A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

The amount of canned food consumed daily in this country is astonishing; canned food, which is considered a condiment in China, is a staple food here.

Therefore, convenience stores are filled with canned goods and ready-to-eat meals, and the ready-to-eat meals are even less palatable than military supplies that focus solely on calories and nutrition.

Cao Gui and Sitwell walked into the convenience store side by side and began to choose what they wanted to eat. As a Chinese, Cao Gui had an inexplicable aversion to canned food and fast food, and would basically not eat them unless absolutely necessary.

The waitress nodded politely to them. Their well-dressed and neat appearance certainly made a good impression. Of course, the most important factor was Cao Gui's good looks.

However, just as Cao Gui was selecting items, the sound of a gun being pulled back rang out from the entrance.

"Hands up! Open the register and hand over the money!"

"Stop trying anything funny! Put your hands up!"

Immediately afterward, two loud shouts rang out. Cao Gui turned his head slightly and looked towards the doorway, where he saw two somewhat slovenly-dressed white men with stubble on their faces. One was slightly older, and the other was slightly younger. They were pointing shotguns at the waitress.

Tell me, who else is here besides you?

"Whose car is that outside? Tell me now!"

Cao Gui's lips twitched. As expected of the simple and honest people of the Great West, he had already broadened his horizons in just one day.

“Hello, that car is actually mine,” Sitwell said with a smile, standing in another corner.

"Damn it, there really are others!" The young man turned his gun and pointed it at Sitwell, shouting, "Throw me your car keys!"

The other man ignored this, his gun firmly fixed on the waitress. They were both from the Great West, and they knew this very well.

Here, everyone is equal. Even a girl can take a gun and kill them all, and even kill more efficiently than they can.

Sitwell shrugged and obediently tossed the keys over. Cao Gui crossed his arms and watched them without making a move. They were just two petty thieves; he could just kill them in a bit.

"Thank you so much for your cooperation, even though you're from out of town," the young man said, before turning back to continue his zero-dollar purchase business.

But Sitwell, who was gripping the pistol handle with two fingers, suddenly spoke up: "Gentlemen, I have another gun here. Would you like to have it with you?"

"Oh, shit!" The two were startled, even ignoring the waiter: "Damn it, throw the gun over here right now."

“Uh… this gun is an M1911. It might accidentally discharge if it falls from a height,” Sitwell said hesitantly.

"If you'd like, may I walk over and hand it to you, or would you like to come over?"

The two robbers exchanged a glance, and the older one stepped to the side, his gun barrel darting between Sitwell and the waitress, subtly locking onto the two men.

The young man walked towards Sitwell with a shotgun in hand, the muzzle locked on Sitwell's chest. The slightest movement would trigger a shotgun blast; no one could withstand that shot.

However, just as he approached, Sitwell suddenly flicked his wrist, separating the M1911 slide from the gun body, and then with a sudden swing, the slide shot out like a sharp blade.

Pfft!

The robber next to the cashier had a sling inserted into his neck.

At the same moment he threw out the sleeve, Sitwell shifted from stillness to movement, lunging forward and punching the remaining robber in the abdomen.

"Ugh..."

The robber immediately bent over, spitting out bile, unable to hold his gun properly, and could only lie there panting. Sitwell's punch was undeniably powerful.

Cao Gui looked surprised, but quickly composed himself. Sitwell was a level seven agent, and his combat prowess among ordinary people was unquestionable. If he couldn't handle these two petty thieves, he might as well give up.

"Thank you." The waitress expressed her gratitude upon seeing this, and at the same time put away the short-barreled shotgun she was holding under the counter: "I'm sorry, you've probably never seen such a random robbery before, have you?"

“Madam, we are from New York.” Cao Gui smiled slightly.

"..."

The waitress fell silent. People from big cities are indeed worldly-wise. Compared to the psychopathic killers, cannibals, and robbers of the Great West, the monsters in New York seem more terrifying.

Cao and Gui didn't chat much, quickly paid the bill and left, but not long after they left, a gunshot rang out from the direction of the gas station behind them.

The people living here are not kind-hearted men or women.

"That move was really cool," Cao Gui said with a smile inside the Mercedes.

"Not bad, I'm still one of the top fighters in S.H.I.E.L.D." Sitwell smiled modestly.

"Huh? Is S.H.I.E.L.D.'s combat power really that weak?" Cao Gui asked in surprise.

Sitwell's smile vanished instantly. If I could beat you, I would have shown you what the iron fist of fatherly love is all about.

Sitwell suddenly felt a pang of regret; why hadn't he given the kid a good beating when he was younger?

"Damn it, I'm strong too, okay!" Sitwell said seriously, "I'm a modified superhuman. Ordinary combatants are no match for me. Even Hawkeye can't beat me."

"Oh, right." Cao Gui suddenly realized that Sitwell had been modified when he was in the vampire's lair and he had almost forgotten about it.

During their conversation, the phone suddenly rang, and Sitwell picked it up:

"Sir, we are in position, and Agent Patton has arrived with his men."

“I will arrive in an hour!” Sitwell said in a deep voice.

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Chapter 271 Thor's Hammer, Myrne

As night fell, lights flashed by, followed by the roar of an engine, and the black Mercedes-Benz sped along the desert highway several times.

Cao Gui lay on the back seat of the car, chatting with Gwen and Beth on his phone. He missed them a little after not seeing them for a few hours.

ding dong~

Inside the car, Sitwell's phone screen lit up, and a photo was sent to him.

