The admiral in the Marvel world

Ta,ta,ta.

The sound of footsteps came from far to near.

Dinglanglang~

This was the sound of a key shaking. The repairman and Bai Ge looked at each other, nodded silently, and tightened their weapons.

The opponent can defeat the Butcher in close combat, and their strength cannot be underestimated. Therefore, they must hit the target with one hit, otherwise they will face the enemy's crazy counterattack.

Thinking of this, their palms couldn't help but sweat slightly, but...

No, why does it take so long to open the door?

The repairman narrowed his eyes. Could it be that the enemy had discovered him?

He reacted quickly, noticed something unusual, and immediately put away his net gun and picked up a Glock 18. The extended magazine with thirty rounds of ammunition was enough to make him invincible!

Seeing this, Bai Ge put down the Taser tacitly and held the Benelli M4 to his chest. Since he couldn't be captured alive, let's kill him!

But at this time, the "dinging" sound of the key shaking sounded again, and this time it was accompanied by the sound of the lock cylinder turning.

The repairman was stunned. Didn't the other party notice him?

But now that the arrow was on the string and had to be fired, it was impossible for them to change the weapon to a non-lethal weapon.

Bai Ge's eyes darkened, and she lowered the muzzle of Benelli's gun. She was about to kick her feet. At such a close distance, if a few bullets were fired, the enemy would not die, but her lower body would be basically useless.

Bang!

There was a loud noise, and the door was not pushed open, but violently kicked open.

Banglanglang~

The next moment, two cylindrical objects rolled in.

"Shet!"

"It's a flashbang!"

Boom! Boom!

There were two loud bangs and intense white light filled the entire apartment room.

"ah--!"

"Die to me!!"

Bang bang bang bang bang!

Da da da da da!

As expected of top killers, the first reaction of the two was not to turn around and avoid, but to pull the trigger immediately!

Countless 9mm bullets and No. 12 lead bullets immediately blocked this small doorway. No flesh-and-blood creature could pass through this metal storm.

Cao Gui knew this very well and could only hide outside the door obediently.

No matter how many bullets there are, they will eventually run out. In less than ten seconds, the repairman and Bai Ge were out of bullets.

The two of them did not hesitate. While turning on bullet time, they ran in separate directions, which was the direction of Cao Gui's window.

The ambush was counter-ambushed, and Bai Ge and the repairman, who were in a serious condition, immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing to fight. They knew very well that they had no chance. If they didn't escape, they would be dead!

However, will Cao Gui let them get their wish?

How can I, Cao, allow you brothers to come and leave whenever you want in someone else's territory?

Baige and the repairman, who were running fast, felt a chill on their necks. Then, their bodies that were originally smooth and free suddenly became stiff, as if they had been poured with lead.

"It's... it's an anesthetic!?"

"Damn...damn..."

Thump thump!

Cao Gui slowly walked in from the door, his hands flew from two directions, and accurately placed on Cao Gui's bare wrists. The eyes hidden under the table also floated up and returned to their place.

The Split Fruit is very strange and very useful. Unfortunately, it is more of a auxiliary function and has poor offensive power. Cao Gui shook his head. This is an interesting fruit ability.

Cao Gui threw the anesthetic syringe aside, stripped the repairman and Bai Ge down to their underwear, and then tied them up tightly with climbing ropes.

Worried, Cao Gui added another shot of anesthetic. Both of them were super killers with adrenaline flowing in their veins, so they had to be careful.

Cao Gui dragged the two people into his bathroom, then returned to the door to clean up the mess, but at this time, a series of rapid footsteps rushed up.

"NYPD!"

"Put down the gun! Put down the gun in your hand!"

"Put the gun down, damn bastard, I'm telling you to put the gun down!"

Two middle-aged white plainclothes police detectives pointed their guns at Cao Gui and shouted harshly.

One of the two men has a semi-bald head, with a hairline reaching the back of his head. One of them is gentle and polite, but he is the one who swears.

No wonder they were so nervous. At this time, Cao Gui was still holding a Glock 18 and a Benelli M4. He didn't empty the magazine on the spot, which was already a great deal of face to Cao.

