In the apartment, Cao Gui stood on the ground, his right arm raised flat, and the muscles of his bare arm undulated like water waves.
A breeze blew outside the window, blowing on his muscles, like ripples on the water surface, showing layers of ripples. After a while, Cao Gui stopped using "paper painting".
"Or not."
Cao Gui shook his head. He tried many times to soften the bones, but still couldn't do it. If he used it forcefully, he would only hurt himself, so he had to give up.
After failing so many times, Cao Gui probably knew why. The reason was simple: his body was not strong enough.
Softening the bones will cause some damage to the body, but if the body is strong enough, the damage can be within the acceptable range. Coupled with the magical recovery skill of "Return of Life", the body will not be injured.
But the problem is, Cao Gui can't do that yet.
[Justice Navy System (helping every naval soldier with a righteous mind)]
[Soldier’s name: Cao Gui (Navy private)]
[Merit points: 145 Experience points: 652/1000]
[Power value: 97 (reflects the standard of combat effectiveness, not the factor that determines combat effectiveness)]
After a month of training, his Dao power value finally reached nearly 100. During this period, Cao Gui also went to Hell's Kitchen for a few walks to test his skills, and the results were not bad.
But that was the territory of Kingpin and Daredevil. Cao Gui just came back after practicing his skills. He only tried it briefly and did not kill monsters aggressively.
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 packed up the leftover food scraps and debris from last night, and then went in the direction of Midtown College in New York. Within this month, through his own efforts and the help of female top student Gwen, Cao Gui general [Original
I have made up for my lost performance, and it is even better than before.
During this period, Sitwell came back for a visit and was naturally very happy to see Cao Gui's current results. 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 make Cao Gui a paid FBI, with the same purpose as the previous non-staff certificate, to give Cao Gui a layer of protection.
But now this protective umbrella is obviously stronger. Legally speaking, Cao Gui is now a real FBI. He has the right to apply for cooperation assistance and combat personnel from FBIs in various places.
Sitwell only added a protective shield to Cao Gui before, but now he has given Cao Gui a weapon to fight back. It must be said that Sitwell really loves the [original body] to the extreme.
…
New York Midtown College
"Hey, Cao!" Gwen jumped up and came to Cao Gui.
"Ah la la~, it turns out to be Gwen."
Plaid's head was suddenly covered with black lines: "Hey, what's going on with your weird oral habit?"
"Haha, it's nothing." Cao Gui smiled like a righteous navy: "What do you want from me? Dear classmate Gwen?"
"I would like to ask you what elective courses you choose?" Gwen rolled her eyes and ignored Cao Gui's address.
"Well... well..." Cao Gui touched his chin. He was always being suppressed by this girl in his studies. It was time to turn the situation around:
"I choose Chinese class, what do you choose?"
"Chinese?" Gwen's two small and delicate eyebrows wrinkled: "This class is so difficult."
"Huh? As a top student, will Gwen be afraid of difficulties?" Cao Gui said teasing Gwen.
"After the age of seven, it is difficult for a person to learn another language well, especially Chinese, which is known as the most difficult language to learn in the world." Gwen said angrily.
"Is there such a thing?" Cao Gui was shocked. After nine years of compulsory education for so long, he didn't find it difficult. Is Chinese language difficult? It's not easy to get a high score, but it's hard to get a low score.
Dividing is not that simple.
"Of course." Gwen said:
"Chinese characters are the oldest existing hieroglyphics 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 characters, 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. What happened to his failing English when he was a student? Is it a dream?
"Ahem." Seeing how mysterious what she said, Cao Gui immediately calmed down: "Well, Gwen, don't you want to challenge your weakness?"
"Look, the Chinese class is so interesting and the credits are so high, so there is no reason for you not to choose this class! Besides, I can study with you and I can teach you. What are you afraid of?"
"You?" Gwen asked doubtfully, "I remember you have been living in New York, but you have never been to China, right?"
"Uh... yes." Cao Guitian admitted shamelessly, and then told lies with his eyes open: "But although I don't know how to do it, I have a heart that loves learning!"
Saying that, Cao Gui ignored Gwen's eyes and pulled her to the office: "Come on, let's sign up right now."
…
Suburbs of North Bergen, on the Hackensack River, Textile Mill No. 17, in Sloan's office.
The butcher stood respectfully in front of Sloan:
"Chief, what do you want me to do? I'm currently preparing to judge that little FBI according to the guidance of fate, and I can no longer be distracted by other things."
Some time ago, Wesley was taught that he almost died of suffocation. He had to hit Wesley painfully, but he couldn't hit him hard, lest he accidentally break the major veins in his hands and feet. Therefore, the butcher had to carefully look for the meat.
In thick areas, during that time, he was comparable to a surgeon.
Sloan took a puff of his cigar, blew out a smoke ring, and then waved his hand to signal him to calm down:
"I came here because of that little FBI."
With that said, Sloan took out a document and handed it to the butcher: "He has become an official member of the FBI. You can no longer use your tricks."
The Butcher took it and took a look, and couldn't help but frown. As one of the core members of the Brotherhood, he can actually enter bullet time and can also use gun fighting skills, but he still prefers to use knives, just like Cross prefers long-distance sniping.
Same.
What he likes most is to use the boning knife in his hand to make holes in the enemy's body bit by bit, and bleed him bit by bit, until the enemy slowly dies in endless despair and powerlessness.
For the butcher, this is a bloody carnival.
Anyway, the name of the person given by the loom of fate must be someone who deserves death, and death is not a pity.
But the other party turned from "FBI non-staff" to "FBI official member", so he cannot follow the previous ruling method, otherwise it will attract crazy revenge from the FBI.
"Then leader...what do you mean?"
"Disappear." Sloan said: "You will not see the body alive, and you will not see the body after death. You should know that in the federal constitution, if the body is not found, it cannot be considered murder, and the FBI will not find us."
The butcher's dirty beard twitched, a little reluctantly. It was too troublesome. It was not a method he was familiar with and would consume a lot of energy on his part.
Sloan naturally could see what he was thinking, and immediately took out another document: "This is the target's daily activity pattern."
Seeing that Sloan had done this, the butcher couldn't refuse anymore. He silently took the documents and turned around to leave.
Sloan watched the butcher leave, picked up Cao Gui's information and looked at it, FBI? College student? What a good kid, but it's a pity that he doesn't like him, so he might as well get rid of him.
At this time, a beautiful woman opened the door and walked in:
"leader."
"Oh, Firefox." Sloan asked: "How is that little guy Wesley doing now?"
Huohu 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."
"Currently Wesley is just passively accepting everything we arrange. We should change the approach and let him take the initiative to pursue power."
Firefox thought for a while, and then showed a sudden look on his face: "Chief, I understand."
