A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

"Shall we take a break and continue later?" Cao Gui chuckled and suggested.

"No, I don't want to fight with you." Gwen blushed. She knew that if the test continued, they would definitely end up in bed together again. This jerk liked that. He was so naughty.

"Okay..." Cao Gui smacked his lips, somewhat unsatisfied. After all, who could resist a Spider-Woman wearing a bat armor? ...Cao Gui, for one, couldn't.

Thinking this, Cao Gui touched the piece of armor that had fallen beside him. Gwen's armor had an artificial intelligence core built into the helmet to calculate data during combat, as well as thrusters on the feet...

These things all require energy, and Gwen's solution is to attach several batteries to the armor.

This is a new energy battery developed by Osborne. The battery life and power generation are quite good, but it is still a battery and needs to be replaced.

"Gwen, should we switch to a different energy source?" Cao Gui touched the several palm-sized new batteries and thought of Tony Stark; her reactor was quite good.

"Change to what?" Gwen rested her head on Cao Gui's shoulder, not even lifting her eyelids; she wasn't particularly interested in these things right now.

"Change it to the kind of reactor Tony Stark uses."

"Hmm?" Gwen became interested upon hearing this, but quickly lay back down: "How could she possibly sell the reactor to me?"

"Who asked her to sell herself?" Cao Gui said emphatically, "Why not just rob her?"

Gwen: "..."

My husband is so domineering, but I like it.

“Hmm… if we can get it, exchanging it is acceptable.” Gwen considered for a moment and nodded.

"Alright, I'll make a trip to Stark sometime and get you a reactor, hehehe..." Cao Gui chuckled mischievously. Sometimes, tormenting Tony Stark was quite fun.

"Okay, let me optimize the armor first. Right now, we need to finish the testing. Let me get up first..."

As she spoke, Gwen squinted her eyes and fell asleep, her head resting on Cao Gui's pillow.

evening.

Gwen woke up in a daze to find herself asleep in bed, while Cao Gui was next to her, holding a laptop and seemingly searching for something.

"Hmm... what are you doing, darling?"

Cao Gui didn't even look up and said, "Didn't you say you wanted to test the combat power of the armor? I've found you a few opponents. I'll take you there in a bit."

"Who is it?" Gwen tilted her head, but she was too lazy to even lift her neck and saw nothing.

"A bald, fat guy...you'll find out soon enough."

……

a few hours later

Cao Gui changed into his V-shaped outfit, and Gwen, wearing her new armor, flew towards Queens.

Cao Gui's original plan was to go to Hell's Kitchen, but Gwen suddenly had a whim and wanted to test Pajama Baby's fighting power, so she dragged Cao Gui to Queens.

In a seventh-floor apartment building in southwest Queens, Peter Parker tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, still thinking about what had happened at Duffy Square.

He went to Osborne a couple of days ago to confirm that the man was indeed Max, his friend, who had taught him a lot over the past few months.

But in the past few days, Peter has been unable to find any news about Max.

"Damn it, where did Max go?!" Peter scratched his head anxiously, yelling in frustration.

Just then, with a crash, the glass in the room shattered instantly, and a small stone flew in, with a piece of paper tied to it.

Peter frowned, turned his head to look, but only saw a dark shadow flash by.

Filled with suspicion, he glanced at the note and his expression changed drastically.

“Peter Parker, Spider-Man, your red and blue pajamas are very nice, you have great taste.”

"Damn it, they called my combat suit pajamas!" Peter Parker roared, angrily putting on the combat suit and rushing out.

On a rooftop outside the window, only one person dressed in full black armor stood silently.

“Peter Parker? Spider-Man? Not bad…” Gwen chuckled, but the voice that came out was that of a deep middle-aged man, coupled with his face that consisted only of eyes and vents.

Peter Parker suddenly felt immense pressure, his hair stood on end, and his heart was in his throat. This might be a supervillain, the kind who kills without blinking an eye.

“You seem very nervous…” Gwen chuckled.

opportunity!

Peter Parker's eyes lit up, and his right hand shot out like a snake. With a squeak, white spider silk shot out and struck Gwen's right leg.

“Heh…” Gwen chuckled. She was all too familiar with this fighting style. Moreover, the moment the pajama baby started to move, Gwen had already anticipated his movements. Not only Gwen, but Alice had also anticipated it.

Gwen stepped forward instead of retreating, and the spider silk grazed her body without having any effect.

But Gwen was different; she struck first, her metal fist slamming into Parker's face with a loud thud.

"Ow..."

Peter Parker let out a wail, covered his face, and squatted down, completely forgetting that he was still in a fight.

Gwen raised her foot and kicked him in the shoulder, sending him flying.

Gwen frowned. This kid truly lived up to the nickname Cao gave him, "Pajama Baby." He was practically a child, actually crouching down during the battle, completely disregarding the enemy.

That means she didn't intend to kill him, otherwise this kid would already be dead.

