A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

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Chapter 85 Sitwell is arrested!

"This..." Beth hesitated. The other party had just helped her, and refusing would be too much.

Cao Gui remained expressionless; he wanted to see just how far this woman could go.

A flicker of joy crossed Aksela's eyes; the fact that she hadn't directly refused meant there was still a chance.

"Please, Beth..." Aksera pleaded pitifully.

"Okay, we happen to have an empty seat, come on over."

"Thank you, girl." Aksella was overjoyed and gave Beth and Cao Gui cheek kisses. Of course, Whitney also received one, but she refused.

As night fell, a cacophony of singing, cursing, and shouting drifted in from outside the soft sleeper compartment, disturbing Beth, Cao Gui, and the others.

"Damn it, are all Italians like this?" Whitney suppressed her anger, her previously good mood instantly turning into an extremely bad one, wishing she could rush out and slap each and every one of the people outside.

"That's how it is on the train."

Cao Gui shrugged. It was pretty much the same in China a decade or so ago. There were many thieves and pickpockets. If you weren't careful, you could lose your valuables. Cao Gui had even heard that professional escort teams had been thwarted.

Of course, that's not the case now. Not to mention soft sleeper berths, even hard sleeper berths, apart from the unavoidable issue of smelly feet, there are no other strange problems anymore.

But... isn't this a developed country? How come the people here are less civilized than those in our developing country?

Beth and Aksera shrugged. "There's nothing we can do about it, is there?"

"So, are you going to Prague to watch the football match?" Aksela asked with a smile. She was wearing a silk slip dress, her shoulders and collarbone slightly exposed, exuding charm. Her eyes inadvertently swept over Cao Gui, the provocative intent obvious.

A faint, sweet fragrance emanated from her, refreshing and delightful.

Cao Gui's eyes lit up, but he looked tempted yet hesitant to act.

Of course, this was all an act. Everyone knows that Cao is not a womanizer, right?

Aksela smiled slightly, pulled up the blanket to cover herself, but not completely, leaving Cao Gui hanging there.

“I’m starting to think about going back to Los Angeles,” Whitney rolled her eyes, feeling extremely depressed.

“And you, Aksera, where are you traveling to?” Beth asked.

“It’s not a trip,” Aksera laughed. “It’s just a simple hot spring resort.”

"A hot spring resort?" Whitney immediately became interested. "Where is it?"

“Slovakia,” Aksela said with a smile.

"How are the hot springs there?" Whitney pressed.

“That’s the best hot spring in the world, and I go there twice a year,” Aksela said.

"Besides, there won't be any of those annoying Italians causing trouble there, which is reassuring."

“Wow, that sounds great,” Whitney said.

Cao Gui raised an eyebrow. This woman was interesting; she had managed to entice them to change direction with just a few words.

“Miss Beth, how about we change direction?” Whitney asked.

Beth took a deep breath, the noisy Italian voices still ringing in her ears. After a moment's thought, she slowly nodded: "Okay, let's go somewhere else. I've had enough of this awful weekend."

"Cao, what do you think?"

"No objection." Cao Gui shrugged, thinking it was a good opportunity to rack up some kills and make up for his merit points.

Aksela smiled and said, "It's very simple. Just go to Prague and then take one bus."

“Okay, let’s do it this way, let’s go to Slovakia.” Beth made the decision.

……

A dilapidated factory in Bratislava, Slovakia.

This is the Lilith Club's base, and also the clue they found at the El Labs last week.

If the information from Ayr Labs is correct, this is the research site for the "Super Soldier Project".

Sitwell and Rumlow carefully made their way to the heart of the Lilith Club, avoiding all the surveillance cameras. When they couldn't avoid it, they activated jammers to cover their movements.

Thanks to the vampires' arrogance, they look down on human technology, so the security facilities here are extremely backward. They are far behind not only S.H.I.E.L.D., but even compared to a typical military base.

Sitwell and his companion arrived at the club manager's office quickly and effortlessly.

The two exchanged a glance and quietly began searching through the documents. Soon, they found a document in the safe that read:

"The Reaper Project's architect: Makinosbayar"

Sitwell's face darkened, and he made several hand gestures to Rumlow.

Rumlow understood immediately, nodded slightly, and took out an assault rifle to begin his vigilance.

Sitwell immediately flipped through the document to examine it. The outline of the plan stated that the vampire elders wanted to create a "new vampire" that was unafraid of sunlight, garlic, and silver weapons, and had none of the vampire's weaknesses.

However, the plan also requires that the "new vampires" must retain their own strengths while eliminating the vampires' inherent weaknesses.

For example, the terrifying Embrace ability, superhuman physique, combat prowess, and the characteristic of feeding on human blood.

Sitwell's expression changed slightly. If vampires really solved their own weaknesses, it would be an absolutely catastrophic crisis for human society.

Sitwell took a deep breath, quickly photographed everything with his spy camera, and then swiftly put everything back in its place.

However, the lights suddenly dimmed, and Sitwell's face turned pale with shock. The lights came back on a moment later, but this time there were ten more people in the room.

"Damn it..."

Sitwell turned pale; he was doomed!

