A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

If Cao Gui were here, he would find that these two people are acquaintances: Sitwell and Rumlow, the Hydra themselves.

“Sir, I’m just an operative, I’m not good at this kind of mission,” Rumlow said, frowning. He had finally gotten a few days off, but before he could even finish his drink, he was called back.

“Rumlow, the person we need to investigate is someone who can defeat Patton, and I can’t find a suitable person other than you.”

Sitwell said expressionlessly, but in his heart he cursed Nick Fury's immediate family a thousand times... Oh, I almost forgot, the mud dog has no biological father, so he can't curse him.

Sitwell's face twitched slightly. That bastard Nick Fury knew perfectly well that the other party could defeat Hawkeye, yet he still sent him to investigate. It was obvious that he wanted to get rid of him.

When Sitwell received this mission, he almost lost his temper, but he couldn't disobey orders, so he had no choice but to accept it. However, he wasn't one to be trifled with. He found his true superior, Pierce, and transferred Rumlow over to him, adding another layer of protection for himself.

Nick Fury's behavior seemed highly targeted, leading Sitwell to wonder if his identity had been leaked.

In reality, Nick Fury was simply reluctant to let his trusted men take risks, which is why he gave this "outsider," Sitwell, this difficult task.

Hill, who was stationed at headquarters, was his right-hand man, and Coulson was reluctant to use him. Natasha and Gatler were on missions, so after looking around, only Sitwell, who had just started his vacation, seemed to be the most suitable option for a longer or shorter period of time.

The fact that they found out is good for Patton, as it allows him to focus on investigating Langley's "super soldier" program.

If they can't find out anything and he gets killed, then I can legitimately promote my favorite subordinates, further weakening Pierce's power within S.H.I.E.L.D.

Win-win!

Nick Fury felt like he was on the fifth level this time.

As the two stepped into the building, a burnt smell hit them, and traces of corpses could be seen on the ground.

Sitwell wandered around aimlessly, not knowing where to begin. There were no security cameras, all the footprints had been washed away by water and burned, and the fire department had also cleaned them up.

Apart from some scraps, there was nothing here.

“Sir, there’s a basement over there,” Rumlow said.

Sitwell glanced around and found that the fire in the basement was not very serious.

"Fine, let's go in and take a look. If it really doesn't work out, we'll just try to fool them," Sitwell sighed.

……

"August 5th, sunny weather. The two reefs in front of me were beautiful in the sunlight, but I wasn't happy at all because I knew that a storm was coming soon, and they, like us, were victims of the storm..."

Inside the Siche Manor, Jia Fulian read aloud from her great-great-grandfather's diary to Cao Gui.

Cao Gui has decided to help Jia Fulian, and his goal is naturally to find those bronze heads. No one in the Celestial Empire can resist the temptation of finding the bronze heads.

Cao Gui remembered that there were snake heads and sheep heads in the original work, and it would be best to find these things as soon as possible.

Of course, Cao Gui isn't a professional, so he might not be able to find them. If all else fails, he can try contacting Big Nose and his group. Since they know their faces and names, they should be able to find them easily.

Ring ring~

Just then, Catherine's phone rang. Catherine apologized and went outside to answer the call.

Cao Gui ignored her and continued to study the oil painting left by Catherine's ancestor and the diary he had just translated.

It must be said that the French have as much artistic talent as they have a knack for surrendering.

These oil paintings are highly artistic, depicting the sunrise at sea with remarkable realism, rivaling even those captured by a camera.

"Cao, I have something to do at the Paris police station," Catherine said, bringing back a maid. "She can continue translating for you."

"okay, I get it."

Cao Gui said without looking up, then pondered for a moment and pulled out a map, drawing the approximate route of the "Immortal" based on the voyage log.

Cao Gui had never searched for treasure before, but he knew one thing: he had to narrow down the search area little by little.

Based on the ship's speed and the dates recorded in the diary, Cao Gui narrowed down the search area to the Java Sea region.

"Huh? This place..."

Upon seeing this, Cao Gui frowned. Borneo was right next to Kalimantan Island, so it was very convenient.

Cao Guiyuan's original plan was to track down the group of drug dealers, but the trail went cold in the Japanese underworld, so he had no choice but to give up.

They were planning to take the girl to a safe place before heading to Borneo, but unexpectedly, their two targets bumped into each other.

No wonder so many of the pirates in the original story were Asian, from Southeast Asia to Northeast Asia, and they could speak all sorts of languages.

The problem is, the Java Sea is quite large, so where should we start in this vast ocean?

"...As evening fell and the sun set, we all started to miss home," the maid read aloud.

"Among them, there was a silly crew member who said that his child would go to sleep at nine o'clock at night and was already asleep. He really wanted to hold his child and fall asleep."

“I am heartbroken because I also want to fall asleep with my child and wife, but I am stranded on the island and cannot go home.”

"But one of the crew members refuted this, saying that this was the other side of the world, and the time here was six hours ahead of home. His child might be working as an apprentice in a carpenter's shop, exhausted to the point of death."

