A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

"Uncle my foot! You idiot! Have you forgotten you're still a student?!"

A roar came through the receiver, and Cao Guiqing couldn't help but pick at his ears. The sound was so loud that it hurt his eardrums.

"I haven't forgotten, it's not like this now..." Cao Gui was about to give a perfunctory reply, but when he turned his head, he saw a bright sun hanging in the sky outside the window.

"???"

What's going on? Wasn't it nighttime just now? How come the sun is so big?

"It's already 10 a.m., don't tell me you're still not up!"

A roar came through the receiver, and Cao Gui immediately jumped in fright:

"How could that be? Uncle Gaspar, I'm on my way to school, just around the corner!"

As he spoke, Cao Gui hurriedly put on his clothes and started washing up in a panic.

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Chapter 2 It turns out I'm a second-generation snake!

"Shut up, do you think I'm stupid?"

"I'll give you five minutes. I'll be waiting for you downstairs!" After saying that, a series of dial tone sounds came from the receiver.

Hearing that his well-intentioned lie had no effect, Cao Gui shrugged and didn't care. Five minutes was enough.

In less than five minutes, Cao Gui arrived at his apartment building. He looked up and saw a black sedan with a bald, bespectacled man in a suit sitting in the driver's seat.

Cao Gui was taken aback. He had been so focused on the system that he had forgotten to look at the original owner's memories. If the memories were correct, the person in front of him was "Uncle Gaspar".

This person works for the FBI and is a colleague of the original owner's father. The original owner's father died in the line of duty while saving this "Uncle Gaspar," and the mother, overwhelmed with grief, committed suicide, leaving behind the young original owner.

The young original body was raised by "Uncle Gaspar," but the problem was that "Uncle Gaspar" was busy with work and rarely came home, sometimes only seeing him once every few months.

In short, the original character was an orphan, but not entirely.

But Cao was stunned not because of that, but because this bespectacled, bald "Uncle Gaspar" looked very familiar. If he remembered correctly, his full name should be: Gaspar Sitwell.

That's right, it's the Hydra agent who was whispered "Hail Hydra" in Captain America's ear in the elevator.

In other words, this "Uncle Gaspar" is ostensibly an FBI agent, but in reality, he is a Level 6 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., and secretly, he is also a Hydra agent.

So... I, Cao, am actually a second-generation snake!?

Cao Gui glanced at "Uncle Gaspar" in the car, then at the word "Justice" on the system panel, and was momentarily at a loss.

“What are you waiting for? Get in the car!” Sitwell said.

Cao Gui touched his nose and silently got into the passenger seat.

Sitwell started the car and drove Cao Guichao toward the school he remembered.

The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat subdued. Cao Gui didn't know what to say. Two grown men usually had nothing to talk about unless they were drinking tea, alcohol, talking about work, or discussing girls.

Moreover, this one is Hydra, so Cao Gui can't exactly lean in and whisper "Long live Hydra" in his ear, can he?

However, Cao Gui did not speak. Sitwell spoke first, and he took out a bank card and handed it to Cao Gui: "This is your father's pension. You are 18 years old now, and it is time to return it to you."

“I will still send you the child support every month as before, but…” Sitwell looked at Cao Gui: “Kid, you’d better be serious and stop being so carefree like before.”

"I'm not running around naked, so how am I being sloppy?" Cao Gui thought to himself, but replied with a serious expression:

"Yes, I understand, Uncle Gaspar."

Seeing Cao Gui's serious expression, Sitwell nodded in satisfaction: "Cao, your father and I are the best of brothers. He died in the line of duty because of my negligence. I am sorry to him. He entrusted you to me. I am sorry that I did not teach you well. I have always felt guilty about this, but there is nothing I can do. My work is too busy. I was in the United States one day and I had to go to Africa the next. Sometimes I might even have to go to the North and South Poles."

