Marvel’s Big Villain

The mess in front of him made Wesley dumbfounded.

After a long time, he murmured out a sentence: "What...fack!"

"Wesley, I'm sorry."

Annie knelt on the bed, covering her mouth and nose and weeping bitterly: "I was wrong, I swear this is the last time, there will never be a next time, please forgive me."

Wesley looked at Anne with a strange look in his eyes, as if he was getting to know his wife again.

Gradually, there was more emotion in his eyes.

There is confusion, doubt, anger, and killing intent!

Wesley clenched his fists expressionlessly, and said slowly, "Jason, there's your favorite 20-year-old Scotch whiskey at the bar downstairs, go try it, you won't be disappointed."

His words were devoid of emotion, like the calm before the storm.

"OK!"

Jason nodded, and went downstairs with the gun in hand.

There are dozens of bottles of good wine on the bar next to the restaurant, and the price of each bottle is no less than 1,000 US dollars.

Jason turned on the dim incandescent lights at the bar, looking for his favorite Scotch whiskey.

"Whiskey, whiskey... found it!"

Taking out the corkscrew and opening the wine bottle, Annie's screams came from upstairs.

Jason paused slightly, then went on with his own business, unaffected by the sound.

Wesley hadn't killed anyone for many years, so the technique wasn't unfamiliar.

Taking out the whiskey glass and taking out some ice cubes from the refrigerator, Jason sat on the swivel chair at the bar counter, leisurely tasting the 20-year-old Scotch whiskey.

Annie's screams lasted for a long time and finally stopped. Wesley slowly walked down the stairs as if he had lost his soul, and sat on the swivel seat with a stiff body.

"It tastes really good, you should try it too."

Jason took out an empty glass, filled it with a quarter of whiskey and handed it over.

Wesley grabbed the bottle rudely, filled the glass, and then drank it with his head raised.

Boom~

Glasses smashed on the bar.

Wesley squeezed his wine glass hard, bowed his head, closed his eyes, and was breathing very rapidly.

Jason didn't speak. Outsiders can't help with this kind of thing, so he can only survive by himself.

Refilling Wesley's wine glass, Jason played with the glass while pouring himself a drink.

Half an hour later, the two drank a bottle of whiskey.

At this time, Wesley finally came to his senses and said, "Jason, I'm sorry for letting you see such a scandal."

Jason shook his head slightly, and said with a smile, "No need to apologize, it's pretty cool to me anyway."

"FUCK YOU!"

"Shit! This guy is disgusting." Wesley suddenly relaxed a lot.

The two clinked glasses and drank the last sip of whiskey in the glass.

Putting down his glass, Wesley's expression became serious: "What the hell did you do, the bastard, I was so angry when I saw Jin for the first time."

"A little thing."

"What little thing?"

Jason looked down at the wine glass and said calmly, "I slept with Vanessa."

Wesley was completely dumbfounded.

"What? What the hell is this called a trivial matter? God."

Jason waved his hand impatiently: "Don't worry about it, I just came today to ask, how did Jin find out about Vanessa and me?"

Wesley shook his head: "Kim didn't tell me anything, not even about Vanessa, he just told me that you betrayed the gang, and asked me to notify the gangs in New York to put a reward on your head."

Jason smiled lightly. He had long been mentally prepared for the reward on his head, otherwise he would not have changed his phone, and even had to change his outfit when he went out.

"what price?"

"Dead $1 million, alive $3 million!"

"Hey! It's a big deal." Jason said with a smile, "Can I turn myself in?"

"I welcome it very much."

Wesley stood up, straightened his suit and prepared to go upstairs: "I still have a mess to deal with, you can go, just pretend I haven't seen you tonight."

"Wesley!"

Jason put down his wine glass with a smile, pulled out the Glock pistol hidden in his clothes, and pointed it at him.

"You can't get away without giving me an answer, or you can try to kill me with your Beretta 92."

Wesley's expression was a little surprised, and the hand that had just touched the gun stopped instantly.

Under the dim light, the two men stood and sat looking at each other, holding a pistol in their hands.

After a few seconds of stalemate, Wesley gave up.

He let go of his hand and said angrily, "Jason, I told you, I don't know anything, Jin didn't tell me the truth."

Jason smiled disdainfully: "You and I have been friends and colleagues for many years. We understand each other far better than ourselves. Do you still need to lie in front of me?"

Wesley remained silent with a dark face.

"Okay, let me be clear then. Kim loves feathers and hates Brother Vladimir, so he's definitely not going to call him himself."

"Then the question is, who did Vladimir receive instructions to find my house accurately?"

After speaking, Wesley's expression finally changed.

He sighed, "Sorry Jason, I..."

"Don't apologize, I know you're just following Jin Bin's orders."

"Thank you." Wesley continued: "When Jin Bin called me yesterday, I knew you slept with Vanessa. God, I was going crazy at that time. You bastard is really not afraid of death."

"Thank you." Jason laughed.

"I didn't praise you." Wesley frowned and roared a little excitedly.

"Because of you, Hell's Kitchen, which has already settled down, and even the underground forces in New York are completely in chaos. Do you know how many people will die for this!"

Jason shook his head contemptuously, thinking that Wesley really deserves to be Jin Bing's beloved disciple, who perfectly inherited Jin Bing's thoughts.

From the beginning of forming a gang, Jin Bin set himself a small goal.

The gangs that rule the whole of New York restrain their subordinates through strict regulations, thus creating a perfect city without killing, robbery, and violent crime.

Jin Bing once told Jason about his ideals, and Jason agreed with a smile on the surface, but he was very disdainful behind the scenes.

Jason stared into Wesley's eyes and said seriously: "Wesley, do you really believe what Jin Bin said? It's ridiculous!"

"Evil is evil, good is good, don't always put gold on your face, as long as scum like us is alive in the world, New York will never settle down."

Wesley said unconvinced: "The crime rate in Hell's Kitchen under Jin Bin's rule is lower than ever before. Doesn't this explain the problem?"