A Marine Admiral in the Marvel Universe

"Hmm... I'll have to meet him for dinner sometime to thank him for helping my daughter," George added insincerely. As for when he'd have time, don't ask; he'd just say he's busy with work.

……

Textile factory number 17 in the suburbs of North Bergen.

The Brotherhood's assassins huddled together. Sloan lifted the white sheet covering a corpse and said slowly, "I'm sorry, gentlemen, another of our comrades has been killed by a traitor."

Everyone stared at Mr. X, whose imagination had run wild, their faces grim. Perhaps in a few days, one of them would be lying there instead.

"Chief, we must do something," the gunsmith said in a deep voice. "We can't let Cross continue killing like this."

“I know, that’s why I called you here.” Sloan nodded and took out a photo of a scruffy young man in a blue jacket: “Firefox, go and bring him back.”

"Repairman, gunsmith, butcher, get ready to train the rookie."

"Yes, Chief!"

But the butcher frowned slightly; he still had a case involving a junior FBI agent whose fate was yet to be decided. He had so much to do.

……

Meanwhile, Cao Gui was downstairs receiving various gifts from the shopkeeper and preparing to begin his day of cultivation.

As for Gwen and his father, Cao Gui didn't care too much. Originally, according to the plan, his relationship with Gwen would have progressed further, and in a month or two, he would have confessed his feelings and naturally gotten together.

But the arrival of Director Stacy interrupted this development, nipping the budding romance between the two in the bud.

His relationship with Gwen became awkward; they couldn't be just friends, their friendship was getting too deep, but they couldn't be lovers either, their feelings hadn't reached that point.

Cao Gui wasn't too concerned about this; he had plenty of time to break the deadlock. For now, cultivation was the most important thing.

The next day, Cao Gui arrived at school. As he had expected, the relationship between the two became rather bland, and they did not have much interaction except for academic matters.

As time passed, Cao Gui settled into a simple yet fulfilling life, studying during the day and cultivating himself at night.

A week later, he had mastered the art of paper drawing, but the problem was that he had to consciously control it to achieve a state of complete control.

The reason he was able to cultivate so quickly was largely due to the fact that the information inputted into his brain by the system contained the cultivation experience of many experts, such as CP9's Owl, Bruno, and Lucci. Their experience was of great help to him.

By the second week of his training, he was using paper drawing for longer and longer periods of time. Although he still experienced exhaustion, if he controlled it rhythmically, he should be able to sustain himself through a battle.

A month later, he had basically mastered the art of paper drawing. Apart from lacking practical experience and being unable to change his body shape, the other issues were no longer a problem.

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Chapter 9 Determining Fate

Inside the apartment, Cao Gui stood on the floor with his right arm outstretched, the muscles of his bare arm undulating like waves.

A gentle breeze blew in from outside the window, brushing against his muscles like ripples on water, creating layers of waves. After a moment, Cao Gui stopped using the "paper drawing".

"It still doesn't work."

Cao Gui shook his head. He had tried to soften his bones many times, but he still couldn't do it. Forcing it would only hurt him, so he had to give up.

After failing so many times, Cao Gui probably knew why. The reason was simple: his physical strength was insufficient.

Softening bones can cause some damage to the body, but if the body is strong enough, the damage will be within an acceptable range. In addition, with the healing technique "Life Return", the body will not be injured.

The problem is that Cao Gui is not yet capable of achieving that level.

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

[Soldier's Name: Cao Gui (Naval Private First Class)]

[Merit Points: 145; Experience Points: 652/1000]

[Taoist Power Value: 97 (A standard reflecting combat power, not a factor determining combat power)]

After a month of cultivation, his Dao power finally approached 100. During this time, Cao Gui also went to Hell's Kitchen a few times to try his skills and gained some results.

But that was Kingpin and Daredevil's territory, so Cao Gui only practiced a little before returning, only scratching the surface and not engaging in large-scale monster hunting.

The alarm clock rang, and Cao Gui looked out the window. It was almost dawn; it was time to get ready for school.

Cao Gui cleaned up the leftover food scraps and remains from last night, then headed towards Midtown High School in New York. In the past month, through his own efforts and the help of the academically gifted Gwen, Cao Gui had made up for the grades that the original owner of the body had fallen behind, and even surpassed them.

During this time, Sitwell came back once and was naturally very happy to see Cao Gui's current grades, feeling that Cao Gui was more sensible than before.

Then, Cao Gui was given a new FBI badge, this time not an off-staff badge, but a genuine FBI badge.

Sitwell used the relationship between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the FBI to make Cao Gui a ghost employee of the FBI, with the same purpose as the previous unofficial personnel certificate: to give Cao Gui a protective umbrella.

But now this protective umbrella is clearly stronger. Cao Gui is now legally a real FBI agent, and he has the right to request cooperation, assistance, and combat personnel from FBIs in various locations.

Sitwell had only given Cao Gui a protective shield before, but now he has given Cao Gui a weapon to fight back. It has to be said that Sitwell really cherishes the original body to the extreme.

……

Midtown New York High School

"Hey, Cao!" Gwen skipped over to Cao Gui.

"Oh my gosh~, it's Gwen."

Plaid immediately looked exasperated: "Hey, what's with your weird verbal tic?"

