A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

Cao Gui sighed. Thank goodness he brought Gwen with him; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to handle the situation at this point.

"Think of something quickly..." Gwen mouthed silently.

Cao Gui rolled his eyes. What other options did he have? Did he expect him to kill them all?

However, if he did that, the Americans would definitely keep asking him questions. After thinking for a moment, Cao Gui took out a satellite phone and dialed the number.

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Chapter 390

"Hello...it's me."

"Why did you suddenly decide to call me?" Sitwell asked curiously on the other end of the line. "And you even used a satellite phone..."

"I'm on the USS Missouri." Cao Gui shrugged. "The first officer here has conspired with others to mutiny, killed the captain, and taken control of the entire battleship..."

“Wang Defa… clang… bang… clang…”

On the other end of the phone, Sitwell sounded like he had tripped and fallen, bumping into quite a few things; he sounded rather miserable.

"Damn it, what's going on?" Sitwell screamed. This kind of thing involving the US military was super troublesome. Not only were their subordinates acting like idiots, but their superiors were also a bunch of idiots.

"The literal meaning," Cao Gui said, pursing his lips helplessly.

“Damn it…” Sitwell rubbed his temples, his face full of pain.

"Hey, I don't need you to save me," Cao Gui said irritably, "Don't you even know who I am?"

Upon hearing this, Sitwell on the other end of the phone immediately perked up. That's right, his adopted son, let alone a mutiny on a warship, even if all twelve aircraft carriers of the United States went together, they might not be able to take him down.

“Then why did you come to me…” Sitwell asked, puzzled. If you have the ability to handle it, why did you come to me?

“Things after we escape are complicated, and I’ll need your help,” Cao Gui sighed. Although he was exceptionally strong, he couldn’t change other people’s minds. He was afraid that he would lose control and kill those nagging bastards after going through all that.

"Oh, I see..." Sitwell suddenly realized.

Cao Gui immediately told Sitwell about Kem and Gwen's situation. On the other end, Sitwell sighed helplessly; it was indeed troublesome.

After thinking for a moment, Sitwell went directly to his superior, Acting Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., Pierce.

If this matter is handled properly, it might be able to reverse the current passive situation of S.H.I.E.L.D. At that time, Cao Gui and his group will no longer be the focus of the game, and it will be much easier to help them get rid of the troublesome US military.

After hanging up the phone, Cao Gui shrugged at Kem's expectant gaze: "It's not a big problem, it can be solved, we won't be in any danger."

Upon hearing this, Kem's pale face regained some color, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief. But just then, the sound of rapid footsteps approached, and Kem's heart jumped into his throat again. He instinctively covered his mouth, not daring to breathe.

Although Cao Gui and Gwen were good at fighting, they were powerless against these armed bandits. Moreover, before boarding the plane, their belongings had been searched, and they had to hand over not only their firearms but also their knives.

Kem thought anxiously, but fortunately, the footsteps quickly faded away, which made Kem breathe a sigh of relief.

buzz~

But just then, the satellite phone suddenly vibrated. Cao Gui picked it up and answered. It was Sitwell calling: "Cao, Minister Pierce has communicated with the Department of Defense. They hope you can clear out the bandits on the ship."

"You've exposed my identity?" Cao Gui raised an eyebrow and asked in a deep voice.

“No, they know you exist, but they don’t know exactly who you are,” Sitwell said somewhat displeased. He was a Level 7 agent; how could he make such a basic mistake?

However, even so, Pierce must know how to find Cao Gui's identity, since Cao Gui is the only person connected to Sitwell.

"I refuse!" Cao Gui said irritably. A vice-captain had betrayed the ship and was working with them to control it. This was clearly the US's own mess. Why should he help them deal with such a trivial matter?

“I knew it…” Sitwell said with a wry smile, “Don’t worry, I’ve already turned them down. Just take care of yourself. The US military will figure something out.”

"That's more like it." Cao Gui nodded in satisfaction. He couldn't be bothered with the mess that the United States was making.

After hanging up the phone, Cao Gui reached behind his back, pulled out a dagger and a silenced pistol, and handed them to Gwen.

Gwen didn't actually need this, but these actions were for Kem's benefit, to reassure her and prevent her from yelling again.

Sure enough, the moment Kem saw the weapons, his eyes lit up, and he excitedly whispered, "Damn, how did you manage to bring these things onto the ship?"

“I have my own way,” Cao Gui said with a smile.

"Honey, are you going out?" Gwen asked, taking the things from her bag.

"No, I'm just doing this in case." Cao Gui shook his head, repeating the same point: he couldn't be bothered with America's messy affairs, since America wasn't paying him a salary anyway.

buzz~

Just then, the phone rang again, and Cao Gui frowned immediately. The number was not Sitwell's.

After hesitating for a moment, Cao Gui answered the call.

"A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent?" The voice on the other end was a deep, resonant baritone, giving off an air of superiority.

"..." Cao Gui didn't say anything; he wanted to see what this guy was up to.

After a moment of silence, someone on the other end finally couldn't help but speak: "I am Navy Four-Star Admiral Betz..."

"How did you find my phone number?" Cao Gui asked, his eyes narrowed, clearly annoyed.

The person on the other end paused, surprised that this S.H.I.E.L.D. agent was so indifferent to his identity.

