kill the enemy, but his lower body would be practically useless.

Bang!

With a loud bang, the doorway wasn't pushed open, but rather violently kicked open.

Clang~

The next instant, two cylindrical objects rolled in.

"Shit!"

"It's a flashbang!"

Boom! Boom!

Two loud bangs followed, and a blinding white light filled the entire apartment room.

"what--!"

"Die!!"

Bang bang bang bang!

Da da da da!

As expected of top assassins, their first reaction was not to turn and dodge, but to pull the trigger immediately!

Countless 9mm bullets and 12-gauge lead bullets instantly sealed off the small entrance, preventing any flesh and blood creature from passing through this metal storm.

Cao Gui knew this well, so he could only obediently hide outside the door.

No matter how many bullets you have, they will eventually run out. In less than ten seconds, the repairman and the white dove had run out of bullets.

Without any hesitation, the two activated bullet time and ran in opposite directions, towards Cao Gui's window.

Having been ambushed and then ambushed again, the White Dove and the Repairman, both severely weakened, immediately abandoned the idea of ​​continuing the fight. They knew very well that they had no chance left; if they didn't escape, they would be doomed!

However, would Cao Gui let them have their way?

How dare you brothers come and go as you please on my territory?

The two people, the white dove and the repairman, who were running at full speed, felt a chill on their necks. Then, their previously smooth and free bodies suddenly became stiff, as if they had been filled with lead.

"It's...it's an anesthetic!?"

"Damn it..."

Thump thump!

Cao Gui slowly walked in from outside the door. Two hands flew in from two directions and accurately landed on Cao Gui's bare wrists. The eyes hidden under the table also surfaced and returned to their rightful places.

The Chop-Chop Fruit is peculiar and very useful, but unfortunately it's mostly for support and has very poor offensive capabilities. Cao Gui shook his head; it's an interesting fruit ability.

Cao Gui tossed the anesthetic syringe aside, stripped the repairman and Bai Ge down to their underwear, and then tied them up tightly with a climbing rope.

Still not entirely at ease, Cao Gui administered another dose of anesthetic. These two were super killers with adrenaline flowing through their veins, so caution was necessary.

Cao Gui dragged the two men into his bathroom, then returned to the doorway to clean up the mess. Just then, a series of hurried footsteps rushed up.

"NYPD!"

"Put down your gun! Put down the gun in your hand!"

"Put down your gun, you damn bastard, I told you to put down your gun!"

Two middle-aged white plainclothes detectives pointed their guns at Cao Gui and shouted sternly.

One of them was balding, with a hairline that reached the back of his head, while the other was quite refined, but he was the one who swore the most.

No wonder they were so nervous. At this moment, Cao Gui was still carrying a Glock 18 and a Benelli M4. The fact that he didn't empty the magazines on the spot was already a great show of respect for Cao.

"Officers, please calm down. These two guns are out of ammunition." Cao Gui smiled calmly, but inwardly he was worried about trouble.

"Shit! Enough with the nonsense!"

"Put down your gun immediately, or we have the right to kill you!"

Cao Gui shrugged, loosened his grip, and the two weapons fell to the ground.

"Kneel down with your hands behind your head!"

"Don't try anything funny, I'm watching you!"

“I refuse, Detective John McLean.” Cao Gui pinched two fingers together, and the FBI’s unofficial identification card appeared at his fingertips.

That's right, this half-bald New York police officer is the detective whose fighting ability is inversely proportional to the amount of hair he has: John McLean. As for the person next to him, Cao Gui has no recollection of him.

Upon hearing Cao Gui accurately call out his name and mention the FBI badge, the two men, who had been tense, were momentarily stunned.

Although I don't know what happened, this person is probably not a criminal.

"An FBI contract worker?"

McLean looked at the document suspiciously. He roughly understood that it was a "protective umbrella" type of document, which he had also considered for his daughter and son to obtain a similar one from the NYPD.

But his ex-wife rejected him, saying that she had money and could arrange bodyguards, and didn't need such things, which hurt him deeply.

John put the gun away and then showed his identification to his partner for inspection.

"Kid, how did you know me?"

“It was in the newspaper,” Cao Gui said with a smile. “But it was your daughter who told me your name.”

As he spoke, Cao Gui tossed his student ID to the half-bald detective.

John picked it up and looked at it, his face growing darker with each glance. This kid was indeed his daughter's classmate.