"Haha, it's nothing." Cao Gui smiled like a righteous navy officer. "What can I do for you, dear Gwen?"

"I want to ask you what elective courses you're taking?" Gwen rolled her eyes, ignoring Cao Gui's form of address.

"Hmm... well..." Cao Gui stroked his chin. He had always been overshadowed by this girl in his studies; it was time to turn the tide.

"I'll choose a Chinese course, what will you choose?"

“Chinese?” Gwen’s two small, delicate eyebrows furrowed. “This course is so difficult.”

"Huh? Even Gwen, a top student, is afraid of difficulties?" Cao Gui teased Gwen.

“After the age of seven, it becomes very difficult for people to learn a language well, especially Chinese, which is known as one of the most difficult languages ​​in the world to learn,” Gwen said irritably.

"There's such a saying?" Cao Gui was shocked. He had studied for so long in nine years of compulsory education and hadn't felt that it was difficult. Chinese is not that difficult, but it's not easy to get a high score. However, it's not so easy to get a low score either.

“Of course,” Gwen said.

"Chinese characters are the oldest existing pictographic writing system in the world. Each Chinese character has three functions: phonetic, pictographic, and semantic. There are also Chinese characters with the same pronunciation but different characters, and the same character but different pronunciations."

"It can be said that learning Chinese is hundreds of times more difficult than learning English."

"???"

Cao Gui was completely bewildered. What was with his failing English grade back in school? Was it all a dream?

"Ahem." Seeing how mysterious she sounded, Cao Gui immediately composed himself: "Gwen, don't you want to challenge your weakness?"

"Look, Chinese class is so interesting, and the credits are so high, so there's no reason not to choose it! Besides, I'll study with you, and I can teach you, so what are you afraid of?"

"You?" Gwen asked in confusion, "I remember you've always lived in New York and have never been to China, have you?"

"Uh...yes." Cao Guitian shamelessly admitted it, then blatantly lied, "But even though I don't know how, I have a heart that loves learning!"

Ignoring Gwen's eye roll, Cao Gui pulled her to the office: "Come on, let's go register now."

……

In the Sloan office at Textile Mill No. 17, on the banks of the Hackensack River, in the suburbs of North Bergen.

The butcher stood respectfully before Sloan:

"Boss, what do you need me for? I'm currently preparing to follow the guidance of fate and go and judge that little FBI agent. I can't afford to be distracted by anything else."

The time I spent teaching Wesley almost drove him crazy with frustration. I had to hit Wesley hard, but I couldn't hit him too hard, lest I accidentally break his tendons. So, the butcher had to carefully look for the thickest flesh. During that time, he was practically a surgeon.

Sloan took a puff of his cigar, gently exhaled a smoke ring, and then waved his hand, signaling him to calm down:

"The reason I called you here is because of that little FBI agent."

As he spoke, Sloan took out a document and handed it to Butcher: "He's now a full member of the FBI, so your old tricks don't work anymore."

Butcher took a look and frowned. As one of the core members of the Brotherhood, he could also enter bullet time and use gunfighting, but he still preferred to use a knife, just like Cross preferred long-range sniping.

What he loved most was using his boning knife to slowly cut open the enemy's body, bleeding them little by little, until the enemy slowly walked towards death in endless despair and helplessness.

For the butcher, it was a bloody carnival.

In any case, the names given by the loom of fate are always those who deserve to die, and their deaths are not a pity.

But since the other party has changed from an "FBI non-staff member" to an "FBI official member," he can no longer follow the previous ruling method, otherwise it will provoke a crazy retaliation from the FBI.

"Then, Chief... what do you mean?"

“Disappeared,” Sloan said. “Never to be seen, dead or alive. You should know that under the federal constitution, if a body cannot be found, it cannot be considered murder, and the FBI will not come after us.”

The butcher's grimy beard twitched, somewhat reluctantly. It was too much trouble, not a method he was familiar with, and would consume a lot of his energy.

Sloan could naturally tell what he was thinking, and immediately took out another document: "This is the target's daily activity pattern."

Seeing that Sloan had gone to such lengths, the butcher could no longer refuse, so he silently took the documents and turned to leave.

Sloan watched the butcher leave, picked up Cao Gui's file and looked at it. FBI? College student? What a good kid, but I don't like him. I'd better get rid of him.

At that moment, a stunningly beautiful woman pushed open the door and walked in:

"leader."

“Oh, Firefox,” Sloan asked, “How’s that little Wesley doing?”

Firefox frowned slightly: "That kid is very weak. He spends almost 12 hours a day in the rehabilitation room. I even doubt whether he has the ability to help us."

However, Sloan laughed and said, "You're too impatient."

“Wesley is currently just passively accepting everything we arrange. We should change our approach and let him actively pursue power.”

Firefox thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Leader, I understand."

"Go down."

"Yes!"

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Chapter 10 The Sudden Assassination

Midtown College

Cao Gui walked out of the classroom with a toothache on his face. He had to admit that the Chinese classes in the United States were an eye-opener for him.

When class started, Cao Gui immediately sensed something was wrong. He was the only Asian in the class, while the teacher was a blond, blue-eyed foreigner. Can you imagine a foreigner teaching Chinese to a Chinese person?