The admiral in the Marvel world

Ding~

[The host completes a "Eliminate Evil" mission and is rewarded with 1,000 merit points and 500 experience points]

Ding~

[Congratulations to the host for reaching 1000 experience points and being promoted to Navy First Class.]

[Reward 500 merit points and distribute military supplies (military uniforms, flintlock guns, sabers, 30,000 Baileys)]

Cao Gui was stunned and immediately opened the system panel:

[Justice Navy System (helping every naval soldier with a righteous mind)]

[Soldier’s name: Cao Gui (First Class Marine)]

[Merit points: 1505 Experience points: 1050/5000]

[Power value: 102 (a standard that reflects combat effectiveness, rather than a factor that determines combat effectiveness)]

Looking at the refreshed system panel, Cao Gui breathed a sigh of relief. The harvest was not bad, but then again, this person turned out to be a member of the Brotherhood?

When did I mess with a frat?

Cao Gui frowned. If he remembered correctly, the current Brotherhood has been tampered with by Sloan and turned into his own assassination weapon.

So how did Cao Cao get targeted by Sloan? So much so that he sent a core killer who knew bullet time and gun fighting to assassinate him?

Cao Gui never thought that it was because of the loom. He didn't know when he became such a heinous person that he was on the list of the loom of fate.

So what should we do now? Cao Gui touched his chin. Sloan had suffered a big loss and would definitely not let it go. And he, Mr. Cao, was not a person who would not fight back after being beaten.

This situation must be recovered!

But the problem is that the copy of Brotherhood is a bit big, and he can't push it alone.

Even though Cao Gui and Butcher were equally powerful, and they relied on a character card with 140 merit points to completely defeat Butcher, in fact, it was Butcher who was careless.

If he hadn't walked out carelessly just now, but carefully relied on the geographical advantages to fight, once the character card time expired, it would be Cao Gui who died.

Moreover, the brotherhood has a large number of people, with hundreds of people, and the core killers are about 10 people. The time, place and people are not ideal. If it is forced...the income is not proportional to the expenditure.

Cao Gui gave up the idea of ​​storming into the enemy camp in a rage. He had a better idea: lure the snake out of its hole!

If a core killer dies, whether it is Sloan or the Brotherhood, one or two core killers will definitely come to investigate. After repeated investigations, they cannot avoid being their "target". When the time comes, they will close the net themselves.

when.

As for the other party sending a large number of manpower to deal with themselves... this possibility does not exist. Let's not say whether it is worth it. Even if they dare to fight openly and mobilize all their troops, it will play into Cao Gui's ambitions.

Don't forget that Mr. Cao is still an FBI and a second-generation snake. He has many ways to deal with these killers.

Suddenly, a shadow flashed on the ground at the door of the cold storage. Cao Gui's eyes suddenly turned cold and he picked up the Tokarev pistol that the butcher had dropped.

Damn fat man, you dare to scheme against me, you are so brave!

…

Outside the door, Fat Jeff paced anxiously. He heard several gunshots coming from inside, but he just didn't know what the outcome was. Was it the butcher or Cao who died?

The fat man shook his head. Cao was just a student and must have been finished.

The fat man thought for a while, gritted his teeth, and finally decided to go in and take a look. He had to deal with this matter as soon as possible, otherwise if someone found out that a dead person had appeared in his store, the consequences would be disastrous.

Bang bang bang, the fat man patted the half-closed cold storage door:

"Mr. Mark, this is Jeff. I want to ask if you have finished your work?"

"..."

All he got was silence.

"Mr. Mark?"

"..."

"Mr. Mark, can I come in?"

"..."

"Mr. Mark, I'm going in."

With that said, Fatty Leaf carefully pushed open the door of the cold storage and walked in. However, what caught his eye was the butcher's body.

"Oh, Shet..." Fatty exclaimed.

But at this moment, there was a "click", the sound of the hammer being snapped, and a cold muzzle hit the back of the fat man's head.

"Cao..." The fat man swallowed: "I didn't mean to harm you. It was that guy who forced me. I couldn't help it."

"Haha." Cao Gui took out his FBI ID and shouted in his face: "You don't need to tell me these, go tell the judge."

"Assaulting police officers and assassinating law enforcement officers is enough to put you in jail for a lifetime."

"But don't worry, I will hire a lawyer and let you sit in the electric chair, so that you won't spend your whole life in despair."

As soon as these words came out, Fat Jeff was frightened and said: "No, no, no, Cao, I didn't know you were the FBI, please don't do this."

"That bastard forced me. I have no reason to harm you. He forced me."

Cao Gui was slightly silent: "Besides you, who else knows about this?"

"No, it's just me." The fat man panicked and said quickly: "This bastard broke into my house and threatened to kill my family if I didn't cooperate. But I was the only one at home at that time, so no one knew about it.

,Only myself."

"Very good." Cao Gui nodded slightly: "Go get some disinfectant and detergent and treat this place."

"Okay, I will listen to you."

The fat man ran out in a hurry. Cao Gui walked to the butcher's body and put it into the [system backpack]. When the fat man came back, the body was gone.

The fat man was filled with doubts after seeing this scene, but Cao Gui's expression was not right. He didn't dare to ask, so he could only silently use disinfectant to treat the blood stains left by the butcher.

On the other side, Cao Gui leaned against the wall. The character card time limit had expired, and severe pain struck again. This pain was caused by forcibly using "paper painting", which did not cause much physical harm, but at this stage, he was using this kind of

There is no way to deal with the pain except to endure it silently.

But another thing aroused Cao Gui's interest. After the character card time limit passed, he still had some knowledge of Sauron's sword skills in his mind. Although it was very little, it also made his previously jerky way of using swords become more and more interesting.

Much more relaxed.

If he does it a few more times, maybe he can become a swordsman, but the system doesn't allow it. Zoro's character card has turned gray with three big words "Cooling Down" written on it.

This character card cannot be exchanged for equipment in a short period of time.

On the other side, the fat man quickly removed the butcher's blood, and the entire cold storage returned to its original appearance.

"That... Cao, I've already taken care of it." Fatty said cautiously: "If nothing happens, can I leave?"

"Go? Where are you going?" Cao Gui sneered: "You are an accessory to the assassination of law enforcement officers, where do you want to go?"

Cao Gui raised his hand, and Tokarev's pistol was pressed against his head again.

"Cao...I, I, I..." The fat man suddenly became incoherent: "I really didn't...I didn't mean to harm you, he forced me!"

"Then you want to live?" Cao Gui grinned.

"Think about it... think about it." The fat man nodded quickly.

"Okay." Cao Gui said with a smile: "If someone comes to find you again, you can report it to me, so that I can consider letting you go."

"Okay, okay, no problem, I agree."

"But if you dare to betray me again..." Cao Gui sneered: "I will definitely let you see what FBI sanctions are!"

"Yes! Sir!" The fat man was so frightened that his fat body trembled.

"Very good." Cao Gui patted him on the shoulder.

In the next few days, Cao Gui acted as if nothing had happened. As usual, he went to school, practiced, went to school, practiced, day after day, repeating a boring and simple life.

However, in less than a day, Sloan discovered something was wrong in Textile Factory No. 17.

For a killer, losing contact for just one day is already a huge event. Without clarity, his "brotherhood" will be in vain.

"Gunsmiths, repairmen, call everyone and gather in my office!"