A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

"Then do you know what bad news is?" Valentine leaned forward, tapping Galahad's photograph on the table as he spoke.

"'My colleague died saving you!' What did that gentleman just say? They're an organization, they're targeting us!"

"And we still don't know his identity, damn it!"

The beautiful woman with long, straight black hair sighed helplessly: "Boss, I've contacted the FBI, S.H.I.E.L.D., Langley, MI6, MI5, and even the KGB, but none of them know this person. I even contacted Mossad in Israel..."

"Wow~ That's great!" Valentine exclaimed exaggeratedly. "What about the capital city on the mainland? Have you contacted them yet?"

The beautiful woman with long, straight black hair was speechless for a moment: "Boss, this person is British, and the person who forced you to kill Professor Arnold was also British. How did you get involved in that?"

"And... God, their intelligence organization doesn't even have a slightly unusual name, it's terrifying to even think about!"

Just then, there was a knock on the door, and a white woman in a business uniform walked in and placed a document in front of Valentine: "Boss, we received a message in our inbox."

"Hmm? Galahad? Kingsman?" Valentine took off his glasses and leaned closer to examine it carefully.

"God, there's actually such a secret service organization in this world! Damn it, they forced me to kill Professor Arnold! They're guilty!"

The beautiful woman with long, straight black hair ignored the email and instead pulled up her email account to trace its source.

"An email sent from an Indonesian mobile phone? God, who are these people..." The beautiful woman with long, straight black hair sighed, rubbing her forehead. Things were getting more and more chaotic and troublesome.

“Come on, let’s get ready.” Valentine clapped his hands. “We’re going to visit this historic tailor shop… Damn, their history is longer than the history of America, and their honors are more numerous than those of France!”

……

In the villa in South Kensington, Gwen lay in Cao Gui's arms, sleeping soundly. Without Kem bothering her, she finally had a good night's sleep.

Cao Gui stroked his chin, pondering the events of the day. Although he had revealed Kingsman's information to Valentine, Valentine could have obtained it even without Cao Gui.

Not only that, he was also able to cooperate with Arthur, the head of Kingsman. If it weren't for that egg... cough cough, I mean the protagonist Eggsy, if it weren't for the protagonist's halo being so powerful that he discovered Arthur's cooperation with Valentine, the entire Kingsman might have been doomed.

So... should I get involved in this?

Cao Gui stroked his chin, secretly pondering, "Should I kill Nick Fury again?"

"Forget it, as long as they don't bother me, I'll ignore them. I'm on vacation."

Inside a tailor shop on a main street in London.

Valentine sat in a large conference room with a large oval table and portraits of many people on the walls, including King Charles II, Queen Victoria, Prince Edward, and even the current Queen Elizabeth.

“Buddy, I think you know me well enough, I don’t care about money at all,” Valentine said, gesturing wildly to an old man with white hair.

"If I wanted to, I could simply retire from the company, let the business fend for itself, and then find a private island to live a carefree life..."

Arthur's wrinkled old face twitched slightly. Damn Americans, they have no manners at all, they're just like nouveau riche, they don't understand even the slightest bit of aristocratic etiquette.

Despite his displeasure with Valentine, Arthur endured the discomfort and continued listening. Unlike Galahad, he did not believe that everyone could be his equal.

There are hierarchies in this world. I belong to the noblest Anglo-Saxon bloodline, and I am the race that stands at the pinnacle of human power.

Out of courtesy, he might treat ordinary people gently, but he would never treat them as equals; a person of low status will always remain a person of low status.

Valentine's idea of ​​eliminating the inferior beings was to preserve the human elite and then eliminate the inferior beings in order to protect the earth and the environment.

This aligns with his philosophy: if everyone can be equal to him... then what kind of Anglo-Saxon am I?

So, the two people who shared their dreams hit it off immediately, reached an agreement in a short period of time, and began to cooperate.

Valentine continued with his clear understanding of the great dreams of inferior humans, while Arthur... was responsible for dealing with the people in his way!

“Then, dear Mr. Arthur, the task of that Galahad Knight is entrusted to you.” Valentine smiled. “If you need any help, just give me a call.”

“Of course, Mr. Valentine,” Arthur smiled. “No one will stand in the way of our grand plan…”

However, Arthur suddenly paused, realizing that Galahad had told someone from S.H.I.E.L.D. about the whole thing this morning, and that he had watched the entire process through his holographic eyes.

"Dear Mr. Arthur, is there any trouble?" Valentine asked in confusion as he was about to leave. He had just been playing so well, so why did his expression change all of a sudden?

“Mr. Valentine, I regret to inform you that the people at S.H.I.E.L.D. also know about this.” Arthur’s old face trembled, and he sighed helplessly.

“S.H.I.E.L.D.?” Valentine frowned and couldn’t help but curse, “That damn trash.”

Arthur glanced at his dark face. If he had an eyepatch over his left eye when he said that, it would have been much more impactful.

"Galahad told a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who was visiting the area, and he's in South Kensington now."

“Wow~ Mr. Arthur, do you have any good advice on this?” Valentine laughed. “You’re best at killing people.”

“I’ll provide the intelligence, and you’ll take care of the cleanup,” Arthur laughed. “My identity doesn’t allow me to go up against S.H.I.E.L.D., but you’re different.”

“Hmm…that works too.” Valentine nodded. “Then we need to speed up our plan, before S.H.I.E.L.D. can react.”

"I agree."

"Then let's get started and get rid of those inferior people!" Valentine laughed heartily.

