Admiral in the Marvel Universe

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

"Cao...cough cough, 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 was not very accurate.

"It really helped me..." Sitwell sighed: "Minister Pierce promised me a promotion, I'm sorry, I have to work hard on you again..."

Sorry, they gave too much...

"Where can you go to now?" Cao Gui wondered, now Sitwell, as a member of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Finance Committee and the highest command of the New York branch, can this go up?

If you go any further, you will almost become a head of a hydra.

"A Helicarrier." Sitwell took a deep breath and said calmly, but the trembling in his tone was not so easy to conceal.

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

"I also made a lot of contributions to S.H.I.E.L.D., okay?" Sitwell had a black line, and his superiors had long thought of changing his position.

However, due to the short time for Sitwell to be promoted to the seventh-level agent, the qualifications are a bit shallow, and many people are eyeing this space carrier, such as Victoria Hand, John Gartler, etc., so this Things have been suppressed.

If it can be exchanged for the help of the U.S. Navy to reverse the current embarrassing situation of S.H.I.E.L.D., then Sitwell has done a great job, and it is logical to control an aerospace carrier, and no one will be dissatisfied.

"Okay... If that's the case, it's okay to 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 let them not interfere."

"good……"

"Solve the problem within half an hour."

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

Hawaii, Naval base.

"Wang Defark? Half an hour? Are people from S.H.I.E.L.D. so arrogant?" A middle-aged Caucasian man in an off-white suit exaggeratedly shouted:

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

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

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

The face of the middle-aged man in the gray suit changed, and he didn't dare to say another word. What he said just now was just to belittle S.H.I.E.L.D. force.

What happened on the Missouri was very simple. An elite agent of the CIA defected, recruited a group of people, and joined hands with the first officer of the Missouri, who had long been rebellious, to plan this incident together.

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

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

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

"Why? Wow~ Good question!" William laughed and said:

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

"Why are you asking me now? Tom, do you want to come aboard the Missouri and I'll cut your brain to find the answer for you?"

"Fack!" The man in the gray suit named Tom covered his face, throwing shame to the navy.

Everyone around him looked disgusted. Sure enough, Langley deserved to be Langley, a mouse will always be a mouse, garbage will always be garbage, even what he does is garbage.

"Oh, that's right." William continued: "I have thirty-two prisoner-of-war cruise missiles in my hand. If you don't want New York, Washington, Los Angeles and other cities to suffer attacks, just follow my advice do."

After finishing speaking, William hung up the phone violently, leaving only a group of admirals in silence. They couldn't ignore this threat, because those Tomahawk missiles were equipped with nuclear warheads.

"Damn it, now we can only look forward to the people from S.H.I.E.L.D...." Admiral Baze sighed.

"Uh... General, I can provide some information about William to the S.H.I.E.L.D...." Tom in the gray suit said.

"No need!" Admiral Bates pouted:

"It would be best if you traitor rats from the CIA and the bastards from S.H.I.E.L.D. would die together, so that our navy would save trouble and throw all your dead bodies into the sea to feed the fish!"

The corners of Tom's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't dare to speak more. He was really afraid that Admiral Bates would throw him into the sea to feed the fish. This group of navy with eyes on his forehead really did it.

...

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

Cao Gui shrugged: "The plan has changed, I'm going to be a life-saving hero."

"Come on!" Gwen chuckled, shook her fist with her little hand, and said cheeringly, "I'm here to take care of Kem, don't worry, no one can do anything to us."

Cao Gui nodded, stepped a little, and left the cabin, while Gwen locked the cabin door. Don't worry about the next thing, just leave it to Cao.

"Let's go! Let me go faster!"

The gunmen felt the sailors and sailors in the front deck cabin. This huge cabin originally used to store ammunition was filled with more than a hundred people in an instant. All of them were body-to-body, extremely crowded.

"Damn it, what are you going to do?" the sailors yelled angrily, but the gangsters pulled the trigger without saying a word, killing all the sailors who dared to attack.

Now, everyone didn't dare to talk any more, and could only obediently get into the cabin.

The gangsters greeted, and a few people in overalls came out behind them, took out the welding machine, and directly sealed the hatch.

"There is still a channel, and the channel is also welded to death!" A man in a suit directed.

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

This thing is a good thing, and it can make a lot of money if it is sold, at least five or six million dollars for one, thirty-two battle axes... enough for all of them to live happily for the rest of their lives.

Seeing all this, Vice Captain Quill couldn't help grinning: "Gentlemen, our future free life is within reach, hahaha..."

With a bang, a fat man in a black suit walked over with an ice bucket in his arms: "Hahaha, you 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 glasses together, and the three of them slammed the glasses hard, suffocating the wine in one gulp.

Not far away, in the shadows, a figure in a black robe stared at them faintly. A group of scumbags opened champagne at halftime, a typical death-seeking behavior.