Marvel’s Big Villain

After the call ended, Jason secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Vladimir has already taken the bait, and now he is waiting for old Morgan to send over the C4 plastic explosives.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, an old Mercedes-Benz S600 sedan drove into the alley and stopped behind the Ford.

Two cars, one behind the other, completely blocked the alley.

The Mercedes-Benz began to signal, and the high beams flashed four times, three long and one short.

Jason said: "No problem, let's make a code."

Paul nodded and did so, pressing the brake three times long and once short.

This is the code that Jason and Morgan agreed on on the phone. If any party makes a mistake, it means that there is a problem with the transaction and they need to evacuate immediately.

After confirming that the signal was correct, Jason got out of the car, and the driver of the Mercedes-Benz also got out, opened the rear door, and helped the old man out of the car.

The old man has gray temples, round golden glasses, and wrinkles and age spots on his face.

Leaning on crutches with one hand, he struggled out of the car and walked forward with a smile.

Jason walked up to the old man without saying hello, but sniffed his nose vigorously.

"The perfume smell is very light, which means that the other party's body odor is not heavy, and the fragrance is sweet. Many young girls love to use it. Let me guess...it should be an Asian college student."

Morgan nodded in admiration and said, "Jason, you are really good at recognizing women by smelling fragrance with your hands."

Jason's face changed: "Bah! You're so old, it's disgusting. The woman you're playing with is actually younger than your granddaughter."

Morgan didn't refute, but just sighed: "Hey, the older you get, the more you like a young body. Don't laugh at me, you will have this day in the future."

Jason spread his hands indifferently: "Let's not talk nonsense, let's see the goods."

Morgan nodded to the driver, who went to the trunk, took out a dark suitcase, placed it on the hood and opened it.

Inside the box were five dough-like C4 plastic explosives lined up, and a remote detonator.

Morgan pointed to C4 and introduced: "The five C4 explosives have all been connected in series. It is powerful enough to knock a house into the air. You have to be careful when using it."

Jason didn't listen to his nonsense, and took out the explosives for inspection.

The driver became alert and immediately put his right hand on the holster.

Morgan stopped him calmly: "Don't be nervous, Jason is not an idiot."

After checking, it was confirmed that there was no problem with the explosives, and Jason nodded in satisfaction.

Morgan: "The goods have been experienced, pay for it."

Jason looked at him, smiled sheepishly, and said, "Morgan, since I'm a long-time customer, I'll give you a credit once."

"what!"

Morgan changed his face in an instant, frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Jason, you know the rules of the black market, no one is allowed to pay on credit."

Jason clasped his hands together and begged, "Brother, just make an exception for me. I swear that I will pay back the money within a week."

"No, rules are rules, and no one can break them."

After all, Morgan gave the driver a wink and motioned him to take the box.

"wait!"

The driver ignored him at all and just closed the suitcase.

Jason was not happy. He pressed the box with one hand, and the hood of the Mercedes-Benz immediately made a sound of being overwhelmed.

The driver glared at him and tried to pull the suitcase over, but he tried hard and couldn't.

Morgan narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone: "Jason, do you want to play hard?"

Jason said: "Of course I don't dare. If I play hard games today, from tomorrow onwards, all the underground dealers in New York and even the United States will blacklist me and never accept me."

"Then what do you mean?"

Jason said: "I just want to change the trading place. If I'm lucky, I should be able to get a lot of cash."

Morgan saw what he meant.

The dim eyes suddenly flickered: "Where are you going? Jin Bing's house?"

Jason rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "God, there are fifty or sixty gunmen stationed at Jin Bing's house, only crazy people would go there. What I'm looking for is Vladimir."

Hearing this answer, Morgan's interest did not diminish at all: "Blood debt is paid with blood, revenge must be avenged, as expected of Jason. How about this, if you reveal a piece of information to me, I will make an exception and take a trip with you."

Jason was surprised: "I actually have the information you want?"

Morgan got closer and whispered: "Of course there is. The whole New York is full of troubles about the breakup between you and Jin. From right-hand man to life-and-death enemy, everyone wants to know what happened between you two?"

Looking at Morgan's expectant face, Jason sighed, "A profiteer is a profiteer. The value of this information is more than 300,000 US dollars."

Morgan stretched out his withered palm: "Someone is willing to spend half a million dollars to get this information."

Jason was a little surprised, do gangsters in New York like to gossip so much?

"I can tell you the information, but you have to help me waive the bills for these C4s. It's my performance commission."

When it came to money, Morgan put away his smile immediately: "Pay the money quickly, or I'll leave."

Jason said helplessly: "Okay, if you are cruel, I will tell you."

He leaned close to Morgan's ear and whispered, "When Jin Bin was on a business trip to Los Angeles, I slept with Vanessa!"

Morgan's eyes lit up instantly, and an incredible expression appeared on his face.

"Crazy, you crazy, you dare to sleep with Jin Bing's woman!"

Jason waved his hand quickly, motioning him to keep his voice down: "Low key, low key."

This information was so shocking that Morgan's brain was dizzy and his steps were chaotic. He quickly supported himself with crutches so as not to fall to the ground.

This information is more than 500,000, at least it has to be sold for 1 million!

Just as Morgan was recovering, Vladimir's call came, and Jason got back into the Ford car.

"The men and weapons are all ready, a total of 24 people including me."

Paul asked, "Address?"

"It's in the warehouse that Jin Bing arranged for us, as you know."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

After hanging up the phone, Jason had a scheming smile on his face.

He beckoned Paul to get out of the car, ready to install a C4 bomb on him.

Looking at the C4 plastic explosives connected in series, Paul's expression became tense, and his breathing became short of breath.

While installing the explosives, Jason comforted: "Breathe, relax, don't be nervous. This thing won't cause you any pain. After a while, you can see God."

Paul closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly. After repeating it a few times, the tension eased.

After the explosives were installed, Paul drove alone to the Russian Mafia's headquarters.

Jason got into Morgan's Mercedes-Benz and followed it from a distance.

When Paul was less than two hundred meters away from the warehouse, Jason dialed his phone.

"Hide your phone in your suit pocket, make sure I can hear you, and when the time is right, you yell."

"I see...Jason, don't forget what you said, you must take good care of my family."

"Don't worry, I will."

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