A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

Cao Gui scratched his head, feeling a little uneasy. Could it be that I am really good at the Jian'an style and the legacy of Cao Cao?

That shouldn't be happening!

But upon closer reflection, it does seem to make sense. The HK P30 he uses is Bullseye's favorite gun, the Tokarev is Butcher's favorite gun, and there's also an ivory-grip revolver in his [system inventory], which is another assassin's favorite gun.

However, I rarely use the Beretta 92F that I bought myself.

Can this...this...can it be changed back? Cao Gui broke out in a cold sweat, sensing something was wrong.

At that moment, five people walked out of the building in front of them: four Asians and one white man. The five looked like hooligans, carrying baseball bats and talking incoherently.

Cao Gui raised an eyebrow. It wasn't Chinese, but Japanese. Although he, Cao, had never formally studied Japanese and couldn't understand its meaning.

However, with so many teaching materials available to teachers, including those for infantry and cavalry, it's still possible to distinguish between different languages.

Tap tap tap, someone was knocking on his car window. The five men surrounded Cao Gui's car.

They've come with ill intentions!

Cao Gui raised an eyebrow and put away the P226 pistol.

"Get off!" one of them said in English.

Cao Gui chuckled, opened the door, and got out of the car. He wanted to see what these Japanese people, who were living comfortably, were up to.

"Is there something you need?" Cao Gui asked with a smile.

The man pulled out a bag of white powder, shook it, and grinned:

"Take out all your valuables and exchange them for this bag, including your car keys, and then you can get lost."

"What if I refuse?"

The man chuckled, pulled out a butterfly knife and swung it around rapidly, while the four men behind him raised iron baseball bats.

Cao Gui's eyes turned cold. He reached out and snatched the knife, gripping it tightly. Then, he lightly touched the ground with his feet, his figure flashing, and in the blink of an eye, he disappeared among the group.

"Giggle...giggle..."

Behind them, five people stood frozen, clutching their necks desperately, their faces flushed crimson.

Cao Gui used the end of his knife to smash their Adam's apples. The Adam's apples descended and pressed down on the epiglottis, causing tracheal obstruction. In three or four minutes at most, they would suffocate and die.

Cao Gui dropped the butterfly knife and walked directly into the building from which these people had come.

As soon as you enter, there is a tall spiral staircase, and you can faintly hear music coming from upstairs.

Cao Gui took out his HK P30, attached a silencer, and then slowly walked towards the direction of the music.

Surprisingly, there wasn't a single person along the way, indicating that security here was extremely lax.

Cao Gui arrived at a half-open doorway, from which the music was coming from.

Cao Gui quietly pushed the door open and was about to raise his gun to shoot when he discovered that the people dancing inside were actually a group of children.

Wearing a cheongsam to dance like a geisha looks completely out of place.

They look like they're having a party.

The room was dimly lit. A middle-aged, balding Asian man sat at the head of the table, flanked by men and women, sitting neatly in two rows.

It is obvious that they are imitating the way guests are treated in ancient China.

Cao Gui's eyes turned cold. He took out a mask, put it on, and slowly approached.

……

In the main seat, the leader of the gang had an iron face, never smiled, and stood ramrod straight, watching the dance without moving.

At that moment, a gun barrel was pressed against his waist, making him freeze.

"Let the children and the woman leave. I have some questions for you."

Cao Gui's English softly rang in his ears. The middle-aged man, half-balding, stiffened his neck and turned his head to see a white mask.

"Kid, I don't know who you are, but I have fifty gunmen here," the middle-aged, balding man said in a low, cold voice.

Can you afford to play this game?

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Chapter 73 Enemy Surprise Attack

click!

Cao Gui didn't speak, but silently pried open the hammer of the HK P30.

Speaking of the HK P30, many people may not be familiar with it. To put it another way, the big, black pistol in John Wick's hand is the HK P30, except that John Wick has a muzzle compensator, while Cao Gui has a suppressor.

This gun is a typical single- or double-action hybrid trigger; it can be fired by simply pulling the trigger without turning the hammer, but this action is more of a threat.

As the hammer is pulled down, the trigger becomes sensitive, and it is easy to pull the trigger by simply placing your finger on it.

"Go back."

The balding middle-aged man's face turned slightly pale. He waved his hand gently, signaling the child and woman to leave. At that moment, all eyes in the room turned to Cao Gui.

