A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

Before the thought had even subsided, there was a loud crash, and not far away, the young couple, the girl with the ramen-noodle hair named Luo Bin, had turned into a pile of minced meat, with various bones and organs scattered all over the ground.

"I can't stop... Damn it, I can't stop!"

The short-haired black man waved his hands repeatedly, carrying a small orange-red bag. He was covered in bits of flesh and blood, then turned around and burst into action again, disappearing at the end of the road.

The whole process was very short, but the person didn't even say a word of apology.

"Luo Bin..."

The white youth, Hughie, slowly lowered his head, still holding his girlfriend's hand in his, her severed hand still twitching slightly.

"Luo Bin?"

"Luo Bin!"

"what--!"

The white youth, Hughie, screamed in despair. Cao Gui's face gradually darkened. "Damn it, what was wrong with that black guy just now?"

Police officers in the distance spotted the scene, immediately pressed their walkie-talkies to call for backup, and began handling the aftermath.

Cao Gui left with a gloomy expression. He seemed to vaguely remember what had just happened; it must have been a scene from an American TV series… I think it was called The Boys.

He wasn't quite sure of the specifics, but his good friend was watching the show at the time and invited Cao Gui to join him.

Because his friend was usually quite irresponsible, Cao Gui foolishly agreed, thinking it was some good show he wanted to watch, and ordered takeout to watch while eating.

As a result... he couldn't even eat.

At his friend's repeated invitation, Cao Gui endured his nausea and barely managed to watch, but he couldn't bear to watch Xingguang eating seafood anymore.

"Damn it... what kind of world is this? I really regret not finishing it back then..."

Cao Gui scratched his head, his eyes turning sinister, and his anger inexplicably swelled up. He suddenly felt an urge to kill that damned black man from before.

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Chapter 324 Killing someone is like destroying their spirit!

Inside an apartment in Brooklyn.

Cao Gui held a bottle of Fat Boy Happy Water, drinking it while staring at the computer screen.

"I extend my deepest condolences to Ms. Robin's family. I was chasing a bank robber when she happened to be in the middle of the road..."

On the screen, the short-haired black man in the blue bodysuit looked sorrowful and spoke in a heavy tone.

This person's information is not hard to find. His name is Locomotive, but his exact name is unknown. Everyone just calls him Locomotive.

In every convenience store, you can see the beer, energy drinks, and health cereals he endorses. Even any magazine has a report about him. Even the Fat Boy Happy Water in Cao Gui's hand has a picture of this locomotive printed on it.

This person is not an unknown; on the contrary, he is a household name and a super celebrity whose fame has spread throughout the world.

Cao Gui frowned, recalling the scene he had witnessed that morning. The man seemed extremely excited, constantly saying, "I can't stop."

What's even stranger is that the shoulder bag he was carrying was clearly unnecessary for someone of his status. He could have had his assistant carry it and deliver it to him later, just like those young male celebrities.

Carrying an ugly shoulder bag is not only inconvenient, but also detrimental to one's image. If fans see it, it will definitely lead to a loss of followers.

But the locomotive not only did that, it ran with great enthusiasm, as if it had taken stimulants.

In summary, several questions arise: Where is he going? What is in his bag?

Cao Gui easily found out the identity of this celebrity online. He was signed with Vought International and served as the speedster of the Seven Superheroes. He was similar to other entertainment company stars, having mastered both martial arts and literary skills and working for a large corporation.

The only difference is that these so-called superheroes, while shouting about justice, are actually thinking about business.

Cao Gui found a lot of news about their illegal law enforcement, excessive law enforcement, and even indiscriminate killing of innocent people, but these news reports were all labeled as fabricated by third-rate garbage media. A lot of people condemned these people for fabricating news and slandering the superheroes they admired.

Cao Gui couldn't tell which was true and which was false; both sides stuck to their own versions of events and presented their own reasoning.

However, Cao Gui came to two conclusions: First, these things were definitely not good, otherwise the Walter Group would not have needed to cover them up.

Secondly, Vought is the mastermind behind it all. They are the bosses behind these so-called superheroes, and the Seven are just pawns in their game.

It's obvious that these people are the openly displayed merits and points, and they are using various commercials and films to tell Cao Gui:

I'm the target, come and farm me!

Faced with such temptation, Cao Gui couldn't possibly give up, but...

"Simply killing them is too easy on them; we also need to... destroy their spirit!"

Cao Gui's eyes gleamed as a series of interesting ideas formed in his mind, his gaze sweeping over the poster of the Seven Superheroes:

"In that case, let's start with this locomotive!"

With a snap, several finger holes appeared on the can of soda in the locomotive-shaped packaging in my hand, one of which went right through the black head of the locomotive.

