Marvel’s Big Villain

At the last second when his consciousness faded, Jason felt sincerely: Jin Bing, so strong!

Then he tilted his head and passed out completely.

【Ding! [Hey Grass Warrior] Mission failed! 】

【Ding! [Fighting Maniac] Mission failed! 】

"call……"

After venting, the resentment in Jin Bing's heart dissipated, and he felt a sense of relief all over his body.

He waved at the vehicle in the distance, and one of his men stepped out of the vehicle immediately.

"boss!"

"Contact a rescue helicopter and send Jason to the hospital for emergency treatment. He can't die until he tells the secret."

"Okay, boss."

After the phone call, the subordinate asked again: "Boss, what about those reporters? Are you going to send them back?"

Jin Bing looked back at the mess at the scene, thought for a moment and said, "Let them take some photos, keep them for now and don't post them, maybe they will be useful in the future."

The subordinate nodded, and ran back to the car to let the unscrupulous journalists who had been paid come down to take pictures.

Here are some pictures of the bodies of the members of the 'charity organization', some pictures of the daily necessities in the container, and some pictures of the car that is still burning in front of it.

When the reporters finished taking photos, there was a sudden roar of propellers in the distance.

Jin Bin raised his head and looked over, feeling a little puzzled: the rescue helicopter came so fast?

When he got closer, he could see clearly that this was not a hospital rescue helicopter, but a police helicopter gunship.

There are also three English letters sprayed on the side of the fuselage.

DEA (U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration)

From the onboard loudspeaker, Stan Phil's voice came out: "This is the New York Drug Enforcement Administration, everyone below, immediately lay on the ground with their heads in their hands!"

When the reporter saw the situation, he was so frightened that he quickly lay down on the ground with his head in his hands.

Jin Bin straightened his back with his hands behind his back, with dissatisfaction on his face.

who is he?

He is Kim Bin, the king of New York's underworld.

Others have always knelt down for him, wanting him to kneel down for others, hmph, dreaming!

"That fat man down there, immediately lay on the ground with his head in his arms! This is the last warning!"

Squeak!

A mechanical sound sounded, and the onboard 23mm multi-barreled cannon on the helicopter began to aim at Jin Bin, and then spun wildly.

A bulletproof suit can only protect against bullets. If you encounter a machine gun...

Forget it, I can't afford it.

Jin Bing put his head in his hands and lay obediently on the ground.

After all the personnel at the scene were under control, the helicopter landed slowly.

Stan Phil jumped out of the plane with four armed cronies.

Jin Bin, reporter, Jason...

Burning cars, corpses all over the ground, messy living supplies in containers.

Stan glanced around, and he roughly understood what happened at the scene.

It turned out that Jin Bing, the bastard, made a move.

He walked over to Jason with a gloomy face and touched the arteries in his neck.

Fortunately, people are still alive.

He quickly made a gesture, and the two cronies immediately retracted their guns and carefully lifted Jason to the helicopter.

The other two cronies took out the video camera and the memory card in the camera and took it away.

Stan walked up to Jin Bin, knelt down, and looked down at him with an unkind expression.

"Dare to set me up, you think your life is too long, you'd better pray that Jason is okay, or..."

Jin didn't care about his threats at all, but said in a slightly surprised tone.

"I thought Jason had some kind of agreement with you DEA, he gave the location of the New York Hey Grass factory, you gave him a hideout and concealed his identity."

"But now it seems that the relationship between you is more complicated than I guessed. It even... feels like a superior-subordinate relationship. Hehe, I really don't know what benefits he has given you."

Stan snorted coldly, spat in Jin Bin's face, then turned around and boarded the helicopter.

The helicopter took off and flew quickly towards the hospital.

Jin Bin slowly got up from the ground, but the mobile phone in his pocket rang, and it was an unknown number.

"Jin Bin, something serious happened. The police station will clean up the underground forces in New York tonight. You should quickly hide the illegal materials, or you will be in trouble."

"Hmph! Why did you not tell me such important information until now?"

"The higher-ups are going to play for real this time. They confiscated all the police officers' mobile phones. I lied and ran out because there was an emergency at home. Don't worry about other things, let someone hide the supplies quickly."

"Don't worry, I have already hidden the supplies. By the way, I want to let you know that Jason has appeared."

"What! Jason! Where is he?"

"He was taken away by the DEA."

"FUCK! It's the DEA bastards again! Now that they've taken the man away, our police department can't get involved."

"Idiot! Such a big piece of cake, can the Drug Enforcement Administration eat it? Hurry up and report the news, your boss will have a solution."

"Okay, I'll report it immediately. You deliberately told me this news, it shouldn't be a sudden kindness."

"Of course not. There is a big secret hidden in Jason, and you have to help me dig it out."

………………

Seeing Jason's miserable state, Stan shook his head and called Franklin.

"How's the situation? Boss is okay."

"People are still alive, so it's hard to say what's left."

"FUCK!"

"Don't blame yourself too much. Everyone is responsible for what happened tonight. If you hadn't informed me urgently, Jason might have been taken away by Jin Bing."

"God, I hope the boss can make it through this time."

"Hurry up and go back to the safe house, I'll take care of the boss."

After hanging up the phone, the helicopter landed on the top floor of the hospital.

After the helicopter came to a complete stop, the medical staff who had been waiting here swarmed up with stretchers and instruments.

Bandages to stop the bleeding, saline injections, ventilators to supply oxygen... all available first aid methods were used.

The spacious aisle has been completely emptied, and four doctors rushed towards the operating room pushing a stretcher.

This is a patient sent by the director of the New York Drug Enforcement Administration himself, and he has emphasized the importance of the patient countless times on the phone, so the hospital naturally attaches great importance to it.

The stretcher was pushed smoothly into the operating room.

Seeing the red light outside the operating room turned on, Stan threw his back into the sky and let out a long sigh.

He sat on the bench outside the corridor in despair, anxious inside, burning inside and out.

Jason's injury this time was entirely his responsibility.

It was because he underestimated the enemy and was too impatient.

If we had been a little more cautious, the outcome might have been different.

Ten minutes later, a doctor in a white coat came out of the operating room.

Stan hurried up to meet him and asked, "Doctor, how is he doing?"

The doctor pulled off his mask and shook his head: "The patient has multiple traumas all over his body, excessive blood loss, severe fractures in his arms, chest and abdomen, and internal bleeding caused by damage to his spleen and kidneys... In short, his injuries are too serious, and the possibility of his recovery is very small. .”

Stan's eyes turned red in an instant, and he clutched the doctor's collar: "Doctor! I don't want to hear such nonsense! This person inside is very, very important! No matter what medicine you use or what method you think of, you must bring him back to life. !"

The doctor was taken aback by Stan, and quickly said: "Don't worry, we will do our best. I will immediately contact doctors from other hospitals and conduct consultations overnight."

Stan let go of his hand and begged, "Please!"