Instantly, the previously cheerful atmosphere turned tense.

The women dared not delay and pulled their children away one after another. As the last child left, the men present immediately reached for their waists.

Puff puff!

Without hesitation, Cao Gui fired instantly. At such close range, several people died instantly from headshots.

Immediately, the few people who were itching to do something had no choice but to obediently withdraw their hands.

"Tell me, who is the person supplying you with these goods?"

Cao Gui asked casually, "Whether it's the restaurant or this place, they are both located in the heart of French chicken, so they can't be the producers, they can only be the distributors."

Cao Gui decided to follow this lead and see how many more drug dealers there were.

"I don't know what you're talking about?" the balding middle-aged man replied coldly.

puff!

A middle-aged man who looked a few years younger than the balding middle-aged man suddenly had his head explode.

The balding middle-aged man's eyes widened, his gaze blazing with fury, as if he had a good relationship with this person.

"If you don't talk, I'll keep killing." Cao Gui's words rang out coldly.

"Eight road rollers!" the balding middle-aged man cursed through gritted teeth.

“Listen, sir,” the balding middle-aged man said, barely suppressing his anger, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just an ordinary businessman, I don’t have any suppliers as you’re talking about.”

"Secondly, you have already broken the law. I demand that you immediately lay down your weapon, repent, and prepare to reform and start anew."

"Finally, sir, you have killed a total of six people. Even if the Paris court does not sentence you to death, it will sentence you to life imprisonment. Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, and you may be able to get a chance for parole!"

The balding middle-aged man rambled on and on, trying to persuade Cao Gui to surrender, but the problem was... this didn't sound like something a powerful figure in the underworld would say.

Cao Gui narrowed his eyes. Was he trying to stall for time?

The thought had barely formed when a series of footsteps came from the stairwell.

"Kid, you're finished!" the balding middle-aged man sneered. "My men have already begun their reinforcements; you're not getting out of here!"

"I'll give you a chance to honor yourself. Commit seppuku, and I'll be your second!"

puff!

The balding middle-aged man's head instantly exploded. Cao Gui sneered, "Idiot, do you really think that fifty-odd people are guaranteed to win?"

Upon seeing their leader dead, the others, knowing they could not escape, steeled themselves and prepared to draw their guns and fire.

However, Cao Gui was not about to let them have their way. With the advantage of striking first, Cao Gui fired his pistol in quick succession, instantly taking the lives of all of them.

Meanwhile, the group of yakuza members had also arrived.

Cao Gui raised his hand and grabbed the Bernelli M4, which appeared. He then pulled the trigger towards the door.

Boom boom boom!

The No. 12 shotgun shells were fired, and the swarming yakuza members suffered heavy casualties in a single encounter.

Cao Gui then threw out a few more grenades. After the explosions, the corridor quieted down, but the noise resumed shortly afterward.

There were quite a few people. Cao Gui frowned, took out the Winchester M1897 from his [System Backpack], and walked out over the blood that had been spilled all over the ground.

boom!

The Winchester M1897 was fired instantly, and the yakuza members who were still climbing the stairs in the narrow stairwell collapsed headfirst.

Cao Gui kept moving his hands, holding the trigger tightly, and then quickly pushed and pulled the slide.

Boom boom boom!

The magazine was emptied instantly, and now no one could stand and talk anymore.

Hey~

[The host has eliminated the Parisian yakuza organization, completing a "Protect the Territory and Protect the People" mission. Reward: 8000 Merit Points, 4000 Experience Points.]

Hey~

【Justice Naval System (Supporting Every Naval Soldier with a righteous heart)】

[Soldier's Name: Cao Gui (Naval Corporal, Swordsman Apprentice)]

[Merit Points: 41645; Experience Points: 34095/50000]

[Taoist Power Value: 205 (A standard reflecting combat power, not a factor determining combat power)]

Hearing the notification in his mind, Cao Gui shook his neck. Japanese people, he, Cao, had wanted to kill them for a long time!

After flicking the gunpowder smoke off the muzzle, Cao Gui put the Winchester M1897 back into his [system inventory] and strode back into his room.

We killed them too quickly and didn't get any specific information about the supplier. We'll have to keep looking and see if we can find any more information.

Clang!

However, at that moment, the glass window shattered instantly, and a person rappelled in through the window.

He raised his Glock and pulled the trigger directly at Cao Gui!

Bang bang bang bang!