A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

"Haha, this beautiful lady actually picked up her high heels?" The young Black man grinned. "Is she putting on a show?"

Ten minutes later, Natasha clapped her hands contentedly, dangling a ring of car keys in her hand.

Behind her were five or six black corpses with their necks cut open, their eyes wide open, blood flowing everywhere, dying with their eyes wide open.

……

“Darling, why are you so uninterested in her?” Gwen chuckled.

Who knows if she has anything to do with that black guy Nick Fury... Cao Gui sneered, "Am I the kind of lecher who can't resist a woman?"

"He won't be unable to resist a woman," Gwen chuckled, "but he is a lecher."

"What!?" Cao Gui's eyes widened instantly, and he immediately stretched out both hands.

"Ah...don't do anything reckless, I'm driving...sob...stop now, we're going to crash!"

……

The next day, sunlight streamed into a villa in the western suburbs of Paris. This was a villa that Cao Gui had bought in Paris. Coincidentally, the money Cao Gui used was what he had earned during his last trip to Paris, and some of that money was still stored in his system inventory.

Ring ring~

Just then, the phone rang, waking Cao Gui from his sleep.

"Hello?" Cao Gui answered the phone listlessly, then suddenly jumped out of bed.

Gwen was startled and opened her eyes, her expression grave. She quickly asked, "Damn, what happened?"

Cao Gui's lips twitched: "...School's started!"

I haven't finished my summer homework yet... Oh, right, I don't have that thing.

"It's okay, darling, let's go back to sleep. It's just the start of school, don't worry." Cao Gui hugged Gwen tightly and went back to sleep.

In the afternoon, the two packed their things and returned to New York, leaving Natasha, who was holding back her anger and ready to teach Cao Gui and Gwen a lesson, dumbfounded.

She had only been there for a day when Cao Gui and his companion left, abandoning France and leaving her alone in Paris.

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Chapter 420 Peter Parker, the Target of Criticism (Second Update)

New York, John F. Kennedy International Airport.

That's right, the airport's name is in honor of that imaginative leader. Actually, JFK Airport is just an abbreviation; the full name is much longer and is the full name of that imaginative leader.

Located in Queens, this area was not affected by the Battle of New York, and all the buildings are intact.

But the situation is quite different in Manhattan across the East River. The damage caused by energy weapons is far greater than that caused by gunpowder-powered weapons. Not only are various streets severely damaged and many buildings rendered unsafe, but many people are still locked inside these unsafe buildings and have not yet been rescued.

The American-style rescue... could indeed be described as an archaeological rescue. Even before many people inside the building had died, people were already offering flowers and candles to commemorate the deceased.

As Gwen drove through the streets, she marveled once again at how lucky her parents were; they had been sent on a trip by the NYPD before the Battle of New York and hadn't returned yet.

What she didn't know was that even if George and Helen didn't go out, Cao Gui would still arrange for them to go out.

Below Stark Tower, a thin, middle-aged man held a piece of drawing paper, marveling at the pen drawing on it.

"The world has changed so much. Kids these days are drawing Spider-Man, Captain America, and Iron Man... Why aren't they drawing that masked man? He saved New York so many times."

He was wearing overalls, covered in dust, and was a worker handling construction waste—a common sight on Manhattan Island.

"Uh...maybe he beat up Captain America, so the New York government won't let him draw it," his coworker said, scratching his head in confusion.

“That makes a lot of sense.” The thin middle-aged man nodded. “In the past, we used to draw all kinds of animals, wild beasts, and Native Americans.”

“Uh… you should call them Native Americans, please be mindful of your address,” a coworker reminded him.

"Ha! I don't need a vote, I'm just a worker!" the man said dismissively, curling his lip. The word "Indian" has never been discriminatory; it's all because those damned politicians deliberately flaunt it.

"Hehehe, everyone, please pay attention." At this moment, a short, plump woman led a group of people dressed in suits and wearing white hard hats into the room.

"According to Executive Order 396b, we will take over all post-war cleanup work. Thank you very much for your help."

"Who are you?" The thin middle-aged man immediately put down what he was doing and walked up to the group, asking.

“A person with a permit from the New York City government,” a man wearing a white hard hat said casually, hands on his hips.

The yellow ones are dry, the red ones are just looking, the blue ones are wandering around, and the white ones are in charge. These people are obviously people with important backgrounds.

"Hey! Hey! We signed a contract with the city government, you have no right to do this," the thin middle-aged man roared angrily.

"Regarding this... I'm sorry, the contract is void." A man wearing a white hard hat placed the contract in front of him and said calmly.

"Damn it...you tricked me!" The thin middle-aged man threw off his helmet and punched the other man hard in the face.

Crack! Crack!

Instantly, several men behind him drew their Glock pistols, pointing them at the thin middle-aged man and the group of workers behind him.

His movements were swift and his reactions sharp; he was so fast that the workers didn't even have time to react.

"Put the gun down!" the short, stout middle-aged woman yelled. "You bunch of bastards, stop fucking using guns all the time. If you're so tough, go find Wall Street and use guns!"

Under the short, plump woman's angry rebuke, the men in suits slowly exchanged glances and slowly put down their Glocks.

“Listen, Mr. Tooms,” the short, stout middle-aged woman said sternly, pointing at the thin middle-aged man, “we are just following orders. If you have any complaints, you can contact the New York City government. Now leave, or we have the right to kill you!”

