A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

"Waaaaah—! Waaaaah—!"

The woman with the demonic claws screamed to the sky, her body instantly stiffening and then trembling rapidly, the iron chains clanging against the chair incessantly.

At her feet, a piece of bone spur fell off, leaving only half of the more than 20-centimeter bone spur on her wrist.

The woman bit the cloth ball, the intense pain bringing tears to her eyes again. She was a big star, pampered and spoiled; when had she ever suffered such pain?

"You... fuck your mother!" the train engine roared, his figure blurred, he activated his ability, grabbed a steel bar and stabbed it at Cao Gui.

however……

Whoosh!

The steel bar pierced the black-robed man's chest, but the locomotive driver looked completely bewildered; this didn't seem like murder...

Before the thought had even subsided, a loud "poof" sound rang out, and blood splattered, followed by intense pain in his chest.

"Ouch!" The locomotive collapsed to the ground with a cry of pain.

But the next second, a foot came from the right, like a soccer ball, and kicked him hard in the head.

Bang!

The locomotive was sent flying backward, blood streaming from its forehead.

"Heh...the world's fastest?" Cao Gui waved his black robe lightly: "Where do you get the confidence to fight me?"

The locomotive clutched his chest, his eyes filled with disbelief. He had injected compound five just minutes before, and his abilities were at their peak...

"Continue, tell me everything you know," Cao Gui said calmly.

“Izchir…” the locomotive gritted its teeth and slowly uttered a name.

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Chapter 341 Hijacking Incident (First Update)

"Ichzir?" Cao Gui frowned. Who is this?

“Yes, Ichizl.” The locomotive spoke quickly and continued, “When I was delivering goods, I once saw a sign they had overlooked, the Samarian Embrace.”

“That’s a charity under Ichizel’s name. All I know is that the goods I deliver will be received by Ichizel next. That’s all I know.”

“Charities…” Cao Gui stroked his chin, his eyes flickering. Why would a special gene drug that could make superhumans addicted be associated with charities?

Could it be that... this charity isn't charitable at all?

Cao Gui was filled with doubt. Without any information, he couldn't figure out what the problem was, and he could only investigate it himself when the time came.

"I've told you everything I know, please... If you're going to kill me, I'm just an ordinary deliveryman, I didn't do anything..."

The locomotive choked, tears and snot streaming down its face, mingling with the dust from the unfinished building... It was both disgusting and filthy.

Cao Gui frowned in disgust, glanced at the woman with the demonic claws on the chair, and then said indifferently, "Not killing her isn't necessarily a bad thing..."

Upon hearing this, the locomotive's eyes lit up, and it quickly sat up straight, looking at Cao Gui expectantly.

Cao Gui swung his broken sword, severing an iron chain binding the demonic woman's arm, and said calmly:

"Only one of you can survive. The decision of who lives and who dies is up to you."

Having said that, he swung the broken sword down and plunged it into the ground.

To make it easier for the two of them to communicate, Cao Gui thoughtfully removed the gag from the woman's mouth.

"..."

The woman with the claws and the locomotive paused, staring at the broken sword in silence.

……

High above the Atlantic Ocean, Flight 137, a flight from Paris to Chicago, is a Boeing 737 with six seats per row and only one aisle, making the interior space relatively cramped.

However, at this moment, the cabin was completely silent. Three Eastern European men were walking around the airport aisle, brandishing weapons and threatening the passengers on the plane.

The unarmed passengers could only cower in fear, not daring to look the other person in the eye, for fear that the other person would use them as an example to scare the others.

"Passengers, please don't panic. We mean no harm and will not kill anyone," said an East Slavic man holding an AK-47.

“Our only goal is to make money. Once we have the money, we will leave and will not hurt anyone. So, we hope you will not do anything foolish.”

“I think you all know that it’s dangerous on an airplane. If the gun goes off accidentally and the plane is blown through, everyone will be dead. Don’t force me to kill someone.”

The other two robbers, armed with Uzi submachine guns, scanned the 123 passengers in their seats, ready to kill anyone who dared to make a move or disobey.

However, at that moment, the aircraft cabin door clicked open from the outside.

In an instant, a powerful gust of air surged and churned within the airport. The hijacker carrying the AK rifle was caught off guard and was swept out of the cabin, hurtling towards the sea.

The current altitude is over 10,000 meters. That person would be pulverized to pieces, unless he was a superhuman.

