A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

"Are they from the Underworld Police Department... the Judgment Bureau?" Cao Gui asked, pointing to the two ghosts chasing the dead below.

“Yes.” Sitwell nodded: “Don’t be fooled by their appearance. These people used to be elite police officers. They were recruited into the Underworld Police Department after they died in order to hide their identities.”

Cao Gui tilted his head. He should have seen this plot before, but it had been a long time and he couldn't remember it.

Should we step in to help them?

“Yes, we need to,” Sitwell said in a deep voice.

"According to the rules, the people at .pd should handle this matter at night. In this situation, not only were passersby seen, but even the media showed up!"

Sitwell pointed to the helicopter hovering in the sky, its cabin filled with cameras and microphones. The dedication of these media outlets was truly admirable; they were always eager to get involved in anything.

“Uh…it’s not just the media’s long guns and short cannons.” Cao Gui pointed to the street in the distance, where several armored vehicles painted with NYPD livery were speeding towards them.

“Let’s go, let’s go.” Sitwell tossed Cao Gui a seven-round magazine.

Upon closer inspection, Cao Gui discovered that it was a bullet emitting a blue-white light, which looked similar in color to the light emanating from Tony's reactor.

As the two were talking, the fat-looking dead man kicked off with both feet and jumped onto the glass exterior wall of a building, running on the glass wall as if it were flat ground, completely disregarding the law of universal gravitation.

They didn't take Newton seriously at all.

"Oh, shit!" the blonde, wavy-haired man exclaimed, raising his hairdryer and swinging it around. A steel hook shot out swiftly, embedding itself in the fat, dead man's buttocks.

"Oh, damn it!" the fat ghost yelled, grabbed the steel cable behind the steel hook and pulled hard, directly dragging the blond uncle up.

Under everyone's stunned gaze, a huge fat man who looked to weigh over 500 pounds was running on the vertical glass wall, with a blonde woman hanging behind him.

Really, right behind him!

"Oh, damn it, come help me!" the blonde woman screamed, repeatedly slamming her head against the hard glass wall, looking utterly miserable.

"I'm here!" Behind them, the Asian old man, holding a banana, nimbly dodged and weaved, chasing after the fat man and the blonde woman, even getting hit by a car two or three times in the process.

"Hahaha, you two stinking cops, I'll take you down right now!" the fat guy yelled, his thick, short legs moving quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he jumped onto the rooftop of the building.

however……

Click!

Two pistols were pressed against his forehead.

"Oh, damn it, this is really bad." The fat ghost looked dazed.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, sorry, you're under arrest!" Cao Gui grinned and waved the badge in his hand.

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Chapter 265 The Museum That Comes to Life?

Bang!

Cao Gui suddenly raised his foot and slapped the fat man's belly, which was so fat that you couldn't see his toes.

With a loud crash, the fat man slammed into the signal tower on the rooftop, groaning and unable to get up for a long time.

"Damn it, are the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. this strong too?"

The fat guy was clutching the box in his hands, but he didn't dare to make any other moves in front of the two pistols. He could tell that the bullets in these pistols were the same as those used in .pd, and could easily kill him.

Sitwell looked at him with suspicion; this fat man seemed to value this box quite a bit.

"Cao, take a look at what's in the box!"

Cao Gui raised an eyebrow, forcibly snatched the box from the fat man's hand, opened it, and found that it contained some gold, which was pitted and irregularly shaped.

"It seems... nothing special?" Cao Gui pinched the gold and said doubtfully.

On the other side, the blonde beauty and the Asian old man quickly caught up and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the fat dead man being controlled by Cao Gui and Sitwell.

"Thank God, we finally caught it." The blonde woman breathed a sigh of relief, panting heavily.

“Dude, we’re not God.” Cao Gui grinned and said with a smile, showing no liking for the blonde beauty in front of him.

According to Sitwell, who knows if this woman's appearance might be that of a burly man picking his toes?

"I know, guys, thank you so much, you two from S.H.I.E.L.D." The blonde woman ran over, shook Cao Gui and Sitwell's hands, and said gratefully. They had been terribly wronged by this bastard.

"What is this?" Cao Gui handed over the gold. He couldn't figure out what it was, but perhaps these two .pds knew something.

The blonde beauty bent down slightly, carefully examining the gold in Cao Gui's hand. After a moment, she slowly shook her head: "It looks like simple gold, nothing special."

“Huh? This thing isn’t mine…” the Asian old man said, but his words quickly turned into meaningless syllables.

“It seems he said something we shouldn’t have heard.” Sitwell shrugged; under the protective influence of the cosmic will, they were unlikely to hear the rest of his words.

“Uh… he’s saying he’s had this before,” the blonde woman said.

"before?"

"Yes, before that."

"Oh, I see, before you die, right?" Cao Gui nodded, roughly understanding what he meant.

"Uh...buddy, this is stolen goods, can we take it?" the Asian old man asked. Although they hadn't arrested the dead man, the Asian old man, acting on police principles, wanted to take the item back.

Cao Gui looked at Sitwell and handed over the decision to him. Now, his identity was that of an agent under Sitwell.

After meeting yesterday, Cao Gui asked Sitwell for the identity of a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. With this identity, Cao Gui could not only openly access the S.H.I.E.L.D. database, but also participate in supernatural events to a certain extent.

It can be said that although S.H.I.E.L.D. is a small agency, its identity is still quite useful.