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Chapter 403 Someone Came to the Door

"Cao Gui's public identity is a student at Midtown High School in New York, but his secret identity is an FBI agent. His godfather is Gaspar Sitwell, and he is a Level 7 agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Inside a London building, a beautiful woman with long, straight black hair stood in front of a holographic table and pulled up Cao Gui's information:

“Boss, he is indeed a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. now, but because of his godfather, he only receives a salary and does not participate in any missions, not even… training.”

"Wow~ I understand." Valentine grinned, exclaiming exaggeratedly, "He's a good-for-nothing, the kind who gets paid for nothing."

“From S.H.I.E.L.D.’s perspective… yes!” The long, straight black-haired beauty continued flipping through the documents, her expression serious. “But he killed two Brotherhood trainee assassins; he’s not a useless person.”

"In addition, he is the owner of a large company, and he is likely to have other bodyguards around him."

“Oh, shit! Fuck!” Valentine yelled hysterically, slamming his fist on the table. “I was thinking of just sending a squad of gunmen to take him out, but it looks like that won’t work. This guy might not be so weak.”

The beautiful woman with long, straight black hair immediately straightened her back and said, "Boss, I understand!"

"I'll take some men and kill him right now, along with his girlfriend!"

“That’s right.” Valentine laughed and stood up, stroking the woman’s long black hair. “Baby, go and take him down. I need you to fight for my ideals.”

"Understood, boss!" The beautiful woman with long, straight black hair snapped to attention, stomped her foot with a clang, and then saluted.

"I'll wait for you to come back, and then we can begin our grand plan!"

Meeting Valentine's gaze, the long, straight black-haired beauty turned around and walked outside, the clanging sounds echoing in succession.

Below her calves, there were no longer human legs; in their place were a pair of gleaming prosthetics, except... these prosthetics were far too sharp!

……

Night... actually, it should be considered early morning. The morning star was already high in the sky, and the darkness on the horizon had begun to fade, with azure blue appearing in the pitch-black night sky.

Despite this, the darkness on the ground grew ever denser; this was the darkness before dawn.

South Kensington, in the southeast, is near a villa. The area is beautiful, with plenty of greenery and well-developed roads.

At that moment, the sound of a car engine slowly began, and a black van slowly moved forward.

But if someone pays attention, they will notice that this car is a little different. It seems to be less noisy than other vehicles, and the headlights are not very bright, but they are sufficient for use.

Before long, the vehicle arrived at a villa about 100 meters away.

"You all understand who the target is, right?" The beautiful woman with long, straight black hair looked at the several burly men in the carriage wearing black bulletproof vests and transparent masks.

These people are special forces recruited from the SAS. They have undergone countless training sessions and are proficient in all kinds of weapons, whether cold weapons or firearms. They are skilled in using them and can take lives silently.

"Take out the two young men in the villa, a man and a woman, both Americans!" the five former SAS soldiers said in a deep voice. After saying this, they fell silent again, like five statues.

"Let's go!" The beautiful woman with long, straight black hair raised her chin and gave the order.

Upon hearing this, the five men grabbed their weapons, opened the car door, and stealthily made their way over.

The beautiful woman with long, straight black hair watched them leave. With a sudden rip, her tight-fitting long skirt tore open, revealing a pair of thighs clad in stockings and a pair of prosthetic limbs gleaming coldly.

If these soldiers succeed, then naturally they won't need her; but if something unexpected happens, she wouldn't mind lending a hand.

……

In the bedroom, Cao Gui, who was fast asleep, twitched his eyebrows and slowly opened his eyes, sensing that someone had broken into his house.

“Five people…” Cao Gui frowned. He had only been in England for less than three days, so why were people already coming to his door?

Besides... not to mention Britain, even in the United States, I don't have any enemies, okay?

All his enemies have gone to hell to meet Mephisto, how could there possibly be any left?

Could it be... Kingsman?

Cao Gui thought to himself that he and Kingsman had some past grievances, but it wasn't to the point of fighting each other, especially since he also had an identity as a member of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Hmm... what's wrong?" Just then, Gwen slowly woke up, and her senses told her that an enemy had entered.

"I'll handle it, you get some rest," Cao Gui said softly, pressing on her shoulder.

"Oh... okay..." After saying that, Gwen's head slumped down and she fell asleep again.

Cao Gui tiptoed out of bed, a cold glint in his eyes. "Interesting. I'll see who this guy is."

On the first floor, five combatants pulled out a device, directly disrupted the alarm system, then pried open the door lock and slowly walked in.

Their shoes were specially made, and the entire process was completely silent.

Before entering, they used a thermal imaging drone to locate Cao Gui and Gwen. Without any hesitation, the three men went up to the second floor, followed by the two men.

In the darkness, Cao Gui frowned. The five men were dressed in black combat suits and transparent gas masks. They were burly and carried a small, powerful MP5 in each hand.

Even a fool could recognize the strong SAS style on it.

Cao Gui's heart sank slightly. Even the SAS had been mobilized. Could it really be Kingsman?

Regardless of whether it is true or not, these five people are not going to get out of here today!

A sharp glint flashed in Cao Gui's eyes as he slowly retreated into the darkness.

On the other side, the five combatants who had just reached the stairwell exchanged glances and changed combat positions according to the pre-set orders.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

But just then, a loud whooshing sound came from the air.

With a soft "thud," four armed men simultaneously had daggers inserted into their throats. The remaining man only saw a flash of cold light before his eyes, and then, in a blur, the bodies of his four companions behind him vanished at the same time.

"Damn it..." The remaining man's pupils suddenly contracted, and his body instinctively turned the gun barrel towards the direction from which the cold light came.