A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

"You're asking me why now? Tom, why don't you come aboard the USS Missouri, and I'll cut open your head and find the answer for you?"

"Fuck!" The man in the gray suit named Tom covered his face, utterly humiliated in front of the Navy.

Everyone around him looked disgusted. Sure enough, Langley was Langley. A rat is always a rat, and trash is always trash. Even the things he did were trash.

“Oh, right,” William continued, “I have thirty-two POW cruise missiles. If you don’t want cities like New York, Washington, and Los Angeles to be attacked, then do as I say.”

After saying that, William slammed down the phone, leaving only a group of naval generals in silence. They could not ignore this threat, because those Tomahawk missiles were all equipped with nuclear warheads.

"Damn it, now we can only hope for the people from S.H.I.E.L.D...." Admiral Bates sighed.

“Uh… General, I can provide the people at S.H.I.E.L.D. with some information about William…” Tom, in a gray suit, said.

"No need!" Admiral Bates curled his lip.

"It would be best if your CIA traitor rat and the SHIELD bastard died together, then our Navy would save us trouble and just throw all your corpses into the sea to feed the fish!"

Tom's lips twitched slightly, and he dared not say more. He was really afraid that Admiral Bates would throw him into the sea to feed the fish. These navy people with their eyes on their foreheads were really capable of doing such a thing.

……

On the USS Missouri, Gwen, who overheard Cao Gui's conversation, looked at Cao Gui with some confusion.

Cao Gui shrugged: "Plans changed. I'm going to be a life-saving hero this time."

"Go for it!" Gwen chuckled, clenched her fist and shook it to encourage him, "I'll take care of Kem here, don't worry, no one can do anything to us."

Cao Gui nodded, stepped off the ship, and left the cabin. Gwen locked the cabin door from the inside. There was no need to worry about the rest; Cao could handle everything.

"Go! Go! Move faster!"

The armed bandits lured the sailors and crew into the foredeck cabin, a huge hold originally used for storing ammunition that was instantly crammed with more than a hundred people, all pressed against each other in an incredibly crowded manner.

"Damn it, what are you doing?" the sailors roared, but the bandits pulled the triggers without a word, killing all the sailors who dared to speak up.

Now, no one dared to say another word and could only obediently crawl into the cabin.

The bandits gave a shout, and several men in work clothes came out from behind them, took out a welding machine, and sealed the hatch shut.

"There's another passage, weld that passage shut too!" a man in a suit ordered.

On the other side, on the missile launcher, five or six engineers were working, welding rails and then moving all the Tomahawk missiles out.

This thing is a real gem; it can make a fortune selling. One of them is worth at least five or six hundred million US dollars, and thirty-two battle axes... that's enough for all of them to live a carefree life for the rest of their lives.

Seeing all this, the first mate, Quill, couldn't help but grin: "Gentlemen, our future life of freedom is within our grasp, hahaha..."

With a thud, a slightly overweight man in a black suit walked over carrying an ice bucket: "Hahaha, my two heroes, let's pop some champagne and celebrate in advance."

As he spoke, he took the champagne out of the ice bucket and poured a glass for William and Quill.

"Cheers! Gentlemen! Cheers to our perfect plan!"

"Haha, cheers!" William and Quill raised their glasses together, the three of them clinking them together and downing the drinks in one gulp.

Not far away, in the shadows, a figure dressed in a black robe stared at them indifferently. A bunch of scum, opening champagne halfway through the game, typical suicidal behavior.

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Chapter 392 Chef Lei Bai: I've Become a Substitute?

Cao Gui glanced at them but did not make a move against the three of them. These three were strategic targets, and killing them would easily cause chaos among the remaining people.

Instead of doing that, it's better to start by eliminating the lowly soldiers one by one. Anyway, these people don't pose a threat to me. If I weren't worried about exposing my strength, Cao Gui would have already sent this battleship crashing to the bottom of the sea with a single lightning bolt.

Now that Pierce knows his identity, and the US Navy has the ability to examine post-mortem evidence, Cao Gui cannot use his Devil Fruit powers. Besides, Devil Fruit powers are too much of an overestimation of these weaklings; he could just pick up a brick and finish them off.

With a light tap of his feet, Cao Gui silently floated towards the kitchen. Since he was doing this for Sitwell, he couldn't let the special forces cook in the kitchen contact the US Navy, otherwise the merit would be greatly diminished.

A moment later, Cao Gui arrived at a room where, according to the ship's map, there was a passageway leading directly to the kitchen.

However, when Cao Gui entered, the situation was a little different from what he had expected. Another doorway in the room had been welded shut, and the welding was so meticulous that it was almost impossible to spot if one did not look closely.

In addition, the room was decorated in a very interesting way, with pink neon lights hanging from the ceiling, filling the whole room with an ambiguous atmosphere.

In the center of the room sat a huge birthday cake with a few candles lit on it, but... it wasn't a real birthday cake; it was made of paper and cloth.

The moment Cao Gui entered, music suddenly started playing, and with a whoosh, a figure stood up from the cake—it was Miss October.

She was wearing a thin black lace thong, while her upper body was covered by a tailored U.S. Navy uniform that was so short it only covered her chest.

With her eyes closed, she swayed her slender waist to the rhythm of the music, tossed her head to fling off her navy cap, then unbuttoned her clothes and took off her informal military uniform.