“Sure,” Sitwell said, gesturing with his chin.

"Okay, thank you both, buddies." The Asian old man picked up the gold and, together with the blonde woman, carried the dead man back.

After watching the two leave, Cao Gui briefly checked his system panel. Just like last time, the system determined that his mission this time was to protect the people and the land, and awarded him 10,000 merit points and 5,000 experience points.

"It's all over now, I have to face the trouble." Sitwell's lips twitched. Just thinking about the destruction of the New York branch made him uncomfortable. It was too much trouble. He wondered what kind of nonsense Nick Fury would spout.

"Are you alright?" Cao Gui asked with some concern. If things really got bad, they could just kill that one-eyed black-haired guy. Last time they couldn't find him, they only killed Coulson, and he managed to escape.

“It’s alright.” Sitwell shook his head: “I’m a member of the committee, one of the members who control the flow of S.H.I.E.L.D. funds. He wouldn’t dare to make me a scapegoat.”

"And don't forget I'm still Hydra, I'll have someone protecting me."

Hearing him say that, Cao Gui nodded, glanced at the SHIELD branch in the distance, which was shrouded in smoke and in ruins, and left humming a little tune with satisfaction.

"We ordinary people are truly happy today..."

……

In a New Jersey community, Cao Gui lay shirtless on the bed.

"Hiss hiss hiss, yes, right there... Ah, that feels so good..."

Gwen stepped on Cao Gui's back, her delicate white feet pressing against it, but she was exasperated: "Cao, I'm just giving you a massage, don't make such strange noises."

"Left shoulder, put a little more force... hiss... what sound should I make?" Cao Gui said irritably.

"Just shut up... Ah!" Before Gwen could finish speaking, Cao Gui flipped her over and threw her onto the bed.

"Ah, damn it, let me up!" Gwen's face was slightly red as she struggled. Although she and Cao Gui had done all sorts of things they loved to do, she still couldn't resist.

I used to think that men were just physically strong, but now I realize that it's simply that this guy has great stamina.

"Wait, it's still daytime..." Gwen quickly held up Cao Gui's face as he leaned closer.

"Hmm... what does this have to do with anything?"

"I mean, let's go out and have some fun. It's so boring staying at home all day," Gwen said quickly. These past few days, Cao Gui had been looking for her whenever he had a spare moment, and Gwen was starting to feel overwhelmed.

"Where are we going to play?" Cao Gui rolled his eyes. "It's so dangerous outside, it's all monsters and dead corpses, what's so fun about that?"

“Uh… well…” Gwen’s eyes darted around before finally settling on an advertisement not far away: “How about we go to the museum?”

As he spoke, he took the advertisement over.

"A museum?" Cao Gui looked at the advertisement with some confusion: "A museum on Staten Island?"

The entire New York City is divided into five boroughs: the most bustling Manhattan, Brooklyn (Captain America's hometown), Queens, the Bronx, and Staten Island, which is often forgotten. Cao Gui and Gwen are now in New Jersey, which is no longer part of New York City, but it is closer to Manhattan than Staten Island.

The museum in the advertisement was not famous at all, and it was also a bit remote and old.

“Yes, a museum.” Gwen nodded repeatedly, her face beaming with excitement, and enthusiastically recommended it:

"Cao, I heard that the exhibits in this museum come to life when it's quiet at night."

"Where did you hear these urban legends?" Cao Gui was speechless. The museum had come to life, or rather, aliens had invaded... Huh?

Cao Gui suddenly perked up. This was the Marvel universe; it seemed like nothing was impossible here.

"How about it? Shall we go take a look?" Gwen asked excitedly, strongly recommending it. Actually, she wasn't interested in museums; she just wanted to relax.

"Hmm... going to take a look wouldn't be bad." Cao Gui pondered for a moment. If the things in that museum could really come to life, that would be quite interesting.

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Chapter 266 Damn RIPD

Staten Island, a fairly bustling street.

A small river runs along one side of the street, and between the river and the street is a lush lawn where many children and women play.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of Manhattan, this place feels relatively relaxed and peaceful.

On the other side of the street was a huge building, similar in appearance to those famous museums in New York, but much larger in area. In front of the entrance was a bronze statue that looked like one of the founding fathers of the United States.

In front of the main entrance hangs a huge portrait of an Egyptian pharaoh; it's an advertisement that the museum's featured exhibit is the mummy of King Achamanra of the Fourth Dynasty of Egypt.

Cao Gui looked around and found that there were very few people visiting the museum. There were probably only twenty or thirty people at most. For such a large museum, this number of visitors could only be described as pitiful.

"Is this the museum you were talking about?" Cao Gui looked around, trying desperately to recall the relevant plot, but he couldn't remember any matching scenes in his mind.

“Yes,” Gwen nodded, picking up the guidebook and saying:

"This is a very historic museum with a wide variety of exhibits. Look, besides the remains of Egyptian pharaohs, dinosaur fossils, and various miniature models, there are also many wax figures with terrifying elements, such as zombies, demons, and the most terrifying headless horseman."

"Uh..." Cao Gui scratched his head. What's so interesting about this? It would be better to actually find a haunted house to play in.

However, given Cao Gui and Gwen's reaction speed, haunted houses and the like are completely ineffective against them.

"Come on, let's go inside and take a look." Gwen pulled Cao Gui inside without saying another word.