The admiral in the Marvel world

On board the Missouri, the satellite phone that had stopped to rest for less than a few seconds rang again.

"Cao...ahem, do me a favor..." Sitwell's voice came: "Get rid of those gangsters on the Missouri."

"Help you?" Cao Gui raised his eyebrows. The subject used was not very accurate.

"You are indeed helping me..." Sitwell sighed: "Minister Pierce promised me a promotion. I'm sorry that I have to work hard for you again..."

Sorry, they gave too much...

"What position can you rise to now?" Cao Gui asked doubtfully. Now, Sitwell, as a member of SHIELD's Finance Committee and the top commander of the New York branch, can he still rise?

If you go up any higher, you will almost become one of the heads of the Hydra.

"A space carrier." Sitwell took a deep breath and said calmly, but the tremor in his tone was not easy to conceal.

Cao Gui was stunned for a moment when he heard this: "Saving a Missouri ship can give you such a big reward?"

"I have also made a lot of contributions to SHIELD, okay!" Sitwell had a black line, and his superiors had long thought of changing his position.

However, due to the fact that Sitwell was promoted to the seventh-level agent for a short time and his qualifications are a bit shallow, and many people are eyeing this space carrier, such as Victoria Hand, John Gartler, etc., so this matter

Things have been pressing.

If we can get help from the US Navy and reverse SHIELD's current embarrassing situation, then Sitwell has done a great job and can naturally control a space carrier, and no one will be dissatisfied.

"Well... in that case, it doesn't matter if I help."

After listening to Sitwell's explanation, Cao Gui agreed. If Sitwell can control an aerospace carrier, it will undoubtedly be very beneficial to the future.

"You tell the US Navy, I will kill all the people who do not belong to this ship and tell them not to interfere."

"good……"

"The problem will be solved within half an hour."

"Okay, I'll report it," Sitwell said.

Hawaii, naval base.

"Wang Defark? Half an hour? Are the people from SHIELD so arrogant?" A middle-aged white man in a gray and white suit shouted exaggeratedly:

"Those people are the most elite agents of the CIA. How dare he ignore us so much?"

"Shut your stinky mouth, CIA rat!" Admiral Baez pointed at the middle-aged man in a gray suit and cursed:

"If it hadn't been for you filthy rats, my glorious Missouri wouldn't have experienced such a disgusting and fucking thing!"

The middle-aged man in a gray suit changed his expression and did not dare to say another word. What he said just now was just to belittle SHIELD and enhance his own status. People present did not buy it, so he did not dare to push it anymore.

force.

What happened on the Missouri was very simple. An elite CIA agent rebelled, roped in a group of people, and planned the incident together with the first officer of the Missouri, who had long been rebellious.

"Listen, Admiral Baez, and everyone at the Naval Crisis Management Center..." The voice of William, the lead singer of the rock band, came from the microphone:

"If a plane comes within a hundred miles of a warship, I will shoot it down and kill ten of the crew in retaliation."

"William, it's me, Tom." Tom, a middle-aged man in a gray and white suit, said, "What happened? You are obviously our best agent in Langley, why would you do such a thing?"

"Why? Wow~ That's a good question!" William laughed and said:

"You asked me to complete the mission to steal a submarine. I succeeded, but you canceled the plan to your superiors one minute before I succeeded, and you also sent a killer to kill me."

"You're asking me why now? Tom, do you want to come to the Missouri and I'll cut open your brain and help you find the answer?"

"Fuck!" The man in a gray and white suit named Tom covered his face and was sent to the Navy in disgrace.

Everyone around him looked disgusted. Sure enough, Langley was indeed Langley. A mouse would always be a mouse, and trash would always be trash. Even the things he did were trash.

"Oh, by the way." William continued: "I have thirty-two POW cruise missiles in my hand. If you don't want New York, Washington, Los Angeles and other cities to withstand attacks, just do as I say.

Do it."

After speaking, William hung up the phone harshly, leaving only a group of silent naval generals. They could not ignore this threat because those Tomahawk missiles were equipped with nuclear warheads.

"Damn it, now we can only look forward to the people from SHIELD..." Admiral Baez sighed.

"Uh... General, I can provide the SHIELD people with some information about William..." said Tom in a gray suit.

"No need!" Admiral Baez curled his lips:

"It's best if you traitor rats from the CIA die together with the bastards from SHIELD. This way our navy can save the trouble and just throw all your corpses into the sea to feed the fish!"

Tom's mouth twitched slightly and he didn't dare to say anything. He was really afraid that Admiral Bates would throw him into the sea and feed him to the fishes. This group of navy with eyes on their foreheads could really do that.

…

On the Missouri, Gwen, who heard Cao Gui's conversation, looked at Cao Gui with some confusion.

Cao Gui shrugged: "The plan has changed. I want to be a hero who saves lives."

"Come on!" Gwen chuckled, clenched his fist and shook it, cheering: "I'm here to take care of Ken, don't worry, no one can do anything to us."

Cao Gui nodded, stepped down, and left the cabin. Gwen locked the cabin door. There was no need to worry about the next thing, it was all left to Cao.

"Go, go, go! Walk faster!"

The gun-wielding gangsters moved the sailors into the forward deck cabin. This huge cabin, which was originally used to store ammunition, was instantly filled with more than a hundred people. Everyone was pressed against each other, making it extremely crowded.

"Damn it, what are you going to do?" the sailors said angrily, but the gangsters didn't say a word and just pulled the trigger and killed all the sailors who dared to press.

At this time, everyone did not dare to say any more and could only obediently get into the cabin.

The gangsters said hello, and several men in work clothes walked out behind them, took out a welding machine, and sealed the hatch directly.

"There is still a passage, and the passage must be welded shut!" a man in a suit commanded.

On the other side, on the missile launcher, five or six engineers were working. They were welding the guide rails and then transporting all the Tomahawk missiles inside.

This thing is a good thing. If you sell it, you can make a lot of money. One piece is worth at least five or six billion US dollars. Thirty-two battle axes... are enough for all of them to live happily for the rest of their lives.

Looking at all this, Vice Captain Quill couldn't help but grin: "Gentlemen, our future free life is within reach, hahaha..."

With a sound of winter, a fat man in a black suit came over holding an ice bucket: "Hahaha, two heroes, let's open some champagne and celebrate in advance."

As he spoke, he took out the champagne from the ice bucket and poured a glass of wine for William and Quill.

"Cheers! Gentlemen! Cheers to our perfect plan!"

"Haha, cheers!" William and Quill raised their wine glasses together. The three of them bumped the glasses hard and drank the liquid in one gulp.

Not far away, in the dark shadow, a figure in black robe stared at them indifferently. They were a group of scum, and they opened champagne at half time, a typical behavior seeking death.