"Two police officers, please calm down, these two guns have no bullets." Cao Gui smiled and remained calm, but he was secretly crying for trouble.

"Shet! Stop talking nonsense!"

"Put down the gun immediately, otherwise we have the right to shoot you!"

Cao Gui shrugged, loosened his hands, and dropped the two weapons to the ground.

"Kneel down with your head in your hands!"

"Stop playing tricks, I'm keeping an eye on you!"

"I refuse, Detective John McClain." Cao Gui pinched it with two fingers, and the FBI non-staff ID card appeared on his fingertips.

That's right, this half-bald New York policeman is the detective whose combat effectiveness is inversely proportional to the amount of hair: John McClain. As for the man next to him, Cao Gui has no impression.

When they heard Cao Gui accurately calling out his name and the FBI ID, the two people who were originally looking tense couldn't help but be startled.

Although I don’t know what happened, this person should not be a criminal.

"FBI non-staff?"

McClain looked at the document suspiciously, and he probably understood that it was an "umbrella" type of document. At the beginning, he also wanted to apply for such an NYPD document for his daughter and son.

But he was rejected by his ex-wife, saying that he had money and could arrange bodyguards and did not need such things, which hurt his heart ten thousand times.

Putting away the gun, John gave the ID to his partner for inspection.

"Boy, how do you know me?"

"In the newspaper." Cao Gui smiled and said, "But it was your daughter who told me your name."

With that said, Cao Gui threw his student ID card to the half-bald detective.

John picked it up and took a look. The more he looked at it, the darker his face became. This boy was indeed his daughter's classmate.

The other police detective returned the ID to Cao Gui without saying anything. He saw bullet holes and shell casings, but found no blood or smelled blood, which meant that no one was injured here.

Even if someone was injured, it was the FBI's business and he didn't want to get involved.

But just because he didn't want to intervene, it didn't mean that John didn't want to intervene.

"FBI? It's so powerful." The half-bald detective looked Cao Gui up and down, and then said fiercely, "Then explain, what are the shell casings here? What are you shooting at?"

"If you can't explain clearly, I will arrest you in accordance with the law and send you to jail to eat."

"Testing the gun." Cao Gui lied with his eyes open and said with a smile: "It was my first time to touch a gun today. I got a little excited and shot a few times. I'm sorry, Officer John."

"How many shots do you call this?" John said with a dark face: "I'm sorry, FBI, because you don't abide by the basic safety regulations of firearms, I will fine you on behalf of the NYPD."

"It affects residents' lives, damages public facilities, and fails to comply with safety regulations. The total fine is US$1,000. Now, pay it."

"Okay." Cao Gui shrugged and pulled out 1,000 US dollars: "But Sir John, I will tell Lucy that because of your fine, I will lose the next month's living expenses."

"So in the next month, I'm afraid I will have to have dinner with Lucy-san."

When McClain heard this, he expressionlessly stuffed the money he just took back into Cao Gui's hand:

"Boy, I'm warning you, if you dare to be careful with Lucy, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Cao Gui spread his hands: "You are overthinking, Officer John, Lucy is not my type."

"And...don't you think she has a hot temper?"

Lucy's temper is indeed very bad, she is like a little girl, and her behavior is also very tough. If I use an adjective, tomboy is the most suitable.

John thought for a while, it seemed like what was going on, he couldn't even take her, but immediately, a surge of anger surged into his heart:

"Boy, how dare you look down on my daughter?"

Cao Gui scratched his head: "Officer John, do you want me to like your daughter, or do you want me to like your daughter?"

John: "..."

The half-bald police detective was choked and couldn't say a word. He glared at Cao Gui, turned around and left angrily. His partner nodded to Cao Gui and then left too.

After watching the two people leave, Cao Gui slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the gag got through. If they were allowed to enter the house to search, his life would be in trouble!

Cao Gui put the Glock and Bonelli guns into the [system backpack], then closed the door and returned to his bathroom, where Bai Ge and the repairman were lying unconscious.

Cao Gui's eyes flashed, he wanted to see how he faced the Brotherhood.