A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

A few hours later, the plane was inspected and refueled, and the father and daughter were notified that they could fly.

However, at that moment, Brian's phone rang.

"Hey?"

“Brian, you’re in Paris, right? We need your help with something.”

Brian: "..."

……

A few hours ago.

Fuxue Chinese Restaurant.

Cao Gui took a sip of the Erguotou in his cup, picked up a peanut and chewed it slowly. Hmm... it didn't taste like much.

It's not that these two items are bad; they are genuine Chinese products, and the packaging is in Chinese. They were brought over by the same waiter.

Cao Gui carefully checked the food to make sure it hadn't been spiked before eating it.

But Cao Gui usually eats Erguotou with peanuts with his former roommates; he can't really taste the flavor when he's alone.

This restaurant is indeed a bit unusual. Besides the waiters always trying to feed themselves medicine, the most important thing is that there isn't a single security camera here, not even inside or outside the restaurant.

Based on these two findings, it can be basically confirmed that this restaurant was set up by a group of drug dealers.

"It must be for laundering money," Cao Gui thought. There was once a talented man named Pablo who ran a taxi company that earned millions a day. Although the taxis only had three old cars, it didn't affect his daily income of millions of dollars.

Whether others believed it or not, Pablo believed it.

Seeing this, the local government, unable to fight back or drive them away, had no choice but to accept it.

"Hey waiter, how do you say 'egg' in Chinese?" the familiar-looking bald white man called out.

Cao Gui narrowed his eyes slightly. If he remembered correctly, this person should be a disgusting Langley agent. He, Cao, had accidentally entered another plot.

"I'm sorry, sir, I'm not from China. I'm a fourth-generation French-Chinese, born in Bristol, and I don't speak Chinese," the waiter replied, his eyes still brimming with tears after meeting Cao Gui, a fellow countryman.

However, the bald white man suddenly grabbed his collar, pulled him onto the table, and pulled out a white Sig Sauer P226 pistol, pressing it against the waiter's forehead.

"Alright, let me see if you really can't speak Chinese." The bald white man grinned maliciously.

"Oh my God!" The young man accompanying him, dressed in a suit and looking like an official, was startled.

"Hey buddy, calm down, he's just a waiter, what the hell are you doing?"

"Oh? Is that so?" the bald white man chuckled strangely.

"Then have him order some desserts for me. I want Pakistani-style Chinese desserts! Give them to me now, or I'll kill you!"

Not far away, Cao Gui sighed helplessly. It seemed he wouldn't be able to eat his poached chicken!

"No...no desserts, only...only fortune cookies..." the waiter replied, trembling and in a wailing voice.

"And...and butter pastries, across the street..."

"No, no, no~~" The bald white man shook his big head:

"I want to smell something that will make me feel good, and it's in powder form."

Not far away, Cao Gui raised an eyebrow. As expected of Lanli, although he smelled terrible, he had a sharp eye.

"Get your guns out! Things are bad over there!"

A few broken Chinese words were spoken, and another waiter ran out of the kitchen carrying a submachine gun and fired.

However, the bald white man reacted quickly, suddenly flipping the table for cover and pulling the trigger of his gun.

Boom!

The Chinese man with the gun fell to the ground instantly.

"Ahhh-"

"Help! Someone's shooting!"

"Run away!"

"..."

As soon as the gunshot rang out, screams erupted throughout the restaurant, and everyone panicked and desperately tried to escape.

At that moment, a Chinese cashier pulled out a submachine gun and opened fire next to the checkout counter.

However, the bald white man had already pulled Cao Gui's "fellow villager" behind a pillar, but the bullet hit the pillar, sending shrapnel flying.

However, the bald man peeked out from another direction and fired two shots, killing the cashier.

"This is quite a skill," Cao Gui said, his eyes gleaming. Using the table, pillars, and the hostages in his hands as cover, he easily took down two men carrying submachine guns.

At that moment, another person ran out of the kitchen, wearing a chef's robe, but still holding a submachine gun.

