Villain In MCU

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After putting the usable items from the car into his backpack, Jason lifted the Harley and continued driving toward the dock.

After riding about a hundred meters, Jason turned back, frowning as he thought about something.

He clicked on the system screen.

[Reputation: 181↑]

It's a headache. The speed at which his reputation increases is extremely slow.

'Am I too low-key?'

Jason recalled carefully.

If what he has done in the past few days can be considered low-key, then what about Kingpin and other gangster bosses?

Invisible man?

Since he's not low-key, why is his reputation increasing so slowly?

Jason thought that might be the reason why he hadn't left his real name.

After all, hiding one's identity is the instinct of gangsters.

Like Kingpin, most of New York's gangs don't know his real name.

Although this is safe, his reputation is pitifully low.

After hesitating for a moment, Jason made a decision.

Do good things without leaving a name.

If you do evil, you must leave your name behind.

Jason picked up the biker's arm and wrote a line of words on the ground with the still-warm blood.

*The Killer is JW!*

When Jason arrived at the dock on his motorcycle, Franklin had been waiting for a long time.

He quickly jumped off the truck, "Boss, are you okay?"

Jason opened his arms and turned around in a circle, "What do you think?"

Franklin breathed a sigh of relief, then blamed himself, "I'm sorry, boss. It's all my fault for being so careless that I forgot about the GPS."

He was a professional car thief. When recovering a defaulted car, dealing with the GPS tracking system was his first priority.

But after he had just killed someone for the first time, he was so nervous that he forgot to remove the GPS from the truck.

Jason patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's not your fault. I'm also responsible. Just remember this lesson and don't make the same mistake next time. By the way, is the motorcycle okay?"

Franklin drove the truck like a sports car, shaking it around in the cabin. If the motorcycle broke down, then all his work tonight would be in vain.

"I just checked it, and it's fine."

Jason nodded. As long as the car was fine, everything would be fine.

[Ding! [Car Robbery] Mission completed, reward 1000 villain points, current progress: 4915/4000]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for reaching level 5 and obtaining 10 attribute points. Current progress: 915/5000]

The two men sat in the truck and waited for a while. A black Audi drove over from a distance and then stopped about 20 meters away from the truck.

Audi cars used their high beams to signal with three long and one short.

After the code was confirmed to be correct, Jason instructed Franklin to respond to the code.

"This is the code agreed upon with the buyer, three longs and one short."

Franklin nodded and did as he was told.

After exchanging secret signals, the two men got out of the truck.

Four people got out of the Audi, one of whom was the driver of old Morgan whom he had met before.

He took out two black handbags from the trunk and placed them on the hood, then gestured for your permission.

Jason walked over and opened the handbag, which was filled with stacks of old hundred-dollar bills, a total of 1.3 million US dollars.

"Money is no problem."

After checking the money, Jason signaled Franklin to open the warehouse and let him check the goods.

The driver waved his hand, and two professionals climbed up to the warehouse and began to inspect the goods.

Morgan has a large number of professionals like this who are responsible for inspecting goods.

After a while, they jumped out of the car and nodded to the driver.

Once the money and goods are settled, the deal is complete.

Jason and Franklin abandoned the truck, picked up their handbags, and rode their motorcycles home.

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The next day at noon, at Franklin's home.

Jason was sitting on the bed with two handbags, one large and one small, in front of him.

He divided the $1.3 million into two parts, leaving the bulk of $1 million for him to purchase skills, and the remaining $300,000 to Franklin.

He clicked on the system to recharge points, and the cash in the big bag disappeared instantly.

[Ding! Points recharge successful, remaining points: 103]

Then, Jason clicked on the system light screen to purchase skills.

[Ding! Spent 100 points, successfully purchased [Firearms Mastery] Level 6, remaining points: 3]

[Level: 5 (915/5000)]

[Strength 38]

[Agility 40]

[Endurance 35]

[Intelligence 40]

[Remaining attribute points: 10]

[Reputation: 191]

[Party member: Franklin Clinton (reputation required for next recruitment: 300)]

[Points: 3]

[Abilities: Combat Proficiency (Level 4), Driving Proficiency (Level 3), Firearms Proficiency (Level 6), Cold Weapon Proficiency (Level 2)]

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Jason didn't know where to add the remaining 10 attribute points, so he decided to save some for later use.

He knocked on Franklin's door with the bag in hand, and threw the bag on his bed after entering, "This is the dividend for your action last night, a total of 300,000, count it."

Franklin rubbed his sleepy eyes and unzipped his handbag, revealing old banknotes filled with a foul smell.

