Admiral in the Marvel Universe

In the apartment, Cao Gui stood on the ground with his right arm raised horizontally, his bare arm muscles undulating like water waves.

The breeze blowing outside the window, blowing on the muscles, like ripples splashed on the surface of the water, showing layers of ripples. After a while, Cao Gui stopped using "Paper Painting".

"Or not."

Cao Gui shook his head. He tried to soften the bones many times, but he still couldn't do it. Forcibly using it would only hurt himself, so he had to give up.

After failing so many times, Cao Gui probably knows why, the reason is very simple, that is, his physical strength is not enough.

Softening the bones will cause some damage to the body, but the body is strong enough, so the damage can be within the acceptable range, coupled with the "life return" recovery skill, the body will not be injured.

But the problem is that Cao Gui still can't do that.

【Justice Navy System (Helping Every Navy Soldier with Justice in His Heart)】

[Soldier's name: Cao Gui (Navy private)]

[Merit Points: 145 Experience Points: 652/1000]

[Power value: 97 (a standard that reflects combat effectiveness, not a factor that determines combat effectiveness)]

After a month of training, his Dao power was finally close to a hundred. During this period, Cao Gui also went to Hell's Kitchen for a few laps to test his skills, and the results were not bad.

But that was the territory of Jin Bing and Daredevil. Cao Gui just practiced his hands and came back.

The beeping alarm clock rang, Cao Gui looked out the window, it was almost dawn, and it was time to get ready for school.

Cao Gui cleaned up the leftover food scraps and wreckage from last night, and then headed towards Midtown High School in New York. During this month, through his own efforts and the help of Gwen, the top female student, Cao Gui will [formerly] I made up for the dropped grades, even more than before.

During the period, Sitwell came back and was naturally very happy to see Cao Gui's results now. He felt that Cao Gui was more sensible than before.

Then, Cao Gui was given a new FBI ID, this time it was not a non-staff ID, but a genuine FBI ID.

Sitwell took advantage of the relationship between S.H.I.E.L.D. and the FBI to turn Cao Gui into an empty-paying FBI. The purpose was the same as the previous non-staff certificate, to give Cao Gui a layer of protection.

But now this protective umbrella is obviously stronger. Cao Gui is now a real FBI legally, and he has the right to apply for cooperation and assistance from the FBI in various places and fighters.

Before, Sitwell just added a protective shield to Cao Gui, but now Cao Gui has a counterattack weapon. I have to say that Sitwell really loves [Original Body] to the extreme.

...

New York Midtown High School

"Hey, Cao!" Gwen jumped up and down in front of Cao Gui.

"Ah la la~, so it's Gwen."

Grid suddenly had black lines all over his head: "Hey, what's the matter with your strange oral habit?"

"Haha, it's nothing." Cao Gui had a righteous navy smile on his face: "What can I do for you? Dear classmate Gwen?"

"I want to ask what elective courses you choose?" Gwen rolled her eyes, ignoring Cao Gui's address.

"Hmm... well..." Cao Gui rubbed his chin, he was always under the pressure of this girl in his studies, it was time to reverse the situation:

"I choose Chinese, what do you choose?"

"Chinese?" Gwen frowned with two small and delicate eyebrows: "This class is so difficult."

"Huh? Will Gwen, who is a top student, be afraid of difficulties?" Cao Gui teased Gwen.

"After a person is seven years old, it is very difficult to learn another language, especially Chinese, which is known as the most difficult language in the world to learn." Gwen said angrily.

"There is still such a saying?" Cao Gui was taken aback. After nine years of compulsory education for so long, he didn't feel the difficulty? Language is something difficult to say, it is not easy to get a high score, but it is not that simple to get a low score.

"Of course." Gwen said:

"Chinese characters are the oldest pictographic characters that exist in the world. Each Chinese character has three functions, namely sound, shape and meaning. There are also Chinese characters with the same sound but different sounds, and the same character with different sounds."

"It can be said that learning Chinese is hundreds of times more difficult than English."

"???"

Cao Gui looked confused, so what happened to his failing English in his student days? Is it a dream?

"Ahem." Seeing how mysterious she said, Cao Gui immediately calmed down: "Then Gwen, don't you want to challenge your weakness?"

"Look, the Chinese class is so interesting and the credits are so high, so you have no reason not to take this class! Besides, I can teach you with me, what are you afraid of?"

"You?" Gwen asked puzzled, "I remember you've been living in New York, haven't you been to the Celestial Empire?"

"Uh... yes." Cao Gui shamelessly admitted, and then opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Although I don't know how to do it, I have a heart that loves learning!"

As he said that, Cao Gui ignored Gwen's eyes and pulled her to the office: "Let's go, let's sign up now."

...

North Bergen Suburb, Hackensack River, Textile Mill 17, in Sloan's office.

The butcher stood in front of Sloan respectfully:

"Boss, what do you want me to do? I am currently preparing to follow the guidance of fate and prepare to judge the little FBI. I can no longer be distracted by other things."

Some time ago, I taught Wesley that he was almost suffocated to death. Wesley had to be hurt, but he couldn't do it too hard, lest he accidentally break the veins of his hands and feet. Therefore, the butcher must be careful to find the meat. In the thick place, during that time, he was comparable to a surgeon.

Sloan took a puff of his cigar, lightly exhaled a smoke ring, and then waved his hand, signaling him to be calm:

"The reason why I asked you to come here is because of that little FBI."

With that said, Sloan took out a document and handed it to the butcher: "He has become a full member of the FBI, and your method can no longer be used."

The butcher took a look, and couldn't help frowning. As one of the core members of the brotherhood, he can actually enter the bullet time and use gun fighting skills, but he still prefers to use knives, just like the cross likes long-distance sniping Same.

What he likes most is to open the enemy's body with the boning knife bit by bit, and let him bleed bit by bit, until the enemy slowly dies in endless despair and powerlessness.

For the butcher, it was a bloody carnival.

Anyway, the name given by the loom of fate must be something worthy of death, and death is not a pity.

But the other party has changed from "FBI non-staff" to "FBI official member", so he can't follow the previous ruling method, otherwise it will lead to crazy revenge from the FBI.

"The leader... what do you mean?"

"Disappear." Sloan said: "You can't see people alive, and you can't see dead bodies. You should know that in the federal constitution, if you can't find a dead body, it can't be considered murder, and the FBI won't find us."

The butcher's dirty beard moved, a little reluctantly, it was too troublesome, it was not the way he was familiar with, and it would take a lot of energy on him.

Naturally, Sloan could see what he was thinking, and immediately took out another document: "This is the daily activity pattern of the target."

Seeing that Sloan did this, the butcher couldn't refuse anymore, took the document silently, turned and left.

Sloan watched the butcher leave, picked up Cao Gui's information and looked at it, FBI? College students? What a good boy, but it's a pity that he doesn't like it, so let's get rid of it.

At this time, a beautiful and moving woman opened the door and walked in:

"leader."

"Oh, Firefox." Sloan asked, "How's that little guy Wesley doing now?"

Firefox frowned slightly: "That kid is very weak. He spends nearly 12 hours in the recovery room every day. I even doubt whether he has the ability to help us."

However, Sloan smiled and said, "You are too impatient."

"The current Wesley is just passively accepting everything we arranged. We should change the way and let him actively pursue power."

Firefox thought for a while, and then showed a sudden expression: "Boss, I understand."

"Go down."

"yes!"