The admiral in the Marvel world

At dusk, under the setting sun, in the vast Gobi desert, a road extends to the end of the sky. Everything you can see here is a desolate scenery.

On the ground with sparse vegetation, the hot wind stirs up sand. From time to time, the dust rises rapidly and slaps on the car windows. Driven by the heat wave, tumbleweeds gently float across the asphalt road that has been dyed khaki by the sand.

New Mexico is the real wild west, with Arizona to the east and Texas to the west. The land is sparsely populated, and you may not even see a small town for hundreds of kilometers.

There are many poisonous insects and beasts here, perverted murderers, super ogres are hiding among them, and there are also warm and hospitable Latin American people from the south.

Here, ordinary people have nothing to trust except the guns in their hands. This is why people in this country will never ban guns. They do not trust anyone except themselves, even people wearing uniforms.

On the highway, a black Mercedes-Benz sedan sped past, raising clouds of smoke.

In the car, a song "Titoli" played melodiously from the speakers. The clear whistle, the strings that rang in the heart, and the sonorous and powerful shouts reminded people of the life-and-death battle under the red sun and yellow sand.

western cowboy.

but……

"Uncle Gaspar, can you change the music?" Cao Gui's face twitched slightly.

The music is really nice, but the problem is that there are too many whistles, and coupled with the constant drinking of water in the hot weather, Cao Gui always has the urge to go to the toilet.

"Sorry, I thought you would like it." Sitwell shrugged and then said seriously:

"Oh, by the way, one more thing. Now during working hours, you have to call me sir. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ah She." Cao Gui rolled his eyes and said, "Since you said work, let's talk about this trip to New Mexico. Why did you call me out in such a hurry?"

Cao Gui said angrily. At that time, he and Gwen had finally unlocked new knowledge... and were addicted to learning.

As a result, Sitwell called him and asked him to leave. This meant that this person was Sitwell. If it had been someone else, Cao Gui would have lit the sky lantern for him long ago.

"At noon the day before yesterday, the Supervision Department detected a special energy landing in New Mexico." Sitwell said solemnly.

"At noon the day before yesterday?" Cao Gui frowned. Isn't that the time when the devil is causing trouble?

"Yes, we suspect that this may have something to do with the dead ghosts, so we asked you to come over and have a look."

Hearing this, Cao Gui's face suddenly darkened, "A dead ghost again, you disturbed me once, why bother a second time?"

"These things are really haunting!" Cao Gui said in a very unhappy mood.

"Sorry for disturbing your life." Sitwell shrugged, but he only had a strong and reliable fighting force, so there was nothing he could do about it.

"Forget it." Cao Gui shrugged, who asked you to be my adoptive father.

While the two were talking, Sitwell parked his car at a roadside gas station. The car was out of gas and he needed to add some gas.

"There is a convenience store in the gas station, what do you want to eat?" Sitwell asked thoughtfully while filling up the gas station.

"I'll buy it myself." Cao Gui rolled his eyes.

American imperialism is a country with a history that is different from any other normal country. Its establishment process and rise process are different from other traditional countries. This has caused the various customs of American imperialism to be different from those of normal countries.

What is reflected in the aspect of eating is that the American imperialists are very keen on canned food, which the Chinese people despise.

People in this country consume a surprising amount of canned food every day. Canned food, which was used as a condiment in China, is a staple food here.

Therefore, in convenience stores, in addition to canned foods, there are also instant foods, and even the taste of instant foods is worse than military supplies that only focus on calories and nutrition.

Cao Gui and Sitwell walked into the convenience store side by side and began to choose what they wanted to eat. As a Chinese, Cao Gui had an inexplicable resistance to this type of canned food and fast food. He would not eat it unless he had to.

use.

The waitress nodded politely to the two of them. She was in a suit and leather shoes, and her neat appearance was indeed very popular. Of course, the most important thing was Cao Gui's appearance.

However, just as Cao Gui was picking things, the sound of a gun being fired was heard at the entrance.

"Hands up! Open the cashier and take out the money!"

"Stop playing tricks! Put your hands up!"

Then two loud shouts came. Cao Gui turned his head slightly and looked towards the door. He saw two white men with slovenly clothes and stubble on their faces. One was slightly older and the other was younger. They were holding up shotguns.

