Marvel’s Big Villain

When Stan walked out of the prison, the sky was already slightly bright.

He was restless at the moment, not sleepy at all.

I just want to find a place to get drunk and let off steam.

Sitting in the car, the aide asked, "Stan, do you want to take you home?"

Just as Stan was about to announce the name of the bar, he suddenly remembered what Jason had said to him, and quickly changed his words: "No, go to the safe house in Queens."

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In the safe house, Franklin walked around the living room anxiously.

It was the third day since Jason was arrested, but he couldn't think of anything to do except sit at home and watch TV.

"Franklin, it's me!"

Suddenly, Stan's voice appeared at the door.

Franklin was overjoyed, and hurriedly opened the door and asked, "How is the boss? It's said on TV that he's been put in jail. Is it true?"

Stan lay slumped on the sofa, picked up the beer and took a big gulp: "It's true! Not only that, the prison where he was held was simply a military fortress. There were less than 300 prisoners, but there were a thousand With many prison guards guarding him, it is impossible to rescue Jason by force alone."

The smile on Franklin's face disappeared completely, and he asked anxiously: "Then what should we do? Aren't you the director of the Drug Enforcement Administration? Is there nothing you can do?"

Stan shook his head helplessly.

He is the director of the Drug Enforcement Administration, but not the Minister of Justice. How can he have so much energy to release Jason.

"However." Stan frowned and said, "Jason didn't seem worried at all, and even said something weird."

He conveyed Jason's entrustment to Franklin verbatim.

"Huh? Let us go out and do bad things in his name, what's the point?"

Anyone with a normal IQ will find this sentence problematic.

After a moment of silence, Franklin's eyes lit up, and he said excitedly, "I see! The boss wants us to go out and make trouble, and then use this to force the government to release him."

Stan shook his head and said speechlessly: "Hey, do you watch too many Hollywood movies! This kind of plot is impossible to happen in reality."

Franklin didn't listen to persuasion at all. He thought he had gotten what Jason meant: "Yes, it must be like this! Let's make a plan quickly."

Stan's mouth twitched, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Although he felt that this idea was unreliable, but now there is no other way.

Stan took out a piece of paper and analyzed while writing: "Jason said that the bad things we do must be insane, and the bigger the trouble, the better. I think there is nothing more eye-catching than a bomb attack in Times Square gone."

Franklin nodded in approval, but added: "I agree with the bomb attack, but I think we should change the place."

Stan asked curiously, "Where?"

Franklin sneered: "NYPD headquarters!"

"hiss!"

Stan tactically leaned back, couldn't help taking a breath, and then said with admiration: "You are really a ruthless person! But have you ever thought about the consequences of this incident, the police all over the United States will go crazy It seems that I can catch you everywhere, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, it will be useless."

Franklin was not afraid, and said seriously: "What are you afraid of! At worst, you will be in prison for the rest of your life with the boss."

Hearing this sentence, Stan couldn't help but think highly of him.

Although this nigger is stupid, stupid and useless, his loyalty is worthy of admiration.

"Okay, then it's settled! The plan is set for tomorrow, and I will help you prepare everything you need!"

After speaking, Stan left the safe house and started preparing to go.

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At 8 o'clock the next morning, Franklin received a text message from Stan, saying that things were ready and he was asked to go to a nearby underground parking lot.

Franklin put on sunglasses, a mask and a baseball cap, wrapped himself up tightly, and then came to the designated location in the parking lot.

I saw a van with a postal logo on it parked there.

Before he could approach, the car door was suddenly opened, and two strange men stepped out of the car.

Franklin stopped, with a vigilant expression on his face.

One person explained: "You are Franklin, don't be afraid, we are Stan's subordinates."

"What about Stan?" Franklin asked.

"Of course I went to the prison. As long as Jason doesn't speak for a day, Stan and the other two directors have to go to the prison to report every day."

Jason is still in custody, and the investigation team will complete the task only after he spits out all the information he knows.

Franklin nodded, relaxed his vigilance and asked, "Is everything ready?"

The man nodded, took out a large package from the car, and said, "This is 10 kilograms of TNT explosives. The blast radius is 50 meters. How powerful is it...you can figure it out yourself."

"The surface of the package is coated with a special material, which cannot be detected even by a photoion mobility spectrometer explosive detector."

After finishing speaking, he took out the oval detonator again, pointed to the safety cover and said: "The explosive has been energized, this is the detonator to detonate the explosive, push the safety cover away with your thumb, and then press the red button hard." .”

"There is also a set of postal work clothes in the car, if you need anything else, please let me know."

Franklin shook his head: "No, thank you."

There is not much technical content in this kind of thing, what is needed is the courage to face death.

"You're welcome, good luck!"

The man patted Franklin on the shoulder and left.

After changing his clothes, Franklin silently cheered himself up, then got on the postal vehicle and drove towards the police headquarters.

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It's 9:00 a.m., the busiest time for the police station.

The postal van slowly parked in the parking space. Franklin opened the compartment after getting out of the van, and slowly carried the package out.

At this time, a yawning police officer came over: "Hey! What is this?

Franklin glanced at him, and said in a flat tone, "What else can it be except the package."

The police officer glanced at it and frowned: "I want to check."

For a moment, Franklin's expression was a little flustered, but the policeman focused all his attention on the package and didn't notice this detail.

"Please."

He squatted down and put the package on the ground, but quietly put his right hand into his pocket.

The police officer was about to unpack the package, and happened to see the recipient's name on the package.

That's the name of the chief of police.

The policeman's movements froze immediately.

He thought for a while, stood up and shook his head and said, "Forget it, I won't check it. You can send it in with me."

"OK."

Franklin secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but there was no expression on his face.

The entrance of the New York Police Headquarters was crowded with people, and police officers kept coming in and out.

After the package containing explosives passed the security inspection, Franklin held it, and under the guidance of the policeman, he came to the designated place to sign for it.

After the police officer signed his name, Franklin calmly returned to the car and drove the postal car away.

10 meters, 30 meters, 50 meters, 100 meters...