"Speak!" Cao Gui snorted coldly and shouted in a low voice.

"The satellite phone you are using is connected to the nearest communications satellite to the Missouri. We have a way to find its communication records... and location information, so we can find you."

"Fuck you!" Cao Gui cursed without any politeness.

On the other end, Admiral Bates, who had been so high and mighty, seemed to soften his tone and said, "Sir, we hope you can help us eliminate the bandits on the ship..."

"Heh, eat shit!"

With a snap, Cao Gui crushed the entire phone, then pulled out another satellite phone and dialed Sitwell.

His purpose in doing this was simple: Cao Gui was telling the United States that he was not interested in the US Navy and that he only accepted information from Sitwell, so that the US would stop causing trouble.

Inside a naval base in Hawaii, Admiral Betz, who hadn't finished speaking, suddenly paused when the satellite phone went silent.

However, when the technicians checked, they found that the positioning device was missing.

"Fuck you!" Admiral Bates slammed his fist on the table and roared, "That bastard actually destroyed the satellite phone!"

"Damn S.H.I.E.L.D., I'm going to blast them all into the sky with missiles!"

Those present lowered their heads, not daring to speak at this moment, waiting for the bigwig to calm down. But after a short while, the technician shakily raised his hand: "General, a new telephone signal has appeared on the satellite."

"Damn it, connect me! I'm going to kill this disrespectful brat!" Admiral Bates slammed his fist on the table and roared.

But his deputy stopped him: "Well... let's contact S.H.I.E.L.D."

He knew very well that even if he reconnected, it would be useless; the result would probably be the same as before.

"Tell S.H.I.E.L.D. that I'm willing to put in a good word for them, but make sure their agents cooperate," Admiral Bates said, waving his hand dismissively.

Although he was old, he was not senile and could certainly understand the pros and cons. For the sake of the USS Missouri, he was willing to make some concessions.

"Yes, sir!" The deputy immediately contacted S.H.I.E.L.D.

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Chapter 391 Champagne at Halftime

On the USS Missouri, the satellite phone, which had only stopped for a few seconds to rest, rang again.

"Cao... cough cough, do me a favor..." Sitwell's voice came: "Take care of those bandits on the Missouri."

"Help you?" Cao Gui raised an eyebrow; the subject wasn't quite right.

“It really is helping me…” Sitwell sighed. “Secretary Pierce promised to promote me. I’m sorry to trouble you again…”

I'm sorry, they gave us way too much...

"What position can you possibly rise to now?" Cao Gui asked doubtfully. As a member of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Finance Committee and the highest commander of the New York branch, could Sitwell possibly be promoted any further?

If you rise any higher, you'll almost become one of the heads of a hydra.

“A space carrier.” Sitwell took a deep breath and said calmly, but the tremor in his voice was not so easy to hide.

Cao Gui was taken aback: "Save a Missouri and I'll give you such a big reward?"

"I've also made a lot of contributions to S.H.I.E.L.D., okay!" Sitwell was speechless; his superiors had long been thinking about transferring him to a different position.

However, due to Sitwell's relatively short time as a Level 7 agent and her limited experience, coupled with the fact that many people were eyeing the space carrier, such as Victoria Hand and John Gartler, the matter was kept under wraps.

If Sitwell could secure the assistance of the US Navy and reverse S.H.I.E.L.D.'s current predicament, he would have accomplished a great feat, and no one would object to him taking control of an aerospace carrier.

"Alright... since that's the case, there's no harm in helping out."

After hearing Sitwell's explanation, Cao Gui agreed. If Sitwell could control a space carrier, it would undoubtedly be very beneficial for the future.

"Tell the US Navy that I will kill everyone who doesn't belong on this ship and tell them not to interfere."

"it is good……"

"Resolve the problem within half an hour."

“Okay, I’ll report it,” Sitwell said.

Hawaii, naval base.

"What the hell? Half an hour? Are the people from S.H.I.E.L.D. that arrogant?" a middle-aged white man in a gray-white suit shouted dramatically.

"Those people are the CIA's most elite agents, how dare he treat us so disrespectfully?"

"Shut your stinking mouth, you CIA rat!" General Bates yelled, pointing at the middle-aged man in the grey suit.

"If it weren't for you filthy rats, my glorious USS Missouri wouldn't have encountered such a disgusting and shitty thing!"

The middle-aged man in the gray suit changed his expression and dared not say another word. His words just now were only meant to belittle S.H.I.E.L.D. and elevate his own status. Since the people present did not buy it, he dared not say anything more.

What happened on the USS Missouri was quite simple: an elite CIA agent defected, gathered a group of people, and together with the Missouri's first officer, who had long harbored rebellious intentions, they plotted this incident.

“Listen, Admiral Bates, and everyone at the Naval Crisis Management Center…” came the voice of William, the lead singer of a rock band, through the microphone:

“If any plane gets within 100 miles of the warship, I will shoot it down and then kill ten crew members in retaliation.”

“William, it’s me, Tom,” said Tom, a middle-aged man in a grey suit. “What happened? You’re Langley’s best agent, why would you do something like this?”

"Why? Wow~ Good question!" William laughed heartily.

“You sent me on a mission to steal a submarine, and I succeeded. But just a minute before I succeeded, you canceled the plan to your superiors and even sent an assassin to kill me.”