The gun was pointed at the waitress.

"Tell me, who else is here besides you?"

"Whose car is that outside? Tell me quickly!"

Cao Gui's mouth twitched. It was indeed a place with simple folk customs in the Great West. His horizons had been opened just one day after he arrived.

"Hello, that car actually belongs to me." Sitwell stood in another corner and smiled at them.

"Damn, there are indeed others!" The young man turned his gun, pointed at Sitwell and shouted: "Throw your car keys over here!"

The other person turned a blind eye to this, and locked his gun firmly on the waitress. They were all from the Great West, and they knew it very well.

Everyone is equal here, even a girl can kill them all with a gun, and even kill them more efficiently than they can.

Sitwell shrugged and threw the key in a very obedient manner. Cao Gui folded his arms and looked at them without making any move. They were just two little thieves, they could just be killed in a while.

"Thank you very much for your cooperation, even though I'm a foreigner." The young man said, and was about to turn around and continue his zero-dollar shopping business.

But Sitwell held the pistol grip with two fingers and suddenly said: "Gentlemen, I have another gun here, do you want to give it to you too?"

"Oh, Shet!" The two of them were startled, and even the waiter didn't care: "Damn it, throw the gun over right now."

"Uh... this gun is an M1911. It will misfire if it falls from a height." Sitwell said awkwardly:

"If that's okay, can I walk over and hand it to you, or can you come over?"

The two robbers looked at each other, and the older man took a step sideways. The muzzle of his gun kept moving between Sitwell and the waitress, faintly locking on the two of them.

The young man walked towards Sitwell with the shotgun in his hand. The muzzle of the gun was locked on Sitwell's chest. If he made a slight movement, the shotgun would be fired directly. No one could resist this shot.

However, as he approached, Sitwell suddenly flicked his wrist, and the M1911 sleeve in his hand separated from the gun body. Then he suddenly flicked the sleeve and shot out like a sharp blade.

Phew!

The robber next to the cashier had a muff inserted into his neck.

At the same time as he threw out his sleeve, Sitwell changed from stillness, rushed forward with his body, and punched the remaining robber in the abdomen.

"Wow..."

Immediately, the robber bent over and spit out acidic water from his mouth. He couldn't hold the gun steady and could only lie down and gasp. Sitwell's punch was not bad.

Cao Gui looked surprised, but quickly put it away. Sitwell was a seventh-level agent, and his fighting ability was doubtful among ordinary people. If he couldn't deal with these two little thieves, there was no need to mess with him.

"Thank you." The waitress expressed her gratitude upon seeing this, and at the same time she put away the short-barreled shotgun held under the counter: "I'm sorry, you must have never seen this kind of casual robbery, right?"

"Madam, we are from New York." Cao Gui smiled slightly.

"..."

The waitress suddenly stopped talking. As expected, people from big cities have seen the world. Compared to the perverted murderers, super ogres, and robbers in the Great West, the monsters in New York seem to be more terrifying.

Cao Gui and Cao Gui didn't talk much, they just checked out and left. However, not long after they left, a gunshot was heard from the direction of the gas station behind them.

The people living here are not good men and women.

"That move just now was very cool." Cao Gui said with a smile in the Mercedes-Benz.

"It's okay, my combat effectiveness in SHIELD is still ranked high." Sitwell smiled modestly.

"Huh? Is SHIELD's combat effectiveness so weak?" Cao Gui said in surprise.

The smile on Sitwell's face disappeared immediately. If this guy hadn't been able to defeat you, he would have already shown you what the iron fist of father's love is.

Sitwell suddenly regretted why he didn't beat this boy more when he was young.

"Damn it, I'm also very strong, okay!" Sitwell said sternly: "I am a transformed super human. Ordinary combatants are no match for me. Even Hawkeye can't beat me."

"Oh, that's right." Cao Gui suddenly realized that Sitwell had been transformed before in the vampire lair and almost forgot about it.

While the two were talking, the phone rang suddenly, and Sitwell picked it up:

"Sir, we are already in position, and Agent Patton is here with his people."

"I'll arrive in an hour!" Sitwell said solemnly.