Marvel’s Big Villain

A heavy truck loaded with 52 high-end motorcycles was driving on the suburban avenue at a speed of 100km/h.

In the distance, a Honda S2000 followed behind it.

【Ding! Trigger task: [Speed ​​Car Robbery], task reward: 1000 villain points. 】

[Mission introduction: As a big villain, you must not let go of your immediate interests, kill the speeding gang, and take away their hard-earned motorcycles. 】

Franklin held the steering wheel with one hand: "Boss, when will you do it?"

Jason took out the M4A1 carbine from the back seat: "Let's do it now, there are few vehicles here, and it will be troublesome when there are too many people on the highway."

He got up from his seat a little, put the muzzle of his gun on the windshield, and the convertible took advantage.

"Steady the car more."

Franklin gripped the steering wheel with both hands to minimize body vibration.

Jason squinted and aimed at the rear wheel of the heavy truck.

bang bang bang!

After three consecutive bursts of fire, the rear tire of the heavy truck blew out, and the car shook violently.

Chi! Chi! Chi!

There was a screeching sound of brakes, and the truck tires smoked and stopped on the right side of the road.

Jason put the gun away: "Slow down and approach slowly."

Franklin stepped on the brake lightly, and the speed of the car slowed down.

In the cockpit of the truck, two speedsters got out of the truck holding shotguns to check.

"Shit! Flat tire."

The driver scolded: "There is a jack and a spare tire on the car, take them off and replace them quickly, don't waste time."

Everyone in the speeding party is a good player at playing cars.

With the joint efforts of the two, the tire was replaced in five minutes.

At this time, Franklin drove slowly.

Jason stuck his head out of the car and asked, "Hey buddy. Need help?"

"Get out! Just mind yourself." The biker threatened, gripping the shotgun tightly.

Jason smiled shyly and retracted his body.

Just when the two turned their heads, Jason took out a Glock 20 from the front armrest box, and before they could react, he quickly pulled the trigger.

bang bang bang!

The bullets shattered the elbow bones of the two men and got stuck in the muscles.

Their arms gave way, and the shotgun fell to the ground with a thud.

"fack!"

The speeding gang scolded angrily and wanted to run away.

Jason raised his hand and shot him firmly in the back of the head.

Rushing on the spot.

【Ding! Kill a speeding gangster, get 100 villain points, current progress: 1915/4000]

Jason's marksmanship made the driver cut off the idea of ​​running away, and quickly knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

"Please, don't kill me."

Jason got out of the car and asked, "Franklin, you probably haven't seen blood before."

The sight of blood in his mouth refers to murder.

Franklin shook his head.

"As a gangster, if you haven't seen blood, you will never grow up. This person will be handed over to you."

Jason asked Franklin to take the shot, in addition to exercising his guts, he also wanted to do an experiment.

Franklin had a strange expression on his face.

Jason had a sarcastic expression: "Are you scared?"

Franklin spread his hands, expressing his aggrievedness: "Boss, you must at least give me a gun."

Jason took out a military dagger from his pocket and threw it to him: "Using a gun to kill people is far worse than using this stimulus, let's do it."

Franklin pulled out the dagger, and the sharp blade emitted a cold light under the reflection of the moonlight.

He cheered silently in his heart, then kicked the driver to the ground, pierced his back and pierced his heart.

"Ugh!!!"

The driver, who was not killed instantly, began to struggle violently.

Franklin sat down on his back, drew the dagger, and plunged it into the back of the neck again.

After being stabbed seven times in a row, the head and body were about to be separated, and blood gushed out from the back of the neck.

The driver struggled for a moment and then became silent, and the asphalt road was stained red with blood.

【Ding! Fellow party 'Franklin Clinton' kills a biker and gets 100 villain points, current progress: 2015/4000】

Jason guessed right.

The villain points obtained by the party will be returned to Jason's account in a small amount.

In the same way, the prestige they gained should also be counted as his prestige.

Franklin stood up, his face was spattered with blood, and his breathing became short of breath.

Jason, who was standing aside, analyzed calmly.

"Hands are too rough, just like street gangsters, remember to practice more in the future."

He calmly said something creepy.

Time was running out, and it was too late to give Franklin a chance to breathe.

The two threw the body into the grass beside the road and started on the road again.

Franklin drove a heavy truck ahead, and Jason drove a Honda s2000, keeping a distance of seven to eight hundred meters from him.

With the hood closed, Jason called Morgan while driving.

"Hey! Mr. $15 million, how are you doing recently?"

Jason leaned on the seat and shrugged: "Not bad, how about you?"

Morgan said cheerfully: "Thanks to you, people in the underground world of New York are in panic. In order not to be approached by a disaster like you, gangs of all sizes have started hoarding supplies."

"Pistols, rifles, heavy machine guns, grenades, mines, body armor... The sales of all weapons and protective gear have skyrocketed. During this period, my business has nearly tripled."

"Then congratulations. I have a business here and I want to talk to you."

"what business?"

"A batch of high-end motorcycles."

"My God! It can't be the motorcycles stolen by the biker gang."

In addition to selling weapons, Morgan also sold information. He immediately thought of a recent piece of news.

Jason was very impressed: "As expected of a black market dealer, he is really well-informed."

"Jason, you don't really want to clean up all the gangsters in New York, do you?"

"I'm not interested in New York gangsters. I'm only interested in money. I will take action on anyone who has valuable goods, including you."

"I buy Karma! You guys are really crazy."

Without the chain of Jin Bin, Jason completely turned into a lion that broke free from its cage, hungry, wounded, ferocious, the kind who catches and eats.

This day in New York may really be changing.

Morgan felt a headache for a while. He was too old to stand the toss, and he just wanted to do business safely.

"Talk? Do you want this batch of goods? Don't want me to go find someone else."

"Yes! Of course! As you said, don't make trouble with money if you have trouble with anyone."

"That's good, 52 high-end motorcycles, valued at 5 million US dollars, you can ask for a price."

Jason kept asking for the price without changing his face.

"Hehehe..."

There was a hint of cunning in Morgan's voice: "Jason, you actually set the abacus on me. According to my information, the total price of that batch of motorcycles will definitely not exceed 4 million."

Jason pretended not to know: "Well, it seems that my appraiser is not professional, let's count you 4 million, an old friend for so many years."

Morgan is not too entangled in this matter.

In business, it is always asking for a price and paying back the money on the ground.

"1000000!"

"what the fuck!"

Jason felt a surge of anger welling up.

"It's a rule in the industry to cut black cars in half. Do you think I'm a rookie? Or do you think I'm Jason, and you want to take the opportunity to kill me!"

Morgan explained unhurriedly: "The rule is to cut in half, but this is the car of the Speeding Gang."

"If I take these cars, it's tantamount to making an enemy of the speeding gang."

"If someone finds out some clues, I will be very troublesome."