The other two were in similar condition, being tossed about by the violent gusts of air. They had no choice but to cling tightly to the luggage rack next to them to keep from being blown away.

On the contrary, the passengers in their seats, protected by their seat belts, were only startled, but nothing actually happened.

"Ahhh—! Help!"

One of the robbers screamed, and although he clung desperately to the chair, the airflow was too strong for him to withstand.

Just when he was in despair, someone helped him. The robber suddenly smelled a faint fragrance on his nose.

Immediately afterwards, a delicate white hand grabbed his neck.

"Hello, handsome... well, you're not exactly handsome." Maeve laughed, and with a slight twist of her fingers, snapped his neck with a crack.

The last robber was startled. He gritted his teeth, adjusted his position, picked up his submachine gun, and took a little girl hostage. He shouted incoherently, his voice fierce and his expression terrified.

Although Maeve couldn't understand what he was saying, it was nothing more than some threatening words. Maeve shrugged, indicating that she wouldn't go over and that he should put down his weapon.

The robber breathed a sigh of relief and turned his gun to Maeve. At that moment, a scarlet light shone from Maeve's right, and two beams of heat shot out, instantly melting the robber's submachine gun.

"Ahhh! Ahhhh—!"

The molten, red-hot iron flowed down with gravity, enveloping the robber's right hand. The scorching heat burned his hand, causing him excruciating pain.

Maeve walked over and easily snapped his neck.

Behind him, Homelander closed the cabin door, and the entire airport returned to a warm and peaceful atmosphere.

"Alright, passengers, that's it. You're safe!" Homelander announced loudly, waving his Stars and Stripes cape.

"Everything is safe now, you will be fine."

The passengers breathed a sigh of relief, still shaken, and touched themselves all over to make sure they were unharmed before they were finally at ease.

"Oh my God, it's my homeland!"

"Not just Homelander, but also Queen Maeve!"

"Ah... Thank God, we're saved..."

"Thank you, Homelander!"

A burst of applause erupted in the cabin.

Hearing the passengers' enthusiastic applause, the corners of the man's mouth couldn't help but turn up, like a shy and bashful young man who had done a good deed and been praised.

"Oh, no, no, no... hahaha... thank you everyone."

The man couldn't contain his smile and finally burst into laughter.

"Fatherlanders, you are our heroes!"

"Thank you, our hero!"

"..."

"Hahaha, guys, now it's time to applaud yourselves!" Homelander clapped his hands and laughed loudly.

"You are the ones who have persevered until now; you are the true heroes, the heroes I admire most."

He looked very happy and seemed to enjoy the applause.

But just as Homelander was receiving enthusiastic applause, Maeve noticed something was wrong. The plane's course had not been corrected; instead, it was flying along the wrong route.

"Captain?" Maeve called from outside, but there was no response from inside the cockpit.

Maeve's face immediately turned worried; the matter was not yet resolved!

"Shit!"

……

Inside an unfinished building in Queens.

The abandoned room, though spacious, was incredibly oppressive. Facing the masked man in black robes, he was neither able to fight nor escape.

The locomotive could only obediently listen to Cao Gui's words; the two knew that only one of them could survive.

Unable to bear the atmosphere, the locomotive hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Baby, do you remember the first time we met?"

The woman with the claws' eyes flickered. Her usually impassive gaze held a glimmer of light upon hearing those words. That meeting was etched into her memory; her feelings for the train engine were genuine, and she was willing to give him everything, but…

"The first time I saw you, I fell hopelessly in love with you. Every time I think about that meeting, I feel incredibly excited. That feeling... is really hard to describe in words..."

"Oh? Is that so? So you're abandoning me for the sake of the competition? That guy told you he was going to kill me!" The Claw Woman gritted her teeth and said viciously.

"You knew I was in danger, you knew I was kidnapped, and yet you ignored me completely. And now you still say you love me?!"

Above, Cao Gui watched the scene with shining eyes, a grin spreading across his face. This was exactly what he wanted to see. It was a pity that a handful of melon seeds were missing; otherwise, it would have been perfect.

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Chapter 342 The True Face of the Homelander (Second Update)

The locomotive was rendered speechless by the devilish woman's scolding. Who told him to be so greedy and confused for a moment?

But...aren't all men like this?

Without a woman, a man might only be sad for a while, and he can find someone better later. But if he loses his wealth and status, then he really has nothing left.

I can't lose all of this for a woman, and I can't lose my life for you...

As the locomotive thought this, the tenderness in its eyes deepened, and its facial features softened even more: