Marvel’s Big Villain

"Hey!"

"Damn it, you finally answered the phone!"

Jason's anxious voice came from the phone.

Belmode thought that there was something wrong with him, and quickly covered his mouth and asked in a low voice: "What? Something happened to you?"

"Everything is going well here, but I have something urgent to tell you. Michelle ambushed the killer at tonight's reception."

"Based on the conversation between her and her subordinates, I guess she wants the killer to throw acid on your face. As long as you are disfigured, you won't be able to rob her of men in the future."

"So, you must be extremely careful at the reception, and always pay attention to suspicious people! Forget it, I advise you not to attend the dance, and find an excuse to leave!"

Jason spoke extremely fast, full of worry and anxiety.

His heartfelt words warmed Belmode's heart.

There was a sincere smile on her face, not a professional smile to deal with outsiders, but a smile that came from the heart and could not be spoken.

Belmode leaned on a palm tree, looking up at the bright starry sky slightly.

In those years, the picture of knowing and falling in love with Jason unconsciously emerged in my mind.

If I could have trusted him a little more and understood him a little more back then, maybe I have started a family now and lived a very happy life.

However, it is not too late now.

Belmode showed a sweet smile, and asked tentatively: "Are you caring about me when you call me in such a hurry? Could it be that you want to abandon Harleen Quizell and get back together with me?"

Jason's expression froze for a moment, and then he was furious.

Damn, I made a few phone calls in a row, anxious like a flea, you still have time to think about these romantic things.

An unknown fire ignited in Jason's heart, and he yelled at the phone: "I care about you, uncle! Get the hell out of here!"

Hearing the busy tone of "beep beep" in his ear, Belmode's face was covered with black lines and he was shaking with anger.

The slight touch just now made me feed the dog.

Go to hell, scumbag!

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Come back to Jason.

Seeing him hang up the phone angrily, Harry quickly asked, "Is she all right?"

Jason said angrily: "It's okay, it's fine."

After speaking, he sat back on the sofa and continued to monitor the conversation in the next room.

Michelle and the bodyguards were drinking and singing while waiting for the good news from Beverly Hills.

About ten minutes later, the bodyguard's cell phone rang.

Michelle turned off the music, and the box immediately became quiet.

"Hey……"

The bodyguard put the phone to his ear, and his face turned pale after a while.

Michelle had a bad premonition in her heart, and asked quickly: "What happened? Did the mission fail?"

The bodyguard hung up the phone and nodded with shame.

"shit!"

Michelle cursed angrily: "It's a bunch of trash. I gave you 1 million dollars, and you actually found me this kind of stuff."

"After the failure of this mission, that bitch will definitely take strict precautions. I don't know how long I will have to wait to find such an opportunity next time!"

The bodyguard twitched, and said falteringly: "There is a big trouble! Not only did he fail in his mission, he was also knocked down by Christine and failed to commit suicide. Now he has been brought back to the police station for interrogation."

Hearing this, Jason secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but Michelle's expression was like seeing a ghost.

"He...isn't dead?"

The bodyguard nodded embarrassingly.

Michelle was trembling with anger: "Not to mention the failure of the mission, you can't even bite the poison in your mouth, such a simple thing can't be done well! I can't find the right words to describe your stupidity!"

Her expression was full of anger and panic.

Once that person tells the story under the pressure of the police, she will be completely finished.

Michelle picked up the vodka bottle and poured tons of wine into her mouth. Halfway through drinking, she slammed the bottle into the corner.

With a crash, the wine bottle shattered, causing Jason's eardrums to ache.

Michelle's expression was dull, and she sat on the sofa in a daze.

At this moment, she was full of confusion and didn't know what to do.

After a while, she stood up, put on her windbreaker and walked out, and the bodyguards hurriedly followed.

Jason took off his earphones, hurried out of the door first, pretending to go to the bathroom.

"Hey! Miss Michele."

He waved and greeted him in a friendly way.

But Michelle didn't look at him and rushed over. Jason was bumped by her shoulder and staggered back a few steps to lean against the wall.

Michelle and the bodyguards went straight down the second floor without apologizing.

However, what they didn't know was that at the moment of the collision, a bug carrying a signal transmitter was secretly hidden in Michelle's windbreaker pocket.

After they disappeared from sight, Jason walked into the next box, recovered the hidden bug, and then called Harry to leave the nightclub and walked towards the parking lot.

As soon as I arrived at the parking lot, I saw Michelle clashing with the bodyguard.

"Let go of your hands! I'm in a bad mood right now and I'm going out for a drive."

"You just got high and drank a lot of wine, let me drive."

Michelle slapped the bodyguard's face with her backhand, and asked with red eyes: "A trash who can't even do such a trivial matter, what right does he have to control me?"

The bodyguard bowed his head guiltily, unable to utter a single rebuttal.

Michelle took the keys and got into the Ferrari F430.

"boom!"

The fiery red Ferrari started and roared out of the parking lot, while the bodyguards followed closely behind in four Cadillacs.

Jason turned on the signal receiving software on his phone, and a red flash appeared on the screen.

The effective range of the signal transmitter is ten kilometers. This distance allows Jason to follow them far behind without any haste.

………………………

Los Angeles is a city that never sleeps, even in the middle of the night there is still a lot of traffic.

Michelle was driving a Ferrari, driving fast on the road.

The bodyguard dialed her phone and yelled: "Are you crazy! There is still room for redemption in Beverly Hills, but if you are stopped by the police now and take you to the hospital for blood tests, your acting career It's completely ruined!"

"Go to hell, trash!"

Michelle hung up the phone directly, then changed direction and drove towards the suburbs.

Leaving the traffic jams of urban areas, Ferrari's performance advantages are brought into play.

In less than ten minutes, she left the bodyguard's car far behind, not to mention the taillights, and she couldn't even smell the exhaust.

The Cadillac stopped at a fork in the suburbs, the head of the bodyguard said through the intercom.

"Let's spread out in four directions to look for it. Once we find it, we will stop immediately and bring her back. If she still wants to resist, she can be tough."

"Understood!"

In the Mercedes-Benz, Jason saw the bodyguard team separate, and said with a smile, "Very good, Michelle is alone!"

Harry put his hands together: "Honey! Promise me, you won't hurt her!"

"I try my best!"

After speaking, Jason stepped on the accelerator and drove towards the signal source.

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Thanks to [Lao Chao Feng] [Xiang Dad Yan Ma] for the 100-point reward!