MTL - Admiral in the Marvel Universe-v2 Chapter 391 champagne halftime

On the Missouri, the satellite phone, which had been stopping for less than a few seconds, rang again.

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"Cao...cough, do me a favor..." Sitwell's voice came: "Deal with those gangsters on the Missouri."

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"Help you?" Cao Gui raised his eyebrows, this subject was not very accurate.

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

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I'm sorry, they gave too much...

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"Where else can you be promoted now?" Cao Gui wondered. Now Sitwell, as a member of the S.H.I.E.L.D. Finance Committee and the highest commander of the New York branch, can he still go up?

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Go down further, and you will almost become a head of a Hydra.

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"An air carrier." Sitwell took a deep breath and said calmly, but the trembling in his voice was not so easy to conceal.

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

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"I also made a lot of credit for S.H.I.E.L.D.!" Sitwell had a black line, and his superiors had long thought of changing his position.

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But due to the fact that Sitwell's promotion to the seventh-level agent is a bit short, his qualifications are a bit shallow, and many people are eyeing this aerospace carrier, such as Victoria Hand, such as John Gartler, etc., so this Things just kept pressing.

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

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"Okay... Since that's the case, there's nothing wrong with helping."

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

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"Tell me to the U.S. Imperial Navy, I will kill all the people who don't belong to this ship, and let them not interfere."

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"it is good…"

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

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

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Hawaii, Naval Base.

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

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"Those people are the most elite CIA agents, how dare he ignore us like that?"

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

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

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The face of the middle-aged man in the gray-white 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.

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What happened on the Missouri was very simple. An elite CIA agent rebelled, pulled a group of troops, and planned the incident together with the Missouri chief officer who had a heart for rebellion.

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

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"If an aircraft comes a hundred miles from the warship, I will shoot it down and kill ten crew members in retaliation."

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

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

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

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

"Fake!" The gray-white suit man named Tom covered his face and threw him to the Navy.

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Everyone around them looked disgusted. Sure enough, Langley was indeed Langley, a mouse is always a mouse, garbage is always garbage, and even the things he does are so garbage.

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"Oh, yes." William continued: "I have thirty-two prisoner-of-war cruise missiles in my hands. If you don't want New York, Washington, Los Angeles and other cities to be attacked, just follow me honestly. do."

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

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"Damn it, now I can only expect people from S.H.I.E.L.D...." Admiral Baze sighed.

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

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"No need!" Admiral Baze pouted:

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"It's best that you CIA traitor mice and SHIELD **** die together, so that our navy will save trouble and throw all your corpses into the sea to feed the fish!"

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The corners of Tom's mouth twitched slightly, and he didn't dare to speak more. He was really afraid that Admiral Baze would throw him into the sea to feed the fish. These navy men with eyes on their foreheads really did it.

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On the Missouri, Gwen, who heard Cao Gui's conversation, looked at Cao Gui a little puzzled.

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Cao Gui shrugged: "The plan has changed, I will be a life-saving hero once again."

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"Come on!" Gwen smiled and shook his little hand, "I'm here to take care of Kem, don't worry, no one can do anything to us."

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

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"Let's go, let's go! Hurry up for me!"

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The gunmen found the sailors and sailors in the fore deck cabin. This huge cabin, which was originally used for storing ammunition, was instantly packed with more than 100 people. Everyone was close to the body, and it was extremely crowded.

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"Damn it, what are you doing?" Sailors said furiously, but those gangsters simply pulled the trigger without saying a word and killed all the sailors who dared to force them.

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Now, everyone didn't dare to talk any more, UU reading www.uukanshu.com could only obediently get into the cabin.

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

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"There are still passages, and the passages are also welded!" A man in a suit commanded.

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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.

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This thing is a good thing. It can make a lot of money when it is sold. One piece is at least 5.6 billion US dollars. Thirty-two battle axes... Enough for all of them to live happily for the rest of their lives.

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

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

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Saying that, he took out the champagne from the ice bucket and poured William and Quill a glass of wine.

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

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"Haha, cheers!" William and Quill raised the glass together, and the three of them slammed the glass hard and smothered the wine in one gulp.

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Not far away, in the shadows, a figure wearing a black robe stared at them, a group of scumbags, opening champagne at halftime, a typical courting behavior.

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