Admiral in the Marvel Universe

"Dad, you are finally here!"

In a hotel in Paris, Kem threw himself into Brian's arms, tears streaming down his face.

"Kam..."

Brian hugged his daughter tightly and patted her on the back lightly, rejoicing in his heart that despite being kidnapped, his daughter was unscathed.

After a while, Kem let go of his father.

"Dad, let's go back to Los Angeles instead of Paris..." Kem sniffled.

"Okay." Brian nodded.

"Then let's wait for Amanda to wake up, and then go back to Los Angeles together."

Brian looked at Amanda on the bed beside him, and frowned slightly. His child knew a bad girl, and he would be uncomfortable putting it on anyone.

"Dad, don't blame Amanda, I..., well, it is indeed her fault." Kem wanted to defend Amanda, but all the faults were indeed caused by Amanda.

If she hadn't revealed the information about the two of them without a bottom line, if she hadn't insisted on dragging herself to the apartment instead of staying in Stuart's hotel, then all this would not have happened.

"Then your friendship with her will end here." Brian said, "Now we can set off to go back. I'm taking Stuart's private jet, and I can take her with me, and I can also get a drip."

"Okay, let's go now." Kem said.

With that said, Kem packed up quickly, and Brian made a phone call to get the private jet ready to take off again.

A few hours later, the inspection of the plane was completed, the fuel tank was filled up, and the father and daughter were notified that they could fly.

But at this moment, Brian's cell phone rang.

"Hey?"

"Brian, are you in Paris? We need your help with something."

Brian: "..."

...

hours ago.

Fuxue Chinese Restaurant.

Cao Gui took a sip of the Erguotou in his cup, picked up a drunkard peanut and chewed slowly, um...no taste.

It's not that these two things are bad, they are authentic domestic products, and the packaging is in Chinese, which was delivered by the waiter just now.

Cao Gui checked it carefully to make sure that no food was added before he ate it with confidence.

But Erguotou with peanuts, Cao Gui usually eats it with his former roommates, and it really doesn't taste like a single person.

This restaurant is indeed a bit unusual, except that the waiter always finds a way to feed himself medicine, and the most important point is that there is no camera here, not only inside the restaurant, but also outside the restaurant.

After investigating these two points, it is basically certain that this restaurant was run by a group of drug dealers.

It should be used for laundering black and white money, Cao Gui thought to himself, once there was a talent named Pablo, he opened a taxi company with a daily income of one million, although the taxi only had three old cars, but Does not affect his daily income of millions of dollars.

Believe it or not, Pablo did

Seeing this, the local government couldn't fight or drive away, so they could only pinch their noses and admit it.

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

Cao Gui's eyes narrowed slightly. If I remember correctly, this person should be a foul-smelling Langley agent. He, Cao, accidentally entered a certain plot again.

"I'm sorry sir, I'm not from China. I'm the fourth generation of Chinese in France. I was born in Bristol, so I can't speak Chinese." The waiter with tears in his eyes replied when he met his hometown Cao Gui just now.

However, the bald white man suddenly grabbed his collar, grabbed him and pressed him to the table, then directly pulled out a white SIG Sauer P226 pistol, and pointed it at the waiter's forehead.

"Okay, then let me see if I really can't speak Chinese." The bald white man grinned.

"Oh! My God!" The young man who was walking with him, dressed in a suit and looking like an official, was startled:

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

"Oh? Really?" The bald white man said with a strange smile:

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

Not far away, Cao Gui sighed helplessly, it seemed that he couldn't eat his white chicken!

"No... no dessert, only... only fortune cookies..." the waiter trembled and replied in a mournful voice:

"There's...and puff pastry, across the... across the street..."

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

"I'm going to smell something to put me in a good mood, and it's in powder form."

Not far away, Cao Gui frowned. As expected of Langley, although he stinks, his eyes are vicious.

"Get out the gun! It's over there!"

Some blunt Chinese sounded, and another waiter ran out of the back kitchen with a submachine gun, raised the gun and shot.

However, the bald-headed white man reacted quickly, flipped the table over to cover him, raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

bang bang!

The Chinese with the gun fell to the ground in an instant.

"Ahhhh—"

"Help, someone is shooting!"

"Run away!"

"..."

As soon as the gunshot rang out, there were screams in the restaurant, and everyone was in a mess, trying to escape.

At this time, beside the cash register, the cashier of Chinese descent pulled out a submachine gun and fired.

However, the bald white man had already dragged Cao Gui's "villager" back to the pillar, but the bullet hit the pillar, sending fine particles flying.

However, the bald man poked his head from another direction and shot twice, killing the cashier.

This skill is not bad, Cao Gui's eyes flickered, using the table, pillars, and the hostages in his hands as cover, he easily killed two people with submachine guns.

At this time, another person ran out from the back kitchen, wearing a chef's robe, but still holding a submachine gun in his hand.

The bald man repeated his trick, dodging back behind the pillar and shooting from the other direction, easily knocking down the chef.

Cao Gui shook his head, a group of wastes went up one by one to give away their heads, just like the gourd baby saving grandpa, they didn't give full play to their advantages in numbers and equipment.

It's just a group of drug dealers, and waste is reasonable at all.

bang bang bang!

bang bang bang!

Another series of gunshots rang out, and the Sig Sauer P226 in the hands of the bald white man flipped dexterously, and all the people pointed at by the guns disappeared.

In a short while, four waiters, two chefs, and a cashier, seven people were all killed by the bald white man.

The bald white man led the "villager" to stand up slowly from the ground. The noisy restaurant was silent, and all the guests had been scared away by the gunfight just now.

Of course, except for Cao Gui.

"Are you okay?" asked the bald white man, who was asking the young man who was walking with him.

The young man turned pale and nodded reluctantly.

The bald white man laughed strangely, grabbed the "old man" in his hand and asked:

"Where did you put Dong XZ?"

"I... I don't know what you're talking about." The fellow replied pitifully.

"Huh? Why don't you say it?" The bald white man shot the gun, and it was printed on the face of the "villager".

Immediately, the scorching hot barrel of the battle burned a small circle on his face in an instant.

"Ah! Please forgive me!"

"answer my question!"

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

"Okay, I have a lot of solutions... Huh?" The bald white man was stunned, and there was actually another person in the restaurant, and he was a fucking Chinese.

"Hey, so there are accomplices." The bald white man grinned, and turned his gun, pointing at Cao Gui's head.

"You're finished kid." The bald white man said with a weird smile:

"Oh, by the way, let me ask you a question. In your language, how do you say 'egg'?"

The words are full of the triumphant gesture of the winner.