A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

after one day

When Sloan couldn't contact Dove and the repairman no matter what he tried, he knew something was wrong. Like the Butcher, the two of them were probably already dead.

"What do you guys think we should do?"

Sloan looked helpless. The worst had happened: three top assassins were dead, and the FBI had become a black hole devouring their elite assassins.

Faced with Sloan's question, the assassins present fell silent. In just four days, their Brotherhood had already lost three core assassins.

This is a greater loss than the cross. If this continues, there's no need for the cross; the FBI alone could wipe them all out.

“Leader…” Firefox’s gaze narrowed slightly as he slowly spoke, “Wesley can now freely activate bullet time. We can now begin teaching him gunfighting techniques.”

“Continue,” Sloan said.

"Based on my understanding of Wesley, it will probably take about a week to learn gunfighting."

“My suggestion is to launch an operation against the cross a week later. Even if it fails, we can use Wesley to restrain the cross.”

"Then we can concentrate our efforts on dealing with that FBI agent and avenge the three White Doves."

Sloan frowned slightly: "What do you guys think?"

He knew, of course, that this method was excellent, but he was worried that the young FBI agent would come knocking on his door. The young man was arrogant and impulsive, and it was very likely that he would bring a large group of people to his door.

The gunsmith thought for a moment and then said, "I agree with Firefox's idea. It's only a week; we can wait that long."

I agree.

"Agreed."

"Firefox is right, I agree."

The other assassins nodded in agreement. They weren't worried about the FBI; they were actually worried about Cross. If they were to fight the FBI agent, Cross would be overjoyed.

The cross's long-range sniping ability made them feel like they had a thorn in their side; they couldn't sleep or eat in peace until the cross was eliminated.

“Since everyone agrees, let’s be patient for a week,” Sloan said.

"Cancel all missions until Wesley succeeds. Also, recall all members currently outside the area and cease all activities."

"The textile factory has entered a level-two combat readiness state, ready to fight the enemy at any time."

"Evacuation Plan No. 1 is underway; prepare to leave."

"We don't know how much information that little FBI agent has about us, so we have to be prepared for anything, understand?"

"Yes, Chief!"

……

early morning.

Cao Gui emerged from his apartment with a frown. Something was amiss; his Dao power was increasing much more slowly than before.

Previously, a night of cultivation would increase one or two points, but now it's not moving at all. Cao Gui originally thought that the improvement had slowed down after breaking through 100, and that it should be fine in a few days.

The problem is that it has been four or five days since he killed the butcher, and his Dao power has not increased at all, which is very illogical.

Cao Gui probably had a guess about this. Ignoring the aftereffects left when the original owner harmed this body, his Dao power increased wildly during the stage when he began to cultivate paper drawing.

Now, Cao Gui's paper drawing skills have reached a bottleneck. Softening bones and changing body shape are limited by insufficient physical fitness, so he has not started yet. Instead, he is familiarizing himself with the original paper drawing skills and the newly acquired bullet time and gunfighting techniques.

Therefore, there are two ways to increase your Dao power: one is to start the next stage of paper drawing training, and the other is, of course, to learn the new Six Forms.

Unfortunately, I had the will but not the money, so I had to put it on hold for the time being.

Lost in thought, Cao Gui arrived at the school gate. Just as he was about to enter the school, he was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

"Hey, Cao!"

A girl came running up to him in a flurry and greeted him.

Cao Gui turned his head and saw that it wasn't Gwen, but Lucy, the balding detective's daughter. Cao Gui had just met her father last night, but the relationship between the father and daughter didn't seem to be very good. Cao Gui wisely didn't mention the unpleasant meeting last night.

Moreover, the girl was followed by a burly young man, about the same height as Cao Gui, but with a larger cross-section. Considering that dating was not prohibited at Zhongcheng High School, Cao Gui couldn't help but wonder if this was her boyfriend.

"Lucy, hasn't anyone told you that you should be more ladylike? You'll have no one to pursue you if you keep acting like this," Cao Gui couldn't help but complain.

“Gwen is very ladylike, but doesn’t she also have no suitors?” Lucy said dismissively.

Cao Gui glanced at her and said, "How can you compare to Gwen? Gwen is a model student every year, always getting the highest grades in exams. How many outstanding boys feel ashamed in front of her?"

Lucy's face darkened. She understood Cao Gui's expression and was about to fly into a rage. Seeing this, Cao Gui quickly used the technique of changing the subject.

“Ahem… Lucy, you haven’t introduced who this friend is yet?” Cao Gui pointed to the boy behind her.

“My brother Jack.” At this, Lucy immediately woke up, wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck, and ruffled his hair.

"He's two grades younger than me. How about it? Isn't my brother much more handsome than you?"

Jack didn't say anything, he was just speechless. Not to mention Jack, even Cao Gui was speechless. This girl was too carefree.

“Jack, having a sister like that must be very tough for you,” Cao Gui said with sympathy.