……

Brooklyn, an old apartment building, dilapidated and in disrepair, with architecture dating back to the 1950s and 60s.

The afternoon sun shone on it, making the already yellowish wall tiles appear even more yellow, which was quite unpleasant.

Inside a room, Hughie, the white young man Cao Gui had met before, sat in his living room. Opposite him sat a man in a suit and tie.

His attire was quite out of place in his environment.

“Mr. Hugh Campbell,” the man in the suit said in a deep voice.

“On behalf of Water Enterprises, I extend my condolences to you on the passing of Ms. Robin. Everyone in our company is saddened by this.”

"Although you are not officially married, we at Walter are a responsible and great company, and we will continue to do what we are supposed to do."

As he spoke, the man in the suit placed an agreement and a check in front of Hughie: "This is our compensation of forty-five thousand dollars. Please accept it."

"But as a reciprocal request, I hope you can sign this agreement."

Hughie's face darkened. This was the first time he'd ever heard of an accident compensation agreement requiring a formal contract... and a confidentiality agreement at that!?

"Does signing this confidentiality agreement mean I have to keep quiet about this from now on and pretend nothing happened?"

Hughie's jaw muscles bulged, his face flushed with anger, and he asked, clearly displeased.

"Regarding that... that's true." The man in the suit shrugged. "It's just a very simple confidentiality agreement, simple and ordinary, there's no need to make a fuss about it."

"Get out!" Hughie yelled.

"Fine, then." The man in the suit ignored his cold words, pocketed the check, but left behind an agreement and a business card.

“We can contact you anytime, if you wish, but I must tell you that it’s best to finish this within three days.”

After saying that, he picked up his briefcase, patted Hughie on the shoulder, and then casually left.

He looked relaxed, showing no trace of the sadness or distress he had just experienced.

Downstairs at the apartment building, the man in the suit got into his car and drove away.

"Sir, the other party has not agreed to our request," the man in the suit said while driving, his Bluetooth headset still in use.

"That's a real pity, it will take some effort."

“Yes.” The man in the suit rubbed his temples. “I really hate young people who haven’t experienced the harsh realities of society. They don’t know how to be obedient or how to make things easy for others.”

“If it were a middle-aged man, he certainly wouldn’t dare refuse. Sir, could you please not assign me this kind of work in the future? It’s too tiring… Oh, shit!”

"What? You..."

Click!

With a sharp crack, the man in the suit's phone shattered instantly, their conversation abruptly ending as an HK P30 was pressed against the back of his head.

In the dimly lit back seat of the car, a faint light shone in, and the man in the suit saw an Asian man with an indifferent expression.

"Get off the bus, we've arrived."

"You son of a bitch, who are you...?"

With a bang, Cao Gui kicked him away, sending him crashing through the car door and falling out.

"You piece of trash, how dare you hit me?" The bruised and swollen man in the suit was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he was extremely arrogant and pointed at Cao Gui's nose, cursing loudly:

"Do you know who I am? I'm an employee of Vought International. Our company has hundreds, even thousands, of superheroes in management. Even the Department of Defense wouldn't dare treat us like this!"

“Tell me some information about the locomotive, and I might consider letting you go,” Cao Gui said calmly, ignoring the hand pointing at his nose and sitting on the hood of the locomotive.

"You piece of shit, who do you think you are?" The man in the suit showed no fear as he faced Cao Gui's gun, shouting fiercely.

"Do you dare kill me? Let me tell you, I have a tracking chip on me. The people at Vought headquarters know my whereabouts. If I die, they will lock down this area immediately, and then you won't be able to escape."

"It seems Walter has given you a lot of confidence." Cao Gui gently snapped off the hammer, his expression remaining as indifferent as ever.

"Hahaha, you have no idea how powerful Vought Corporation is, you yellow-skinned bastard..."

boom!

The man in the suit suddenly had a flash of inspiration. A small bullet hole appeared on his forehead, but a fist-sized hole had already been made on the back of his head.

"Noisy!"

Bang bang bang!

Several more shots were fired, hitting him in the chest.

After all, people have such wild imaginations, so wouldn't it be good to be a little more cunning?

Cao Gui turned around, got into the car, and took out his briefcase. Inside were only two documents: a confidentiality agreement and the Transparent Man's schedule.

"Tsk... I was looking for the locomotive..." Cao Gui patted the document, feeling a bit of a toothache, but he figured he could probably gather some information about the locomotive through the transparent man's mouth.

"Alright, then it'll be you."

---Aside---

Posting this early today! (*^_^*)

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Chapter 325 The Secret Nest?

night!

Two vans are parked near a residence in Yonkers, north of Manhattan Island.