“You…” Peter staggered to his feet from the other side of the rooftop. He had already lost the first round of the fight.

Gwen shook her head as she looked at him, all her previous interest gone. This kid was even weaker than she had thought; she had lost even the will to bully him.

“Darling…cough cough, let’s go, I’m not interested anymore, this guy is even worse than a rookie.” Gwen shouted into the darkness, pushed off with her feet, activated the thrusters, and soared into the sky.

Cao Gui looked at Peter with pity. He had done quite well in the battle at Dufy Square. Why did he mess up so badly this time?

Glancing at the messy bed, I wondered if this kid was going to do something he shouldn't.

"Damn it..." Peter squatted on the rooftop, his expression full of resentment, but he could only watch helplessly as Gwen left; those two blows were not light.

"Honey, where are we going?" Gwen asked over the headset channel. She had forgotten to switch headsets during the conversation and almost gave herself away.

“Hell’s Kitchen?” Cao Gui shrugged and said.

"Yeah."

"You said before that he was a fat man?" Gwen said excitedly.

"Don't underestimate him. Although he's fat, it's all muscle, and he's very strong in combat."

Half an hour later.

Hell's Kitchen, bordered by 59th and 34th Streets to the north and south, Eighth Avenue to the east, and the Hudson River to the west, is a place synonymous with chaos, murder, and filth.

On the 36th floor of a building in the southeast, a bald, fat man with a cigar in his mouth was deftly organizing documents, his skill level no less than that of a professional secretary.

His name is Kingpin, the king of New York's underworld, whose name is known to everyone in both the legitimate and criminal worlds.

However, at that moment, a knocking sound came from the floor-to-ceiling glass window directly opposite the desk. Kingpin's expression changed slightly, and he gripped the cane beside him.

But when he looked up, his big face twitched, and he helplessly put down his cane.

Outside the glass window floats a person dressed in black robes with a white smiling mask. This person is famous in New York and once defeated the monster Abomination all by himself.

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Chapter 305 Kingpin's Strength

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My fingers tapped lightly on the glass curtain wall outside.

Suddenly, with a few cracking sounds, cracks appeared on the glass curtain wall outside.

Kingpin's face twitched slightly. Breaking a glass wall was something he could do too—a single punch. But the problem was, this was high-strength tempered glass, 8 millimeters thick. Just two taps and it would crack...

Kingpin broke out in a cold sweat on his large bald head. For some reason, he suddenly felt the urge to write a will.

Bang!

With a soft thud, the entire pane of glass shattered. Outside the window, two figures drifted in leisurely, both dressed in black robes, the only difference being their masks.

Kingpin stood up, holding his cane, and bowed respectfully, saying, "Your Excellency, how can I help you?"

He couldn't be disrespectful. The other party had already demonstrated his flying ability. He couldn't fight back or run away. Besides, the other party even knew the location of his office. Did they think they would overlook his home address?

At this moment, this underground king of New York City showed no arrogance, only boundless respect.

Cao Gui was speechless upon seeing this; this guy was too sensible.

Cao Gui had expected that Kingpin, who had been confronted, would be furious and immediately start a fight, but he hadn't expected him to act this way.

"Your Excellency?" Kingpin's Adam's apple bobbed as he involuntarily spoke, having received no reply.

“It’s simple, kill him.” Cao Gui pointed to Gwen beside him and said calmly, “If you can kill him, I’ll leave. If you can’t, then be prepared to be killed by him…”

Upon hearing this, Kingpin broke out in a cold sweat. He wasn't stupid; he could tell what the relationship between the two was like. If he really killed the man in the black mask... that would truly be his death sentence.

Caught between a rock and a hard place!

However, Cao Gui didn't care about his thoughts. He lightly stepped back and said, "Let's begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Kingpin's pupils suddenly contracted, and a huge iron fist wrapped in black metal suddenly magnified in his vision.

Bang!

The over 300-pound fat man was instantly sent flying backward, crashing through the large, luxurious desk with a loud bang, and then embedded in the wall.

"Cough cough cough..." Kingpin, who was hanging like a mural, clattered a few times, his cheekbones turning red, but that was all.

"Honey, he's a superhuman too?" Gwen exclaimed in shock.

She once lifted a car with one hand, but a full-force punch combined with the speed boost from the propeller only caused this minor injury.

“No,” Cao Gui laughed. “His body is all muscle from high-intensity training, not fat. You could say he’s the pinnacle of normal human strength.”

Captain America doesn't count; he's a product of drugs, though his achievements are undeniable. But Kingpin is the result of his own hard work and training.

"Understood." Upon hearing this, Gwen's voice turned serious, and she put away the slight disdain she had just shown.

On the other side of the wall, Jin pulled himself out. This battle was unavoidable; they had no choice but to fight.

"Drink!"

Kingpin roared and stomped his thick right leg, instantly transforming from stillness to motion, unleashing a speed that was extremely disproportionate to his size.