"Buddy, you've really hit the nail on the head." Jack shook Cao Gui's hand twice, expressing his gratitude for Cao Gui's understanding.

Lucy was furious when she saw this. "I haven't even left yet, and you dare to talk bad about me?"

He reached out and grabbed at Cao Gui's neck, but Cao Gui chuckled and dodged in a flash. "Even assassins can't catch me, let alone you."

Amidst laughter and playful banter, another day of classes began. Cao Gui wasn't worried about the Brotherhood making a move on campus; in that case, the FBI wouldn't be needed, the SEALs and Delta Force would likely be involved.

Cao Gui's life was very regular, going back and forth between the school and the apartment. The Brotherhood could only take action on the road or in the apartment.

What puzzled Cao Gui was that the Brotherhood did not react at all throughout the day, which Cao Gui could only attribute to the fact that the other party had not yet reacted.

However, two days passed, then three days, and the Brotherhood still did not respond.

This situation set off alarm bells in Cao Gui's mind. Even a clay figure has some temper, let alone a brotherhood that has been passed down for thousands of years.

There must be something wrong here!

Without hesitation, Cao Gui drove straight to New Jersey. He wanted to see what the Brotherhood was up to!

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Chapter 19 Reconnaissance of the Enemy Camp

night.

The weather was a bit bad today; thick clouds obscured the meager starlight, and apart from a few lights, the outskirts of North Bergen were pitch black.

With the night dark and windy, tonight is a perfect time to take action.

Cao Gui drove a second-hand Ford 150 and slowly stopped on the overpass far from the No. 17 textile factory. In his sight, the fraternity's old nest was pitch black, as if no one existed.

Something's definitely fishy!

Cao Gui glanced at the terrain and buildings near Textile Factory No. 17 and frowned. Textile Factory No. 17 had high walls and thick walls, and was completely open on all sides. There was no cover or cover, so it was impossible to get close.

The only thing they could use was probably the Hakensak River, which was about 5 or 60 meters wide, but if he were a Brotherhood, the river would be covered with all sorts of sirens.

Cao Gui looked around and felt that the tiger was trying to eat the sky—he had no idea where to start.

I'm also glad I didn't recklessly go to their door back then, otherwise the ending would have been quite interesting.

Cao Gui opened the system panel, glanced at the dazzling array of character cards, and couldn't help but sigh. He was going to have to use up his merit points again.

……

In a brightly lit secret room inside the textile factory, Sloan, Gunsmith, and Firefox stood quietly behind Wesley, while Wesley, standing in front of them, stared intently at the pork swaying back and forth in front of him.

With a piercing gaze and unwavering determination, Wesley suddenly jerked his wrist, swung his arm in an arc, and pulled the trigger at the perfect moment.

boom!

A bullet hole was precisely blasted into the pork in front of them. However, everyone couldn't help but show their disappointment, because the target paper pasted on the wall behind the pork was completely undamaged.

Damn it!

Wesley couldn't help but roar, "How the hell does this thing work? I've done every single movement, every single detail perfectly, why can't I make the bullets curve?!"

“Calm down, young man.” Sloan gently squeezed his shoulder, speaking softly like a kind elder:

"As I've said before, bullet time is the foundation of gunfighting. Only in the state of bullet time can you fire bullets that curve."

"However, the moment you flung the gun, you had already exited that state."

“I didn’t…” Wesley immediately retorted.

Sloan chuckled: "Although I'm old, my eyesight is still sharp, and I can see very clearly."

“Then what should I do? Shit! I…” Wesley was immediately exasperated.

“You need to try to take control of the whole situation,” Sloan said. “Master every part of your body, and try again. You can do it.”

Looking at Sloan's encouraging and expectant gaze, Wesley suddenly felt immense pressure. He took a deep breath, and then the sound of his heart pounding echoed in his ears.

boom!

Bullet holes appeared in the pork again; Wesley had failed once more.

“Looks like you need some motivation,” Sloan said.

Upon hearing this, the gunsmith immediately pressed the pistol against the back of Wesley's head, but Wesley shook his head: "No, I've tried this method with Firefox, and I no longer have that same fear as before. It won't achieve the same effect as when we first met."

Firefox and Sloan exchanged a glance; it was indeed true.

“Then let’s try another way.” Sloan gestured with his chin.

Firefox nodded, walked to the pig's carcass, stood there, smiled gently, and looked at Wesley with tender eyes.

The older sister's gentle smile instantly captivated Wesley, making this loser completely infatuated.

However, the gunsmith raised his hand, pointing the gun at Firefox: "Wesley, I'll give you ten seconds. If you don't shoot, I will."

"Damn it, are you all insane?!" Wesley roared in anger.

"Do as they say!"

Sloan said calmly, but this time, his tone carried a commanding tone, brooking no refusal from anyone.

"FCUK!"

Wesley quickly began to take deep breaths, gently bouncing around in place to relax his body. With each deep breath, his heartbeat quickened, and everything in the world seemed to slow down again.

"5, 4, 3, 2..." the gunsmith slowly counted down.