"I hate this rude man. He interrupted my sweet reverie. If I could go to sea again, I would never let this man on my ship..."

The maid kept reciting, but it was all a string of nonsense, without a single useful piece of information.

Cao Gui rubbed his face. Sure enough, I'm not a professional.

Just then, Catherine returned.

"Cao, any progress?" Catherine asked.

“No.” Cao Gui shook his head: “I can only roughly guess that it’s in the Java Sea area.”

"I see..." Catherine looked disappointed.

“I just went to the police station. There are a few Chinese people who need me to testify because of the Pinault family’s bronze head.”

"They're just as interested in the bronze head as you are. Should we ask them for help?"

Upon hearing this, Cao Gui was taken aback. Was this the start of the plot? Had Big Nose and the others already arrived in Paris?

After thinking for a moment, Cao Gui said, "Let's invite you again in a couple of days. I'll see if you can find any more clues."

“Okay, then let’s wait a while,” Catherine said with a shrug.

"Huh?" Cao Gui suddenly had a flash of inspiration; Catherine's word "time" seemed to have enlightened him.

Cao Gui snatched the diary from the maid's hand, pointed to the passage he had just read, and said:

"Catherine, translate this passage."

Catherine didn't understand, but she still translated the French into English as Cao Gui requested.

"Six hours faster than home?" Cao Gui suddenly had a direction. Paris is in the Eastern Time Zone 1. Six hours faster would mean Eastern Time Zone 7, between 97.5 and 112.5 degrees east longitude.

Combining this with the previously obtained information about the Java Sea, the area suddenly becomes much smaller.

If we just keep looking for those two landmark-like rocks on the ground, we should be able to find them soon!

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Chapter 77 The Discovery of Sitwell

Upon hearing Cao Gui's words, Catherine's eyes lit up with excitement:

"Really!?"

“Great! Let’s go, let’s go find my great-grandfather now!”

As she spoke, she hurriedly ran out, but Cao Gui grabbed her arm: "Madam, aren't you already bankrupt? How can we find you?"

Upon hearing this, Catherine's face stiffened. Oh right, I don't have any money.

The entire castle has been mortgaged to the bank; it belongs to the bank now, and I have no money at all.

Thinking of this, Catherine pouted and almost burst into tears.

Seeing her like this, Cao Gui couldn't help but laugh. Penniless and still wanting to go to sea? Does she think she's Luffy?

"Can you help me find someone to work in finance?" Cao Gui asked.

"What?" Catherine sniffed, still lost in her grief.

"Money laundering," Cao Gui said. After all, she used to be quite wealthy; surely Jiafulian couldn't possibly be completely without connections?

"Money laundering!?" Catherine was startled.

"I've taken out all the money from the Japanese Yakuza. After it's been laundered, we'll use this money to set off and find the Immortal."

Upon hearing this, Catherine's disappointment vanished instantly, replaced by joy: "No problem, my dad has a friend who can help. I'll get in touch with him for you!"

As she spoke, she hurriedly ran outside, and this time, Cao Gui did not stop her.

……

The basement of the neon-lit building in the 10th arrondissement of Paris.

Sitwell and Rumlow pulled out a ledger from a hidden compartment. When they opened it, they found it was full of information about what the Japanese yakuza had done: selling toy powder, trafficking women, and burglarizing artwork, among other things.

Sitwell and Rumlow exchanged a glance, feeling extremely uncomfortable. They were indeed Hydra, but Hydra's funding came from grants to S.H.I.E.L.D. from the five major mobile weapons dealers.

They didn't know about the other Hydra leaders; perhaps there were even more disgusting ones, but the leaders Silvert and Rumlow belonged to didn't need this kind of work.

“These people really deserved to die,” Rumlow said, frowning.

However, Sitwell ignored him and stared at an organization called "Lilith Club" in the ledger. This club had actually allocated one million US dollars to this yakuza organization.

"Sir?" Rumlow asked, puzzled.

Sitwell said in a deep voice, "Rumlow, get me the information about this organization."

Upon hearing this, Rumlow didn't dare to be negligent. He took out his phone and quickly retrieved the club's information.

“The one behind it all is the El Labs…” Sitwell murmured.

“Sir, I don’t quite understand,” Rumlow said, frowning.

Sitwell patted the ledger and said in a deep voice:

"This Lilith Club is actually a gathering place for perverts. They are all a group of rich people. The Lilith Club provides them with the greatest possible bizarre stimulation: the torture and killing of humans!"

"Anyone who is a member of this club can spend money to buy someone in the club and then abuse and humiliate them at will until the abuser is satisfied or the victim dies."

Upon hearing this, Rumlow frowned:

"Although it is brutal, this kind of thing is very common and should not be under the jurisdiction of S.H.I.E.L.D."

“I know,” Sitwell said.

"But behind this club is the Al Labs, a Los Angeles-based lab that researches blood rheology and blood clotting. And the owner of this lab is..."