The other detective returned the identification to Cao Gui without saying a word. He saw the bullet holes and casings, but found no bloodstains or smelled any blood, indicating that no one was injured.

Even if someone gets injured, that's the FBI's business, and he doesn't want to get involved.

But his reluctance to get involved doesn't mean John doesn't want to get involved.

"FBI? That's impressive." The balding detective looked Cao Gui up and down, then said menacingly, "Then explain yourself, what's with all these spent shell casings? What were you shooting at?"

"If you cannot explain yourself clearly, I will arrest you according to the law and send you to jail."

"Test firing." Cao Gui lied through his teeth, grinning as he said, "It was my first time handling a gun today, and I got a little excited, so I fired a few shots. I'm sorry, Officer John."

“How many shots do you call that?” John said with a dark face. “I’m sorry, FBI agent, but because you did not comply with basic firearms safety regulations, I am issuing you a fine on behalf of the NYPD.”

"Disrupting residents' lives, damaging public facilities, and failing to comply with safety rules, a total fine of $1000 has been imposed. Pay now."

“Okay.” Cao Gui shrugged and pulled out $1000. “But Officer John, I’ll tell Lucy that because of your fine, I’ve lost my living expenses for next month.”

"So for the next month, I'm afraid I'll be having dinner with Lucy."

Upon hearing this, McLean expressionlessly shoved the money he had just taken into Cao Gui's hand.

"Kid, I'm warning you, if you dare to have any designs on Lucy, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Cao Gui shrugged: "You're overthinking it, Officer John. Lucy isn't my type."

"And...don't you think she has a very fiery temper?"

Lucy does have a bad temper, she's like a little delinquent, and her behavior is very fierce. If I had to use one word to describe her, "tomboy" would be the most fitting.

John thought about it for a moment, and it seemed that even he couldn't do anything about her, but then a surge of anger welled up inside him:

"Boy, how dare you look down on my daughter?"

Cao Gui scratched his head: "Officer John, do you want me to like your daughter, or do you not want me to like your daughter?"

John: "..."

The bald detective was speechless, glared at Cao Gui, and turned away angrily. His partner nodded to Cao Gui and then left as well.

After watching the two leave, Cao Gui slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Luckily, I managed to get away with it by joking around. If they had let them into the house to search, I would have lost my head!

Cao Gui put the Glock and Bernelli guns into his [System Backpack], then closed the door and returned to his bathroom, where White Dove and the Repairman were lying unconscious.

A glint flashed in Cao Gui's eyes; he wanted to see how he would face the Brotherhood.

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Chapter 17 Interrogation

Whoosh!

Cold water was suddenly poured over his head. The repairman shuddered and tried to jump up, but his hands and feet were already bound.

He lost his balance instantly, stumbled, and fell to the ground with the chair.

Cao Gui kicked out, turning the chair he had knocked over back into place, and then scanned the two men up and down.

The man is thin, the kind of person who looks thin when dressed but has muscles when undressed. Unfortunately, his fashion sense is questionable; what's with that red striped shirt?

If I remember correctly, there seems to be such a character in the original work who punched the rookie Wesley a few times, and Wesley passed out.

What was this guy's name again... repairman, or mechanic?

Cao Gui frowned slightly and turned to look at another head.

This woman has a great figure, with curves in all the right places, chestnut hair, an oval face, and fair skin. Her long-term exercise has given her a graceful body. If you put her in the basement, she would definitely be a good sex slave.

Unfortunately, Cao is not interested in this now. Women will only affect his speed in drawing his gun. Besides, in his eyes, this woman is nothing more than a head that contributes merit and experience.

“You’re definitely not a high school student. Who are you?” the repairman asked breathlessly.

Bang!

Cao Gui punched him in the face, and instantly, the repairman's face was bruised and swollen, with blood dripping continuously from his nose and mouth.

Cao Gui wiped his hands and sneered, "How dare you be so arrogant on my turf? Who gave you the nerve?"

"Cough...cough cough cough..."

The repairman shook his head; this time he was smarter and didn't speak up easily.

"The Brotherhood, is it?" Cao Gui sneered. "Did Sloan tell you why he wanted to kill me?"

"!!!"

The repairman looked horrified. He hadn't expected Cao Gui to recognize his origins so quickly, and he was even more surprised that Cao Gui knew about their leader!