The middle-aged man's eyes were sinister, but he could only obediently leave. His statement that he had the right to kill was not a warning, but a fact; they really might kill.

Not far away, Cao Gui and Gwen watched all this and exchanged a surprised glance.

“Those men in suits seem to be quite extraordinary,” Gwen murmured, already having a general idea in mind.

"It must be someone from S.H.I.E.L.D.," Cao Gui said. It seems that Agent Hill, the newly appointed head of the New York branch, is eager to make a name for himself.

“Mr. Toms…?” Cao Gui stroked his chin. The name sounded familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before.

……

The next day, at Midtown High School, Cao Gui and Gwen stared speechlessly at the few scattered students in the classroom.

The events in New York were too significant. Those who left before the Battle of New York did not want to return, and the survivors after the Battle of New York also left and could not return for the time being. Not to mention students, even teachers were scarce.

After walking around, the teacher said a few words of reunion and then left. There were too few students to give a lecture, so we decided to study on our own. We've had such a long holiday, so we'll just look at the books first. We don't need to memorize or recall anything; we just want to find that feeling from when we were in school.

But... such a long holiday is no joke! After reading for only a short while, the students started leaving their seats, and since the teacher wasn't there, no one was supervising them for the time being.

Gwen went to chat with Lucy. Apparently, her brother got into trouble in Moscow, and her father chased after him all the way there, fought his way out, and rescued him.

As for Cao Gui... Harry didn't come back, Beth didn't come back, and with Gwen gone, he was all alone.

Of course, it wasn't that no girls came up to chat him up, but Cao Gui wasn't very interested. In this world, two girlfriends were enough; he didn't need more.

Lost in thought, Cao Gui walked into the corridor and habitually looked down. He then spotted a familiar figure: Peter Parker.

Now, he no longer has that chubby little black guy or that curly-haired African American female student by his side; instead, he has a new one, a female student with chocolate-colored skin... well, she's African American.

Cao Gui frowned. The three generations of Spider-Man had rather peculiar tastes. The first generation liked Mary Jane, a blonde, blue-eyed, and hot white girl.

The second generation likes Gwen, and of course, Gwen likes Cao Gui. Gwen is also a blonde, blue-eyed white girl with Germanic blood.

But the third generation is quite peculiar; they are either curly-haired or straight-haired African Americans, and even the chubby little boy next to him is dark-skinned.

Why is the third-generation Spider so disliked?

"Honey, what are you looking at?" Gwen ran over and hugged Cao Gui's arm.

“The Avengers.” Cao Gui pointed to Peter Parker below, who was circling around the long-haired African American female student.

“Oh, Liz Tooms, I know her.” Gwen chuckled. “Lucy just told me about her. Her father knows Lucy’s father, but he’s unemployed.”

“Toms…” Cao Gui suddenly realized: “The contractor who was downstairs at Stark Tower yesterday?”

“Yes, it’s him,” Gwen nodded. “His father is an electronics engineer.”

"Electrical engineer..." Cao Gui wiped his sweat. This profession is associated with either superheroes or supervillains. It seems that he is a supervillain connected to Spider-Man.

“But… how does a white man have a black daughter?” Cao Gui looked at Liz Tooms below and said speechlessly. He seemed to see the omnipresent political correctness in the black-robed world. It must be Hollywood’s doing again.

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This is the fourth update, dear readers!

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Chapter 421 The Insight Plan is Ahead of Schedule!

"Peter, that's the National Academic Decathlon, and you're actually going to give it up?" Liz, a straight-haired black woman, looked at Peter with a puzzled expression.

Unlike other places, while New York City is on holiday, Washington D.C. is not, and the National Academic Decathlon continues as well.

While the entire school was on holiday, Peter Parker and his research group were busy preparing for an academic competition.

“I can’t leave, what if the captain needs to talk to me… although he doesn’t usually contact me.” Peter Parker scratched his head, somewhat annoyed, but despite this, he still didn’t want to go to Washington.

“Fine, since you’ve made that decision, then we’ll find someone to replace you,” Liz Tooms said helplessly.

After saying that, Liz Tooms quickly left, while Peter looked around furtively before leaping up and swinging on a spider web to the rooftop.

Seeing this, Cao Gui and Gwen exchanged a glance and said at the same time:

"Shall we go take a look?"

"I'm so bored, do you want to go check it out?"

"..."×2

As expected of my girlfriend, we're so in sync!

Cao Gui smiled slightly, picked up Gwen, and quietly flew into the sky. Then he summoned a spherical cloud and floated above Peter Parker.

"Hey! Captain, it's me, Parker." Peter Parker sat on the edge of the rooftop, swinging his legs idly, and continued talking into the phone:

"I handled a bicycle theft case this morning. Since I didn't know who the owner was, I could only leave a note with a pen."

"Also, I helped an elderly Dominican lady with directions today... If there's anything I can help you with, please feel free to contact me. I'm very capable and can handle many things."

In the sky, Cao Gui and Gwen exchanged a glance and burst into laughter. So this Avenger was really that boring.

"Let's go, there's nothing to see here." If we're both this bored, wouldn't looking at each other be even more boring?

Cao Gui and his companion skipped class and returned to their villa in New Jersey. Yesterday, finding it too troublesome, they went to their villa on Long Island, where Cao Gui had originally been practicing his domineering aura using water pressure.