The bald man used the same trick again, slipping behind a pillar and shooting from another direction, easily taking down the chef.

Cao Gui shook his head. A bunch of useless trash, going up one by one to their deaths, like the Calabash Brothers saving their grandfather, not making any use of their numerical or equipment advantage.

They're just a bunch of drug dealers; it's understandable that they're a bit useless.

Bang bang bang!

Bang bang bang!

Gunshots rang out again, and the bald white man deftly wielded his Sig Sauer P226, each shot resulting in a fatality.

In no time, four waiters, two cooks, and a cashier—seven lives in total—were taken by the bald white man.

The bald white man led his "fellow countrymen" to their feet slowly. The noisy restaurant fell silent; all the guests had been frightened away by the gunfight.

Of course, Cao Gui is an exception.

"Are you alright?" the bald white man asked, addressing the young man who was traveling with him.

The young man's face turned pale, and he nodded with difficulty.

The bald white man chuckled strangely, grabbed the "fellow villager" from his hand, and demanded:

Where is Dong XZ?

"I...I don't know what you're talking about," the villager replied pitifully.

"Huh? You still won't talk?" The bald white man thrust the gun at the "fellow villager's" face.

Instantly, the scorching hot gun barrel from the battle burned a small circle on his face.

"Ah—! Spare me!"

"Answer my question!"

"I...I really don't know what you're talking about!"

“Okay, I have plenty of ways…wait, what?” The bald white man was taken aback. There was actually another person in the restaurant, and he was Chinese.

"Heh heh, so you had accomplices after all." The bald white man grinned maliciously, turning his gun towards Cao Gui's head.

"You're finished, kid," the bald white man sneered.

"Oh, by the way, I have a question for you. In your language, how do you say 'egg'?"

His words were full of the triumphant air of a victor.

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Chapter 71 I need to borrow someone from you

"Not bad." Cao Gui grinned.

"Of course, you have excellent taste." The bald white man paused for a moment, then chuckled.

“Sig Sauer P226X-FIVELW, a competition pistol, which I have modified a lot.”

The bald white man was extremely proud and continued, "I improved the aiming device and increased the magazine capacity to nineteen rounds."

"She is my most beloved 'wife,' only death can separate us, mua~~ ah!"

As he spoke, he gave P226 a big kiss.

"Okay, enough chit-chat, time to get down to business." The bald white man's face turned serious, and he shoved the gun to Cao Gui's forehead.

"Now, tell me what I want to know."

Cao Gui frowned. Metals have relatively low specific heat capacity, so heat comes in quickly and dissipates quickly, but even so, the temperature at the muzzle of the gun was still unpleasant.

On the other side, the "fellow villager" who had been released was then held to the head by another gun.

It was that young white man.

“Buddy, I have nothing to do with them, we just ate together…” Cao Gui said, “Besides, I hate it when someone puts a gun to my head.”

"Ha! You think I'd believe that, you yellow-skinned kid?" The bald white man sneered. "With your skin color here, you actually say you have nothing to do with them?"

"I'm waiting for my poached chicken... You should take the gun down now." Cao Gui's face twitched slightly as he suppressed his anger.

However, to everyone's surprise, the bald man tapped Cao Gui on the head with his gun and laughed:

"What if I don't? What will you do then?"

Cao Gui's eyes turned cold. He reached out and grabbed the gun in an instant with his right hand, and then punched him hard in the liver area with his left fist.

One punch and his liver explodes!

The bald white man instantly turned pale and collapsed.

"Oh, shit!"

The white youth cried out in alarm and, without thinking, pulled the trigger on Cao Gui.

Boom!

Two bullets whistled through the air and struck Cao Gui's head.

Six Styles - Paper Drawing!

Cao Gui swayed as two bullets grazed his nose, but his face remained incredibly grim.

There's no need to hold back anymore. He's a disgusting agent named Langley anyway, just kill him!

He turned the muzzle of his Sig Sauer P226 and pulled the trigger. With two "bangs," two bullets were fired, hitting the white youth directly in the abdomen.