Villain In MCU

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"Master! Please let me go. I can give you double the amount your employer pays."

Jason knelt on the ground, slowly crawling toward him.

The most famous serial killer in New York was kneeling in front of him, and the killer's sense of accomplishment instantly exploded.

He raised his foot and stepped on Jason's shoulder, "I'm sorry, what she can give me, you can't afford in your lifetime."

Jason lowered his head, and his dull eyes suddenly turned fierce!

"Fuck you!"

He lunged forward and tackled the panicked killer to the ground.

The killer reacted quickly and punched him in the face.

After taking two punches, Jason felt dizzy but still grabbed the killer's hands.

"Fuck!"

Jason roared, pouring all his strength into his arm, pried open his fist, grabbed four fingers, and then exerted force outward suddenly.

Creak!

The fingers were broken off.

"Aaaaahhh!!!"

The pain from the severed fingers surged through the killer's body, and he let out a scream.

The killer's strength surged, and he broke free from Jason's grip, kicking him away with both feet.

40 points of stamina are no joke.

Jason endured the severe pain in his abdomen, grabbed both ankles tightly, spun in place, and threw the killer flying.

After a few spins, the force accumulated more and more.

Jason slammed the killer's head against the wall.

Bang!

The moment the concrete wall was knocked down, the killer's head exploded like a watermelon!

Bright red blood and milky white brain matter splattered everywhere.

Jason was covered in blood and in excruciating pain. He collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

Ding-ling-ling!

An old-fashioned cell phone rang.

Jason crawled over and pulled the phone out of the killer's pocket.

"Is it settled?"

An old and familiar voice sounded.

A figure suddenly appeared in Jason's mind.

He flew into a rage and said, "Gao! You old daughter of a bitch!"

Mrs. Gao was surprised, "Jason, you are not dead!"

Jason roared, "Yes, I am not dead, but the killer you sent didn't even have a head."

Mrs. Gao remained silent. Her most capable killer had actually been killed.

"Gao! There is no grudge between you and me, why did you send someone to kill me?"

After a moment of surprise, Mrs. Gao said calmly, "For the peace and stability of the New York market. You are a radical and dangerous person. If you continue to make trouble like this, my business will be ruined by you sooner or later."

"Okay, okay, great!" Jason laughed in anger, "Just wait, old witch. I'll come find you soon. I want you to see with your own eyes the business you've run for many years burn to ashes!"

Mrs. Gao laughed as if she had heard the funniest joke in history.

"Little friend, no one in New York dares to talk to me like this. I'm waiting for you. I hope you don't dare to come."

Mrs. Gao hung up the phone, her face turning blue with anger.

A young boy in his twenties actually dared to talk to her like this.

Kingpin sat opposite her, looking at her with a smile, feeling comfortable in every cell of his body.

You old witch will also have your day of humiliation. Jason really did a great thing.

After a moment, Mrs. Gao regained her composure and stood up to leave, "Kingpin, Jason is now in your hands. Be quick!"

"Don't worry." Kingpin smiled as he walked her to the door.

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When Franklin returned home with a case of wine, Jason had just finished cleaning the blood in the bathroom and was applying medicine and bandaging his arm.

Looking at the blood splattered all over the living room and the headless body lying on the ground, Franklin opened his mouth in surprise.

"Oh my god! What on earth happened during the few minutes I was away?"

Jason's face turned pale. He pointed at the headless body on the ground and said, "My whereabouts have been discovered. This is the killer they sent."

Although he didn't witness the scene, the scars on Jason's body and the tragic situation in the living room made Franklin realize that a fierce life-and-death struggle must have taken place here.

Franklin calmed down and asked, "What should we do with this body? Should we dig a hole and bury it?"

Just as Jason was about to answer, the phone on the table suddenly vibrated.

"Jason, your address has been discovered by the police. The New York SWAT will arrive in ten minutes. If you want to survive, rush to this address quickly."

Franklin came over and said, "Boss, whose text message is this?"

Jason smiled and handed him the phone.

After reading it, Franklin asked doubtfully, "Is this news reliable?"

Jason nodded slightly, "I had expected the hiding place to be discovered, but I didn't expect it to be so soon. It seems that we should not underestimate the power of the police."

"What about this address?"

This is what puzzled Franklin.

Jason is a lonely man. His former friends and brothers have either died or betrayed him. How could anyone warn him at the critical moment?

This is most likely a trap set by some force.

Jason patted his shoulder and said, "Don't think too much. The address is fine. Just pack up and leave."

Five minutes later, the two men left through the back door, carrying large and small bags, and rode their motorcycles to the address on the text message.

Shortly after they left, three armed helicopters appeared in the cloudless sky, and more than a dozen explosion-proof vehicles loaded with special police drove in and surrounded Franklin's home.

The police broke open the door and found a headless body in the room.

The address on the text message led them to a cheap apartment less than five kilometers from Franklin's home, which didn't even have an elevator.

The apartment building was seven stories high, with eight rooms on each floor. Each room had an area of less than 100 square meters.

Most of the residents here were ordinary families with jobs but low incomes.

The two wore baseball caps and masks to cover their faces, carrying their luggage to Room 503 on the fifth floor.

The door was ajar, and the sound of piano music drifted from inside.

Jason and Franklin, both rough men who could only hear the sound of the piano but had no idea what song it was or who composed it, looked at each other. They pulled out their pistols, loaded them, and slowly pushed the door open.

The sound of the piano became louder and louder, the rhythm faster and faster, as if it had reached a climax.

Inside the living room, a man in a white suit had his back to them, waving his hands up and down to the beat of the piano music like a conductor of a symphony orchestra.

Franklin was full of questions, but Jason had an expression that said, "As expected."

After the climax, the tune became dull, and the man lowered his arms, slowly turning around.

A middle-aged white man with brown hair and stubble on his chin.

Perhaps because the room was too hot or because he was too tired from keeping the beat, a few strands of hair were stuck to his forehead from sweat.

He smiled and glanced at the two men in front of him, then looked at Jason, "Do you like Beethoven?"

Jason shook his head.

Who is Beethoven? Where is he from?

The man showed a disappointed expression, "You don't like Beethoven, you don't know what you've missed. His overtures always make my blood boil, but after the overture, to be honest, it starts to get boring! So I don't listen to it anymore!"

Franklin was confused by his neurotic speech and couldn't help but ask, "Hey, man, who are you? Why are you helping us?"

The man simply ignored him, took out an iron box from his pocket, and shook it next to his ear.

There were several capsules in the iron box. He took out one, threw it into his mouth, then held his waist and leaned back hard.

The man's face turned red, and his body trembled slightly.

"Uh…uh…uh…"

After a loud groan, the room fell silent.

Franklin was stunned.

Is this a fucking fool?

He was having sex in front of others and put on an orgasm face.

Afterward, the man felt a little unstable.

He walked up to Jason, sniffed the tip of his pen, and said obsessively, "You know, I've liked you for a long time."

"Your methods of committing crimes are full of violent aesthetics. The bodies lying on the ground are like works of art carved by you yourself."

"You still smell of blood. Can you tell me how that unfortunate guy died?"

His eyes were sincere and full of curiosity.

Jason calmly replied, "Grab his feet, spin him on the spot at high speed, and then bang his head against the wall."

Bang!

The man imitated the sound of an explosion and laughed, "That's why I like you. You're a criminal genius!"

The laughter gradually died down, and he took out his ID and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Norman Stanfield. People who know me call me Stan. I am the current director of the New York Drug Enforcement Administration!"

"Oh my god!"