He was completely stunned and swallowed involuntarily, with his hanging arms trembling slightly.

This was the first time in his life that he had seen so much money.

"Boss, you gave too much."

Franklin quickly calmed down.

Yesterday he was just responsible for driving, and Jason handled all the troubles alone.

Because of his negligence, Jason was chased by a biker gang.

He was really embarrassed to take the $300,000.

You should know that the reward for helping a car dealer to recycle a vehicle is only 300 to 500 US dollars.

Jason waved his hand, not wanting to waste time on these details.

"Take it. If you feel unworthy of it, just do more next time."

Jason has never been stingy with money when it comes to his loyal subordinates.

Leaving the room, Jason suddenly felt hungry.

He walked to the sofa in the living room and lay down, holding a bucket of fried chicken and Coke, and turned on the TV to the news channel.

As expected, the news anchor was describing a case that happened last night.

The image shown by the director was the line of blood written by Jason on the road.

The Killer is JW!

JW is the abbreviation of Jason's name.

"Killing someone and leaving a blood letter. This criminal method, which is quite a performance art, once again proves that Jason Walter is a mentally ill person. Let's connect with a professor of psychiatry at the University of Washington and let him analyze it from a professional perspective."

"Bitch! You're the one with the mental illness!"

Jason cursed, then picked up the remote and changed the channel. This time the host was a girl again.

"The murders committed by Jason Walter these days remind me of a person. The most famous serial killer in London, England in the 19th century - Jack the Ripper."

"Both of them were extremely cruel in their methods of committing crimes. Coincidentally, the first letter of their names is also J. The difference is that Jack killed prostitutes, while Jason killed gangsters."

Jason pressed the remote again, "Shit! Can any bastard be a host these days?"

He changed channels several times and found that almost all the news and talk shows were discussing him.

"After a normal person kills someone, they will feel fear, blame themselves, and be condemned by their conscience. But what about Jason?"

"In five days, he killed nearly 70 people and even left bloody letters at the crime scenes. This shows that Jason is a psychopath, just like Professor Hannibal in *The Silence of the Lambs*."

"Jason's killing methods are becoming more and more perverted. I think he is enjoying killing and committing crimes. I believe this is all related to his childhood. All perverted serial killers have a miserable childhood."

"According to police data, the crime rate in New York has dropped significantly since Jason appeared.

A large part of the reason is that Jason is punishing evil."

"He did what thousands of New York police officers could not do by himself. I think it is wrong to call Jason a serial killer. Perhaps the term 'God incarnate' is more accurate."

"Yes, Jason is a lunatic who claims to be righteous. He ignores the law and kills gangsters crazily, hoping to change New York with his own power. But what I want to tell him is that in this world, apart from the law, no one has the right to take someone's life."

"A bunch of idiots!"

The TV hosts all spoke with one voice and insulted him in various ways, so Jason turned off the TV in anger.

Fortunately, after their publicity, Jason's reputation began to soar.

At Airport.

A convoy of black Cadillacs was parked neatly on the side of the road.

A dozen bodyguards in black surrounded the convoy. Their fierce eyes and muscular bodies alone made passers-by nearby think about not getting close.

Anyone who has such a grand ceremony to pick someone up at the airport must be either a wealthy businessman or a celebrity.

Passersby watched from afar and speculated secretly.

There was a sudden commotion at the exit.

A group of burly men in black clothes came out, surrounding a man in suits.

Some brave ones came over to take a look.

He had a cold square face, a big bald head, and was estimated to be nearly two meters tall. He was also a big fat man with broad shoulders and a big waist.

Fatty?

If there is a fearless warrior who dares to take off his suit, he will find that the bodybuilding champions on TV are nothing but garbage compared to him.

This man's body is more than 90% muscle.

Wow!

The Cadillac's door was opened.

Wesley got out of the car, straightened his suit, and walked over to him, saying respectfully and admiringly, "Boss! Welcome back!"

This man in a suit is the underground king of New York – **Kingpin**!

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The Cadillac convoy was driving on the highway. Kingpin and Wesley were sitting in the back seat. Both of them turned their heads to look out the window without saying a word.

Wesley was very nervous. Kingpin entrusted the gang to him before leaving. What was the result?

Kingpin's wife was slept with by someone else, the New York mafia is in complete chaos, and Jason, the culprit, is apparently having a good time somewhere.

The most important thing is that he also contributed to this.

Thinking of this, Wesley felt guilty towards Kingpin, so he didn't dare to say a word.

After a long silence, Kingpin spoke first.

"I heard that he robbed the biker gang last night?"