Five men and five women, led by a middle-aged woman carrying a huge scythe of death, the others were fully armed, their guns pointed at Sitwell and Rumlow.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.? I've been waiting for you for a long time!" The middle-aged woman with the scythe licked her lips and sneered.

As soon as he finished speaking, the two men beside him pulled out stun guns and fired, instantly knocking Sitwell and Rumlow unconscious. In fact, even without the stun guns, Sitwell and Rumlow were no match for the vampires.

When Sitwell woke up again, he found himself with his waist and arms strapped to a block of ice. The intense cold kept assaulting his body. If this continued, he would die of hypothermia in an hour or two.

Not only that, but Sitwell was also suspended by a rope around his neck to prevent him from suffocating, but his neck muscles were taut, like an animal waiting to be slaughtered.

"How are you? Are you alright?" Rumlow's voice rang out. Sitwell turned his head with difficulty, only to find that Rumlow's condition was the same as his own.

Not far in front of them, a middle-aged woman held a cup of human blood, took an elegant sip, and slowly said, "Tell me about S.H.I.E.L.D., and perhaps I can show mercy and grant you the Embrace."

Rumlow and Sitwell remained silent. In Hydra's dictionary, there was no word for surrender. It was either death in battle or execution by the organization!

Seeing the expressions on their faces, the middle-aged woman's interest waned, and she waved her hand, saying:

"Let's drag it away and use it for experiments..."

Two burly men came out, dragged Sitwell and Rumlow down, and took them into the basement.

Just then, a waiter ran over and whispered, "Sir, news has come from below that a virgin has been captured. Shall we begin our meal tonight?"

The middle-aged woman nodded: "Okay, go and make the arrangements."

"Yes!"

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Testimonials

It's going to be available for purchase soon, dear readers. It will be available on Friday, which is tomorrow at noon.

Let me first talk about tomorrow's update. Hmm... 10,000 words, five updates!

Dear readers, please don't rush to criticize Orange Cat. I know that five chapters on the first day of publication is very few, which is not in line with my style as a rough and unrefined person, where one chapter is longer than six.

But what I want to say is that starting from the second day after the book goes on sale, Orange Cat will update three chapters a day, plus the three chapters owed during the new book period, and the three extra chapters promised to readers for their donations.

In other words, for the next week, there will be 4 updates a day, with 8,000 words per day.

So, what do you think? Looking at it this way, don't I, the orange cat, have both longevity and endurance?

Asking for a first subscription isn't too much to ask, is it? Asking for monthly votes isn't too much to ask, is it?

In addition, the fact that this book was able to be published is inseparable from the support of the readers. Orange Cat is very grateful. For example, the first reader to vote for Orange Cat, Steady Deviation Value, is also the top voter for this book and has been consistently casting recommendation votes.

Also, there's lena2, the monthly ticket sponsor of this book; Jie Rui, the first reader to give a reward; and 201802282115359016, the first apprentice reader.

Of course, there are many, many more readers, but due to space limitations, I cannot list them all. I apologize for that.

Orange Cat has read every single one of your comments. Some are encouraging and praising Orange Cat, some are neutral and fair evaluations, and some are derogatory and disdainful. Orange Cat has read them all. Sometimes Orange Cat hides under the covers and reads the comments, chuckling to herself.

It must be said that the world's talents are unparalleled, with the readers possessing eight-tenths of that talent. I, the orange cat, am truly ashamed of my inferiority.

Of course, there were also those who deliberately argued, and three comments in particular left a deep impression on the orange cat:

"Why can such a stupid book be written on Qidian?"

"This kind of book can be categorized as 'good'? I could write better with my feet!"

"Sigh, the quality of Sanjiang is getting worse and worse. Even books written by idiots can be promoted. Qidian is beyond saving. It's just waiting to die!"

Orange cat: "..."

I know my writing is terrible... but isn't this assessment biased? I fought my way through a huge pool of recommendations, I'm pretty strong, okay? (whispering...)

Ahem... Getting back to the point, first of all, I need to thank my editor, Blu-ray.

One of the best editors, he was very polite to a nobody like me, and answered every question patiently, sometimes even replying instantly. I felt very valued.

Finally, authors need a lot of encouragement when writing books. The encouragement during the new book period is recommendations, and seeing the collection data increase every day is a great encouragement to Orange Cat.

But the new book period is over, and the recommendations are gone, so the encouragement has been replaced with subscriptions. With encouragement comes motivation, and with motivation comes the ability to continue writing in a better state.

So please, dear readers, subscribe to this post. I, the orange cat, thank you again.

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Chapter 86 An Unexplained Feeling of Panic (Seeking First Subscription!)

In Bratislava, Slovakia, next to a dilapidated factory, lies a quiet and beautiful town called Nolia.

The town is picturesque and quaint, with numerous Eastern European-style buildings standing among the trees, creating a stunning sight.

In the center of the town, Beth, Cao Gui, and two others chatted and laughed as they walked into an old building marked "hostel".

Upon entering, the interior was elegantly and luxuriously decorated, with an incredibly spacious area. Two girls who were sitting in front of the TV watching a movie immediately turned around to take a look.