"What is this?" Sitwell glanced at it and couldn't help but let out a soft exclamation. The photo was sent to him by his subordinate. It showed a circular crater, similar to a meteorite crater, with a silver-white hammer in the center.

Immediately afterwards, a message came in: the strange thing about this hammer was that it was completely immovable. S.H.I.E.L.D., who had already reached their destination, had tried everything they could, but they couldn't move it an inch, not even with the most powerful crane.

"Cao, take a look, do you recognize this?" Sitwell said as he drove, handing over his phone.

"What now... Huh?" Cao Gui was a little annoyed at being interrupted, but the moment he saw the screen, his expression turned serious.

Thor's hammer?

Cao Gui was greatly surprised. When did this thing come down? He hadn't even noticed... Oh, right, it must have been during the ghost disturbance the day before yesterday.

This is a bit troublesome!

Cao Gui's heart sank, and he suddenly had an urge to turn around and leave. He was not interested in the gods of Asgard, nor was he interested in the struggle for the throne between the second prince and the third princess.

However... the Destroyer Armor seems pretty appealing. I wonder how many merit points it can be exchanged for. Thor's Hammer is also good; it should be able to be exchanged for merit points as well.

For a moment, Cao Gui was inexplicably conflicted. The risk of this journey was not low, but the foreseeable gains seemed to be quite substantial as well.

"You know about this?"

Seeing Cao Gui's fluctuating expression, Sitwell quickly asked.

"I know him..." Cao Gui hesitated for a moment, but nodded nonetheless. He secretly resolved to take this trip. Fortune favors the bold, and if he was careful, he should be safe from any danger.

“Tell me about it,” Sitwell said. S.H.I.E.L.D. usually locks such unknown and strange objects in their own vaults to prevent bad guys from using them for malicious purposes.

Do you know Norse mythology?

“Of course I know, it’s one of the six major mythologies in the world.” Sitwell frowned slightly, not understanding why Cao Gui would suddenly bring this up.

Do you know Thor from Norse mythology?

"Thor?" Sitwell was increasingly confused; how did they suddenly start talking about mythology when they were having a perfectly good conversation?

"That thing in the photo is the artifact in Thor's hands, Myrneel," Cao Gui said calmly.

Squeak—!

The Mercedes-Benz braked suddenly, leaving long skid marks on the asphalt road.

"Are you kidding me?" Sitwell looked incredulous. It was just a hammer, yet it was connected to the Norse god of thunder?

"This world has ghosts and underworld police stations, even hell and heaven, so what's so strange about Norse mythology?" Cao Gui said quietly, resting his chin on his hand.

"Perhaps somewhere in the world, there is an Olympus and the twelve Olympians that you don't know about."

"..."

Sitwell was silent for a moment. What he said made sense, but I still found it hard to believe.

"Then... how did this thing appear on Earth?" Sitwell felt his throat go dry; this world was becoming more and more dangerous.

As one of Hydra's middle and upper echelons, he was certainly aware of Red Skull's past pursuit of artifacts from Norse mythology to satisfy his own ambitions.

Although the Cosmic Cube was found, Sitwell believed it was nothing more than an energy source with special energy, essentially no different from an oil field, except that humanity had not yet found the technology to develop it.

But Cao Gui's words forced him to believe that such mythical figures still existed in this world.

"Who knows where this thing came from?" Cao Gui pondered for a moment, then smiled slightly and said without revealing the original plot:

"Perhaps for some reason, Odin, the king of the gods, dropped it? Just like Odin dropped the Tesseract back then."

"You also know about the Tesseract?" Sitwell's eyes widened. Only S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra had ever dealt with this thing. Cao Gui... how did he know about it?

Cao Gui shrugged and said nonchalantly, "I have my own sources of intelligence."

Sitwell: "..."

It seems this intelligence cannot be reported online; I can only keep it for myself.

……

An hour later, Cao Gui and his companion arrived at their destination, which had already been surrounded by S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel who were working through the night to build a research base. Large quantities of steel bars, steel frames, and plastic sheets filled the entire area.

"Commander Sitwell!" A man of medium build, but very strong, ran out of the RV.

Cao Gui narrowed his eyes. Hawkeye Clinton, one of the key combatants of S.H.I.E.L.D., was probably the one Cao Gui met in Paris last time.

This guy's fighting ability was only average, but he was really fast at escaping. At that time, Cao Gui only knew a few moves, but his physical fitness was far superior to that of ordinary people. Even so, he still managed to escape.

"Agent Barton, has the technical department made any discoveries?" Sitwell immediately switched to work mode and asked for details.

“This thing seems to emit quite strong electromagnetic waves.” Barton pondered for a moment, then said, “Ordinary electronic devices would malfunction if they got close to it, but of course, our device doesn’t have that problem.”

"But the most peculiar thing about this thing is its weight. We brought in a crane with a lifting capacity of 100 tons, but we still couldn't lift it. The weight of this thing is unimaginable."

Sitwell nodded, but his heart was filled with excitement. On the way here, Cao Gui had explained this to him. The initial material of Mjolnir was actually the core of a star. Not to mention a crane, even the entire Earth might not be as heavy as this thing.

“Oh, right, sir,” Clinton suddenly said, “when this thing landed the day before yesterday, someone witnessed it. According to headquarters, it was these three people.”

Clinton handed over a tablet with a photo of two women and one man on it.