“Like your father, I don’t want you to work so hard like this. I hope you can find a job you like, then get married, start a family, and have children. But you’ve been too lazy lately. Your grades have started to drop, and you even slept until 10 o’clock today. Do you know that two classes have already been held at school? If I hadn’t come back today, you wouldn’t even have been able to get into the school.”

Cao Gui's eyes twitched slightly, and his right little finger twitched gently. He forcibly suppressed the urge to pick his ear. It was the first time he had ever heard that a secret agent could be so talkative.

“Oh, right, there’s one more thing.” Sitwell pulled out a document: “This is your driver’s license. I’ve already taken care of it for you, but you haven’t driven a car yet, so you’ll have to go to a driving school to learn.”

"There's one more thing. Here's your gun license, which I've already processed for you. But you haven't received any gun safety training yet, so you must complete the training before you can buy a gun. Do you understand?"

"There's one more thing. This is the identification of an FBI non-staff member. It can save you a lot of trouble. If it doesn't work, then call me. Understand?"

"There's one last thing. I'll be leaving the United States in three hours. Unless it's something really important, don't call me. Remember, you're an adult now, not a child anymore. You should learn to be independent, understand?"

Cao Gui ignored the rambling Sitwell and focused his attention on the three documents in his arms, his eyes shining as he looked at them.

Good heavens! Is this Hydra? I can already feel the warmth of the serpent's den even before I've joined!

Originally, Cao Gui was still worried about the problem of the military knife and flintlock pistol. Although these two items were kept in the [system inventory] and unknown to outsiders, they could not be used openly.

He's still a student, and using those two things would have to be done secretly. Now that he has a gun license and an FBI agent's pass, that problem is solved once and for all.

Although these two documents do not allow Cao Gui to act recklessly and do whatever he wants, he no longer needs to be cautious and timid.

“Okay, I understand, Uncle Gaspar.” Cao Gui put away the three documents.

As the two were talking, Sitwell had already brought Cao Gui to the gate of Midtown High School in New York, but the security guard at the gate stopped them.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen, classes have already started inside, and no one is allowed to disturb the students during this time. Please go back."

Midtown High School is very famous in New York. Unlike other so-called "happy education" schools, it adheres to elite education and has an excellent teaching quality. It is a good school that many New Yorkers aspire to attend. With the original owner's grades, it was not certain that she could get into this school.

But who is Cao Gui? He's a second-generation snake! With a little maneuvering from Sitwell, Cao Gui got in without any trouble.

The school had an excellent learning atmosphere, and influenced by his classmates, the original owner of this body worked hard and maintained a good academic performance.

However, as Sitwell said, the original owner has become complacent recently, and her performance has declined.

“It’s actually quite easy to explain,” Sitwell said, grabbing the left side of his suit jacket lapel and reaching inside with his right hand.

Cao Gui glanced at it briefly, and in that fleeting glimpse, he saw at least five or six different identification documents, including CIA, IUCN, M16, FBI, and FSB, but strangely, there was no IRS.

Sitwell took out his NYPD badge and placed it in front of the security guard: "I am a New York police officer. I needed this student to provide me with some assistance, so it took a little time. Now, in accordance with New York law, I'm sending him back to class."

"Any more questions, sir?"

The security guard checked the ID, then looked at the harmless-looking Cao Gui.

"No problem, officer, you can go in now." The security guard obediently opened the gate and let Cao Gui in.

Cao Gui's lips curled into a smile, and he couldn't help but silently chant "Long live the Hydra" in his heart.

“Cao, study hard and don’t let me down,” Sitwell said.

“I will, Uncle Gaspar,” Cao Gui said. “Be careful and come back safely.”

“I know,” Sitwell said, patting Cao Gui on the shoulder. “Go in.”

Cao Gui nodded, turned and walked into the school. Sitwell watched Cao Gui go in, and finally turned and left as well.

As soon as he entered the school, the bell rang, and during the break, Cao Gui walked to his seat through the back door of the classroom.

