The admiral in the Marvel world

"It's you." Black Washington...should be called McKell, suddenly said when he saw Cao Gui and Gwen coming in.

Cao Gui and his wife have not been back to the New Jersey community for some time, especially after Cao Gui bought a villa on Long Island.

"Long time no see, Michael." Cao Gui said hello with a smile.

Gwen didn't speak, and nodded to McKell. She was so stupid that she didn't pay much attention to it at the time, but since she got the spider sense, she noticed the difference in McKell.

The evil aura is very strong. He is not a butcher who can kill hundreds of people without such evil aura. This is definitely a murderous maniac.

"Your friend?" The large super-killing girl not far away asked softly, her eyes slowly swept over Gwen next to Cao Gui, and her eyes changed a little.

Cao Gui took a look at her and saw that she had indeed gained weight and was not as cute as when she was a child. It seemed that Michael was about to transform into the Hardware Man.

McKell nodded: "Yes, they are my friends."

Then, under the gazes of Cao Gui and the other three, Super Killer Girl took out a business card and thrust a pink business card into Cao Gui's hand in front of Gwen:

"Young man, if you need anything, you can come to me."

Cao Gui's lips twitched, "What is this woman doing? Could it be that I heard me complaining that she was fat?"

Michael held his forehead and sighed, idiot, isn't this provoking others?

Sure enough, as she walked out with a swaying figure, Super Kill Girl suddenly stumbled under her feet, and with a squeak, she fell to the ground on her face.

Gwen is not a girl who just accepts being beaten and doesn't fight back.

If I read it correctly, it seemed like a disposable tachyon flew past under his feet, and Cao Gui looked at Gwen.

"What are you looking at me doing? Why don't you go order some food?" Gwen snorted.

Of course she knew that Cao Gui would not be interested in that woman, but the provocation was on her head, how could Gwen not fight back.

Cao Gui shrugged and pulled her to sit on a chair. After a while, the waiter came over with a menu.

To Cao Gui's surprise, the waiter here turned out to be a blonde girl, who looked a bit like Cinderella whose stepmother was Hela, the god of death.

Gwen ordered General Tso's Chicken, while Cao Gui went directly into the kitchen to discuss with the chef and ordered an authentic Texas Braised Chicken that had not been modified in American style.

An American dish and a Chinese dish. By the way, the blond girl waiter just now gave Cao Gui and Cao Gui fortune cookies. It is said that this is a dining blessing custom from the far East.

"This is the first time I know of this kind of dining custom in the East."

Cao Gui opened the so-called fortune cookie and took out a so-called lucky note and said, "Chicken Soup" written in English.

"Hahaha." Gwen couldn't help laughing. Cao Gui's tangled expression was so funny. It's a pity that she didn't have Italian friends around her, otherwise she would have had a pasta pizza in front of them.

"Oh, by the way, where was that business card just now?" Gwen asked. Although he had taught Super Kill Girl a lesson, Gwen had not forgotten it. Cao Hui also kept his contact information.

Cao Gui pointed to the trash can not far away. That was the job of Michael, the hardware man, and Cao Gui would not take it.

Gwen nodded with satisfaction and was about to speak, but at this moment, four people opened the door and walked in.

Three men and one woman, two white, one black, and a Hispanic woman.

"Cao, those four people smell of blood." Gwen approached Cao Gui and whispered.

Hearing this, Cao Gui took his eyes away from the Texas Braised Chicken and followed Gwen's gaze.

Huh? Cao Gui raised his eyebrows. There was a middle-aged white man and a young white man. The young white man still had headphones in his ears.

They all look familiar, but I can't remember who it is, but I do know the black man, Max the Electric Man.

It's just that this black man, Max, has a wild look on his face and is wearing a red leather jacket, and he doesn't look like a good person.

The bald, buck-toothed and somewhat humble and cowardly look of the Lightning Man is completely different from him.

"Oh oh oh~baby, I suddenly feel that you are right, this restaurant doesn't seem to be delicious." Max's red jacket turned his tone and said to the young white man with some disgust.

"Bat, shut your mouth." The white man traveling with him said unhappily:

"Don't you know it's polite to speak like this?"

"Wow~ Did the vampire on Wall Street teach me how to be educated?" the red jacket named Bat replied without showing any signs of weakness.

The Hispanic woman curled her lips and smiled at the middle-aged white man: "My dear, why would you think of discussing upbringing with him? Don't you know that black people don't have fathers?"

As soon as he said this, Bat's face suddenly turned livid, and the veins on his black forehead bulged, and he looked very angry.

But the two people didn't care, curled their lips and looked directly at the bat. In the end, although the bat was unwilling to give up, he could only swallow this breath.

"Waiter, come here!" Bat, who couldn't stand up to his companion, shouted loudly, as if he wanted to vent his anger on the waiter.

Cao Gui frowned. It was so annoying that he couldn't even eat a meal.

"Cao?"

"Let's talk about it after eating. If you kill people, you won't be in the mood to eat." Cao Guidan said calmly.

Displeasure flashed across the waitress's face. Of course she was also unhappy, but she still went through it.

After a while, the waitress brought four portions of General Tso's Chicken to their table.

"This thing looks really ugly." The bats muttered, picked up the tachyon and plunged it into the chicken, ready to pick it up and eat it.

"Hey, idiot!" the middle-aged white man shouted in annoyance: "Did you know that sticking tachyons into the food at Chinese food is a very disgusting behavior?"

"Oh, tell me, where is the disgust?" Bat said nonchalantly.

"In Chinese food, that's the way dead people eat. Are you a dead person?" the Hispanic woman scolded directly.

"Oh~ you are so smart and knowledgeable." Bat curled his lips:

"What? Are Wall Street elites going to teach me, an uneducated black man, a lesson?"

"I am a black man, why should I abide by the dining habits of Chinese people? Also, why are you unhappy? I saved you, you should thank me!"

"Thank you? Thank you for being a god of death?" Hearing this, the middle-aged white man suddenly became angry and gritted his teeth and said: "You bastard, you actually shoot at the slightest disagreement..."

The middle-aged white man lowered his voice and said viciously.

"They are police, they are liars!" Bat also lowered his voice.

"Shit!" the middle-aged white man yelled angrily, but did not continue the topic. What happened in the past has passed. There are many people here, so it is better to be careful.

"You're right, it's just bullshit." Bat tilted his head, spat out the chicken that he had stuffed into his mouth, and spat it out on the floor. He gritted his teeth and cursed:

"This damn store actually lets a black man eat fried chicken. This is simply discrimination!"

"Are you sick?" The Hispanic woman couldn't bear it anymore and scolded directly:

"You ordered this dish yourself and you ate it yourself. What does the restaurant have to do with it?"

"Also, this is a Chinese restaurant. There is no need to respect your black people's habits. I haven't seen you abide by the dining habits of Chinese restaurants."

Hearing this, the bat took out a pistol directly from under his clothes. His dark face was extremely gloomy, anger arose from his heart, and he grew evil:

"Then I will kill everyone in this Chinese restaurant. I want to see who dares to fool around."

As he spoke, he walked toward Cao Gui and the two men not far away with guns in hand. The three people around him quickly stopped him, but they were all broken free by the black man in the red jacket named Bat.

There is nothing better than this when armed with a sharp weapon and a murderous intention.

It's just...he chose the wrong person!