Cao Gui's lips twitched. As expected of the Americans, city people really know how to have fun. But... Cao Gui glanced at her chest. When he watched this movie as a child, he thought it didn't show any nipples... Oh, no, it did, but it was covered up with something.

I was wondering why the color seemed so off back then!

Perhaps because Miss October didn't hear any feedback, she subconsciously opened her eyes, and then...

"what!"

She screamed in surprise. A man in black robes stood in front of her, his face and features obscured, as if a garment were floating in front of her.

Cao Gui stepped forward, struck her with a chop to the ground, and stomped on her to turn off the music.

"What a hassle..." Cao Gui muttered to himself. He definitely couldn't just leave this woman here like this, or some escaped sailor would come and see this scene...

After thinking for a moment, Cao Gui turned off all the lights, then dressed her, tied her up tightly, and gagged her as well.

But just then, a figure appeared from behind. It was the chef, Lei Bai. He had already dealt with the enemies in the kitchen and was about to run to the bridge to check the situation when he unexpectedly saw a sneaky figure in black robes.

Although he doesn't look like one of those thugs in suits, he doesn't seem like a good person either.

Instinctively, Lei Bai grabbed his gun and went straight to Cao Gui.

"Don't move..."

Just as Lei Bai was about to speak, Cao Gui, without thinking, threw a punch at him.

"Shit..."

Lei Bai was shocked. He could see the fist, but he couldn't dodge it. It was too fast, and even his well-trained body couldn't keep up with it.

Bang!

Lei Bai tilted his head back, and two streams of blood flowed from his nose. This guy is too strong, I can't beat him!

Lei Bai immediately recognized the difference in strength between the two sides and hurriedly called out, "Wait, I'm not with them..."

Bang!

Another punch landed, and Lei Bai's eyes rolled back as he passed out.

You're not with them, and you're not with me either. Besides, you sneaked up behind me like that, you definitely didn't have good intentions.

Cao Gui kicked Lei Bai in disgust, tied him up with this Miss October, and then sealed the doorway, so that these two troublesome people could no longer cause trouble.

"Alright...it's time to start the hunt..."

Cao Gui chuckled softly, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and floated into the darkness behind the lights.

……

On the bridge, in the command room.

A smile appeared on William's thick-browed, large-eyed face as he watched the plan unfold step by step.

He breathed a sigh of relief. Soon he would have plenty of US dollars in his hands, and he would no longer have to risk his life or be on guard against betrayal from his superiors and backstabbing from his colleagues.

"Hehehe, Miss October." William chuckled, touching his old face.

"After this is all over, I'm going to be like Stark and collect all the cover girls from January to December, hehehe..."

However, before he could finish his thoughts, a subordinate rushed over:

"Sir, something's happened! Case and Ghosn have gone missing!"

"What did you say?" William's languid gaze instantly turned sharp. "Where was the last place they appeared?"

"kitchen!"

William immediately summoned the first mate, Quill. He remembered that a guard in the kitchen had asked about the cause of the gunshots, so he had ordered the two men to go down and deal with the guard and the cook Quill had mentioned.

"What happened? Why are our people missing?" Quill rushed over and asked quickly.

“Of course I’ll have to ask you that!” William’s eyes widened. “I said we need to find out everyone’s background before we take action. It’s obvious that the guard and cook in the kitchen are not ordinary people.”

"No guard or cook can take down my elite subordinates, especially when they're armed!"

“Impossible.” Quill immediately shook his head and said, “That guard is just a private, he boarded the ship in Hawaii, and just finished basic training this year.”

“Where’s the cook?” William asked.

“He’s just a cook.” Quill shrugged. “Just an ordinary cook.”

"Damn it!" William was dumbfounded by this guy. "I mean, what's his background?"

“I don’t know, but he is indeed a cook. Besides being a very good cook, he doesn’t have any other special skills,” Quill said.

"Never mind, let's go check the kitchen first," William said dejectedly. How could he have chosen such an idiot as a teammate?

No, if he hadn't been so stupid, I wouldn't have been able to get on the Missouri!

However, when William arrived at the kitchen, his expression changed instantly. All the lights were off, and one of his men had been fatally stabbed in the neck with a throwing knife, probably without even a cry for help before he died.

One of them had his neck broken, but he had used up three magazines of his submachine gun. He had pulled out his pistol and thrown it aside, but he was still tightly gripping his dagger, which was completely dry.

The enemy was a master of hand-to-hand combat and a master of gunsmanship. He knew how to avoid the muzzle of a gun, and it was no use even though his subordinates had used up so much ammunition.

“This isn’t a cook, this is a super agent!” William concluded immediately.

"Find this cook's file immediately; I need to know his background," William said. "Second, tell the men that no one can be alone; everyone must travel in groups of two or three. Also, call for help immediately if there is any danger!"

"Third, guard our planes, that's our escape route. Also, get our submarines here as quickly as possible!"

Upon hearing William's order, his men immediately relayed it.

But just then, terrified screams came through the earpiece.

"Damn it, we've run into the enemy!"

"That's not a person, that's a ghost... Shit... Tap tap tap... Pfft!"

"Help... Don't kill me, don't kill me... *splat*!"

Two muffled thuds—the sound of a sharp blade slicing through flesh. William, a veteran of the CIA, was very familiar with this sound, for he had personally killed countless people.