Marvel’s Big Villain

Mrs. Gao hung up the phone, her face was livid with anger.

A kid in his twenties dared to talk to her like that.

Jin He sat opposite, looked at her with a smile, and felt that every cell in his body was comfortable.

You, an old hag, will have your day, Jason really did a great deed.

After a while, Mrs. Gao regained her composure and stood up to leave: "Jin Bin, I'll leave Jason to you. Be quick!"

"Don't worry." Jin smiled as he sent her to the door.

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When Franklin came home with a case of wine, Jason came out of the bathroom after washing the blood and was putting a medical bandage on his arm.

Seeing the blood splattered all over the living room and the headless corpse lying on the ground, Franklin opened his mouth wide in surprise.

"I buy it!!! A few minutes after I left, what happened?"

Jason's face was pale, and he pointed to the headless corpse on the ground and said, "My whereabouts have been discovered. This is the killer they sent."

Although there was no on-site observation, the scars on Jason's body and the tragedy in the living room made Franklin understand that there must have been a tragic life-and-death struggle here just now.

Franklin calmed down and asked, "What should I do with this corpse? Is it going to be dug and buried?"

Just as Jason was about to answer, the phone on the table vibrated suddenly.

"Jason, your address has been discovered by the police. The New York Special Police will arrive in ten minutes. They want to rush to this address as soon as possible."

Franklin leaned over: "Boss, whose text message is this?"

Jason smiled without saying a word, and handed him the phone.

After reading it, Franklin asked suspiciously, "Is this news reliable?"

Jason nodded slightly: "The discovery of the hiding place was as early as I expected, but I didn't expect it so soon. It seems that the power of the police should not be underestimated."

"Then... what about this address?"

This is where Franklin is puzzled.

Jason was a loner. His former friends and brothers were dead and betrayed. How could anyone warn him at a critical moment.

This is most likely a trap set by a certain force.

Jason patted him on the shoulder: "Don't think too much, the address is fine, just pack up and leave."

Five minutes later, the two left through the back door with big bags and small bags on their backs, and rode their motorcycles to the address on the text message.

Not long after the two left, three armed helicopters appeared in the cloudless sky, and more than a dozen explosion-proof vehicles full of special police came rapidly, and surrounded Franklin's home.

The police broke open the door, and there was only a headless body inside.

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The address on the text message was a low-cost apartment less than five kilometers away from Franklin's house, which didn't even have an elevator.

The apartment building is seven stories high, with eight rooms on each floor, and the area of ​​each room is less than 100 square meters.

Most of the people who live here are ordinary families with jobs but not high income.

The two put on baseball caps and masks to cover their faces, and went to room 503 on the fifth floor with their luggage.

The door of the room was not closed, leaving a gap, and the sound of piano music came from inside.

Both Jason and Franklin are rough people. They can only hear the sound of the piano, but they don't know which piece it is or who the author is.

They glanced at each other, pulled out their pistols, loaded them, and slowly opened the door.

The sound of the piano music is getting louder and louder, the rhythm is getting faster and faster, and it seems to have reached a climax.

In the living room, a man in a white suit turned his back to them, waving his hands up and down to the beat of a piano piece like the conductor of a symphony orchestra.

Franklin had question marks all over his head, but Jason had such an expression as expected.

After the climax, the tune flattens and the man lowers his arms and turns around slowly.

Middle-aged Caucasian man with brown hair and stubble.

I don't know if it's because the room is too hot, or because I'm too tired from beating, a few strands of hair are stuck to my forehead with sweat.

He smiled and glanced at the two in front of him, then looked at Jason: "Do you like Beethoven?"

Jason shook his head.

Who is Beethoven? Where are you from?

The man showed a disappointed expression: "You don't like Beethoven, you don't know what you missed. His overture always makes my blood boil, but after the overture, seriously, it starts to get boring! So I stopped listening !"

Confused by his nervous speech, Franklin couldn't help asking, "Hey buddy, who are you? Why are you helping us?"

The man ignored him directly, took out an iron box from his pocket and shook it by his ear.

Inside the iron box were several capsules, he took out one and threw it into his mouth, then supported his waist and leaned back vigorously.

Franklin froze.

What a fool, right?

He walked up to Jason, sniffed the pen tip, and said obsessively, "You know, I've liked you for a long time."

"Your criminal methods are full of violent aesthetics. Those corpses that fell on the ground are like works of art carved by you."

"You still have the smell of blood on your body, can you tell me how that unlucky guy died?"

His eyes are sincere and full of curiosity.

Jason replied calmly: "Grab his feet, spin in place at high speed, and then let his head hit the wall."

"Boom!"

The man imitated the sound of an explosion, then laughed and said, "That's why I like you, you're a criminal genius!"

The laughter gradually subsided, and he calmed down and took out his ID and said, "Let me introduce myself. My name is Norman Stanfield. People who know me call me Stan. I am currently the director of the New York Drug Enforcement Administration!"

"I even buy Karma!"

Franklin was stunned and didn't know what to say.

The head of the New York Drug Enforcement Agency?

Can this kind of scum enter the Drug Enforcement Administration?

And what a director!

His poor three views instantly shattered to the ground.

While still able to communicate normally, Franklin quickly asked, "Why did you save us?"

Stan spread his hands and said, "The reason is very simple. I am a fanatical admirer of Jason. I want to join in and complete earth-shattering crimes with him."

"This reason is too ridiculous."

Franklin forgot, that's why he joined Jason.

"So, for the sake of saving you, can I join you?" Stan asked sincerely.

Jason smiled and opened his arms: "Welcome to join!"

【Ding! The villain's party has been successfully recruited. 】

[Party: Norman Stanfield]

【Source: "This Killer Is Not So Cold"】

[Abilities: Music Proficiency (Level 2), Driving Proficiency (Level 3), Gun Proficiency (Level 4), Special Operations (Level 3)]