Cao Gui thought he could slip through the cracks and get away with it, but when he looked up, he saw the teacher on the podium staring at him with dead fish eyes. He couldn't help but smile awkwardly and bow to the teacher on the podium.

The teacher waved his hand, telling Cao Gui to sit down. "Considering you're so polite, I'll let you off the hook for now. We'll settle the score for skipping two classes later."

The school bell rang, and the students sat up straight, waiting for the teacher to begin the lesson.

"Alright, everyone, let's begin class." The teacher clapped his hands and said, "But before we start, I have something to announce: we have a new student."

As they were talking, a blonde girl walked in; she was pretty and had a sweet face.

Cao Gui raised an eyebrow; he looked familiar!

"Hello, I'm Gwen Stacy, and I'm happy to be learning with you all."

On the podium, the blonde girl spoke softly, her voice clear and melodious, like the gentle tinkling of silver bells, soothing and delightful.

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Chapter 3 "Protecting the Borders and Safeguarding the People" Mission Module

"On July 17, 1898, under the offensive of the great American General William Schaffer, Santiago, under brutal Spanish colonial rule, was finally liberated, ushering in a free and democratic America..."

On the podium, the history teacher passionately recounted history, while Cao Gui listlessly twirled his pen.

Miss Gwen's seat was far away from him. After introducing herself, she sat down and started class. There was no heart-fluttering eye contact between them, nor any accidental collision.

In fact, Miss Gwen didn't even glance at Cao Gui.

So, Cao Gui was skipping class at this moment, but it wasn't that he was deliberately skipping class; it was just that it was a history class.

Cao Gui didn't know what to learn: to talk nonsense, distort the facts, or to lie through one's teeth?

Moreover, Cao Gui really didn't know what was so interesting about studying two or three hundred years of history.

If you remove the swindling, cheating, theft, and all the disgraceful things like eating, drinking, gambling, and smoking, American history would only be a few thin pages long, even thicker than Cao Guijia's cookbook.

What's so interesting about learning this?

So, I'm going to skip this!

Cao Gui silently opened the system panel and saw the glaring [Dao Power Value: 5] on it, which made him speechless.

If I remember correctly, Spandam's Dao power value is 9. What sins did I commit to be transmigrated into a body that is even worse than Spandam, a universally acknowledged waste?

After a moment, Cao Gui came back to his senses from the memories of the original body. He had roughly found the reason, but he didn't know where to start. After all, the original body was gone, and he still had to save face for him.

Hmm... It's related to the pile of tissues by the bedside. [The original owner] has recently become obsessed with the girls of San Fernando Valley. The greatest pleasure of her day is watching the girls and older women of San Fernando Valley fight with others on the screen.

Over time, memory and physical fitness decline, naturally leading to a drop in academic performance and a weakening of Dao power.

So over time, memory and physical... cough cough, so, the entire force was reduced to ashes!

Cao Gui rubbed his slightly weak kidneys and suddenly felt that the title of general seemed to be a height that was unattainable.

Ring ring~

The bell rang, and a boring history class passed by as Cao Gui slacked off. The next class was physical education.

In the United States, so-called elite education is roughly equivalent to exam-oriented education in China, where students study as hard as they can, even to the point of exhaustion.

The role of physical education classes is more of a spice to the heavy academic life, mainly for relaxation and entertainment.

Of course, the students at Midtown High School all come from well-off families, and everyone is strictly disciplined by their families from a young age. As a result, they all have their own sports that they are good at, and as soon as the class bell rings, everyone starts playing.

There were people playing basketball, people playing rugby, and several people playing baseball.

Cao Gui didn't play ball with anyone; instead, he went to the track and field alone and started running.

This body has loose muscles, weak blood and qi, and extremely poor core strength. Even if it weren't for the navy, it would be unqualified even as an ordinary person.

Therefore, Cao Gui could only start training from the most basic methods, first improving his physical fitness, and then finding ways to enhance his combat effectiveness.