The admiral in the Marvel world

Didi——!

On the road in New York, a Lamborghini was weaving in and out of traffic, its horn kept blaring, and the sound echoed along with the speeding car.

On the road, many car owners and drivers were very angry about this. Some road ragers even picked up the guy and prepared to drive away. But when they saw that it was a Lamborghini, they could only suppress their anger.

Even some NYPD police officers turned a blind eye to this. There is no way, in this country, money means everything.

"Cao, slow down...you look so ugly."

In the passenger seat, Beth's face turned slightly pale, while Cao Gui next to her had a gloomy expression. The last time she saw Cao Gui's expression was when Gwen and Lucy disappeared in West Virginia.

Beth probably came to her senses. The jade urn in her hand was really not a good thing.

"Cao, this jade urn..." Beth held the warm jade urn in her hand, and it felt like she was holding a hot potato.

"Things from ancient Egypt." Cao Gui said in a deep voice: "What is contained here should be the internal organs of a certain mummy."

"What?" Bess was startled and threw the thing away. Fortunately, Cao Gui had quick eyesight and quick hands and caught the jade urn.

If his guess is correct, he will soon face Yin Morton.

That old zongzi who has lived for more than three thousand years!

"The bizarre death last night..." Beth's face suddenly turned pale. Following Cao Gui, she had seen a lot of things beyond the scope of science.

Ogres, vampires, mutant monsters.

"Yes, he was probably killed by something that followed." Cao Gui nodded, confirming her guess.

Cao Gui originally didn't want to bring Bess here. At this time, Yin Morton should not have fully returned to his human form, and it was scary to look at him.

But Cao Gui was not sure whether Yin Morton would find Bess, so it was safer to stay by his side.

During the conversation, a residential area amid dense woods came into view.

Manhattan, Queens.

This is a high-end residential area no less than the Upper East Side. The doctor who returned from Egypt lived here.

The security guard here heard the sound of the car, looked at the surveillance camera, and stopped paying attention. The Lamborghini fits the identity of the people living here, so there is no need to stop him. If others are unhappy, whoever sends a lawyer's letter will be finished.

Already.

With a squeak, the Lamborghini parked steadily in front of a villa. In the United States, a rich person is not necessarily a doctor, but a doctor must be a rich person.

Cao Gui took Bess's hand and broke into the villa directly.

In the living room, a middle-aged man with some gray hair was opening a black book with a grin on his face.

He is Dr. Allen Chamberlain, an expert on ancient Egyptian culture.

"Damn, how do you open this thing...can't you just use a key?" Dr. Chamberlain threw it down angrily.

He tried for a long time, but still couldn't open the thing, so he had to find other ways.

"Hey, Daniels, where are you...what? Are you in a hotel?"

Chamberlain was so angry that his nose was crooked. I was working hard on research here, and you two bodyguards went out to have fun?

"Damn it, I'll give you ten minutes to come back, otherwise I'll fire you!" Chamberlain cursed angrily:

"Also, where is Henderson... you don't know? Damn it... come back right now, or I will ask my lawyer to talk to you about what the spirit of the contract is... Shet, who are you?"

Chamberlain was yelling at his bodyguards when he suddenly saw two people breaking into the living room, which startled him.

On the other end of the phone, Daniels was so angry that he got up from the bed unwillingly. Although he was very dissatisfied, he had to listen to his employer's words.

In the villa.

Seeing that the doctor was still alive with all hands and feet, Cao Gui breathed a long sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was not too late.

"Shet, who are you? How did you get in?"

Chamberlain shouted sternly and began to look for weapons in a hurry, but none of his two bodyguards were around.

"FBI!" Cao Gui took out his ID and used his long-lost official identity.

Seeing this, the cultural relics dealer suddenly relaxed.

"Damn it, can't you ring the doorbell? It scares me to death."

Chamberlain wiped his sweat. He didn't know why. After returning from Egypt, he couldn't sleep well or eat well. He always felt that someone wanted to harm him and kill him.

"What do you want from me?" Chamberlain said anxiously.

Cao Gui glanced at the **** and another jade urn on the table, pointed at the jade urn and asked:

"How many of these have you found?"

Regarding the plot, Cao Gui has actually forgotten almost all of it. It was a shadow of his childhood, and Cao Gui has no interest in reviewing it a second time.

To be honest, what impressed him most about the movie was when the despicable man held a statue of Guanyin and read in Chinese in front of Yin Morton:

"Please, Bodhisattva, protect me~"

The words are clear and precise, but Cao Gui did some research when he grew up as to why the six-pointed star told Mu Naiyin not to kill him.

That was the symbol of Judaism. At that time, the Jews were slaves of the ancient Egyptians, and Hebrew was the language of the slaves.

After knowing this fact, Cao Gui was surprised for a time. This was a Hollywood blockbuster. The six major Hollywood film companies were controlled by Jews. They were determined to retaliate and would allow such a plot to exist. It was really amazing.

What? You said that the Jews are the best nation in the world, open-minded and generous, and don’t care about such trivial matters?

Haha, after the Germans were defeated, the East Slavs took away their industrial products, the Anglo-Saxons took away their scientists, and the Jews... they took away "Mein Kampf".

When Dr. Chamberlain heard Cao Gui's question, his originally relaxed spirit became tense again, and he stared at Cao Gui and Bess with a wary expression.

Cao Gui frowned, why did this guy react so loudly?

"Sorry, officer, this is my personal matter and has nothing to do with you." Chamberlain said with a serious expression on his face, very unhappy.

act recklessly!

Cao Gui narrowed his eyes slightly, held it with one hand, and the huge black HK P30 suddenly appeared. Cao Gui pointed the gun at him and smiled slightly:

"Sir, I'll give you another chance to reorganize your language."

"Now answer me, how many of these have you found? Where are the others besides you?"

Facing the gun, Dr. Chamberlain raised his hands so smoothly that Cao Gui even doubted whether he had French ancestry.

But it's a pity that he is white, not black, and by visual inspection he is not French.

"Four, we found that one of them died in Egypt, and there were three others including me." Dr. Chamberlain said continuously.

Cao Gui frowned. One person died in Egypt and the other died in a New York hotel. This meant that Yin Morton had already killed two people. If he killed two more people, he would be completely recovered.

"Do you have a cat at home?" Cao Gui asked a confused question.

"ah?"

"Answer me!" Cao Gui pointed his gun at him

"Yes...it's on the second floor, kept in my study."

"Beth, you go find..."

Bang!

However, before he finished speaking, a strong wind swept over him, and with a loud noise, the door was blown open.

Cao Gui and the others suddenly turned their heads. In the lush green environment outside, a touch of yellow appeared inexplicably. In the blink of an eye, the yellow sand rolled up and turned into an earthy yellow mummy and landed in front of Cao Gui and the others.

"Kakakaka...**** is actually here too..."

Mu Naiyin's upper and lower teeth collided, making a sound like fingernails scraping a blackboard.

"ah--!"

Bess screamed and hid behind Cao Gui. This Mu Nai Yin was really scary. He was covered in khaki skeletons with only a few strands of rotten rags hanging on his body.

However, his appearance turned out to be a piece of white dead human skin. He had no eyelids or face, but he had eyes and a tongue.

The smell of decay and dilapidation came to my face.

Cao Gui narrowed his eyes. He was indeed an old Zongzi who had lived for more than three thousand years. He felt very oppressive.