Marvel’s Big Villain

A lot of blood was lost in the life-and-death struggle just now, and Jason's body is still very weak.

He lay on the sofa in the living room, picked up a newspaper and covered his face, closed his eyes and meditated.

Afraid of disturbing his sleep, Stan turned off the Beethoven piano music playing on his phone.

At this time, Franklin, who was quite critical of Stan, came up and whispered.

"Hi, buddy, welcome to join. Although you are the director of the New York Drug Enforcement Administration, you have a high position and authority, but I have joined the boss before you, and I am the boss's first disciple, so according to the rules of the world, I am your predecessor. Have to respect me."

Stan stared at him blankly, as if wondering if what he said was a joke.

After a while, Stan laughed unconsciously: "Let me respect you? Are you worthy?"

Franklin's face was full of anger.

If it wasn't for the fear of disturbing Jason's sleep, he would have to teach this arrogant guy a lesson today.

Stan looked him up and down in distaste, and said angrily, "You know, it's because of your stupidity that Jason was injured so badly. You still have the nerve to call yourself a senior, shit!"

Hearing this, Franklin was startled and angry, his face almost distorted: "You better speak clearly, or I'll kill you with a single shot."

Stan shook his head contemptuously: "Forget it, I can tell you."

"You gang of sneaky scumbags will leave some traces when you steal a car. These traces represent the modus operandi and characteristics of each of you, just like human fingerprints, which belong only to you."

"Last night, the police sent the Honda S2000 at the scene of the crime to the Trace Inspection Division for inspection. They found traces of your crime on the vehicle's door and ignition switch, so you and Jason were linked together by the police."

"The police retrieved your call records for the past three months and found that you have been in frequent contact with an unfamiliar number in recent days."

"What's even more coincidental is that your aunt Dennis has become very wealthy recently, buying cosmetics at Dior counters and dining at Michelin-starred restaurants. These expenses are completely inconsistent with her income level."

Franklin lowered his head, his face getting worse and worse.

"In the early hours of this morning, the police took advantage of Dennis to go out for a run and controlled her, and learned from him that a stranger lived in the house."

"According to her description, the person's appearance is far from Jason's, but his height and body shape are exactly the same as Jason's. Therefore, the police concluded that after Jason escaped from Manhattan in disguise, he hid in your house."

"At this point in the investigation of the case, the truth is already clear. But I didn't expect that the top police officers had the gangster's eyeliner. He deliberately disrupted the direction of the investigation, provided wrong information, and abruptly delayed the police's action for three hours."

"These three hours are the time he left for her master, Mrs. Gao, to send killers to kill Jason. So now, do you still have the nerve to call yourself the first disciple?"

After listening to Stan's narration, Franklin was full of frustration.

It's only been a few days since he took refuge in Jason, but because of his mistakes, Jason was killed twice.

Thinking of this, Franklin despaired. Maybe he was really just a little bastard who couldn't help him. Even if he followed Jason, it would only cause trouble for him.

"enough!"

Jason, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

"We are all brothers who eat from the same pot. I don't expect you to love each other like a family, but at least you don't need to quarrel because of these past things."

Stan spread his hands and said with an innocent expression: "Boss, I'm not arguing. I'm just telling the cause and effect of the matter. I just hope that little brother Franklin can listen to it and make fewer mistakes in the future."

Jason snorted coldly: "If you have this kind of thought, why don't you think about how to go next."

Stan was very smart and guessed what Jason was thinking: "Boss, next you are planning to take revenge on Mrs. Gao, right?"

Jason nodded slightly.

Stan then asked: "I have a question, Boss, do you know where her factory is?"

"I know, it's in Hell's Kitchen, and I've been there a few times."

Stan clapped his hands and said excitedly: "Then the matter will be much simpler. I can directly send someone to destroy her factory, and then throw this old hag into prison. Then she will play with the boss as she pleases."

Jason shook his head speechlessly: "First, please change an accurate word. Second, there are hundreds of Chinese gangsters under Mrs. Gao, and there are dozens of gangsters related to her interests. Your Drug Enforcement Administration Those people are simply not enough to plug her teeth."

Stan straightened his back and said proudly: "Boss, you underestimate our Drug Enforcement Administration too much. The power we have is not as simple as the few police officers on the surface."

As soon as this remark came out, the interest of Jason and Franklin was immediately aroused.

Stan didn't keep it secret, and said bluntly: "Our Drug Enforcement Administration is the most powerful department in the federal law enforcement agency. Domestically, we share jurisdiction with the FBI, and we also have overseas law enforcement powers in countries where herbal medicines are rampant such as Mexico."

"There is also a special police force under the Drug Enforcement Administration—FAST. The number, budget and operations of this special force are not even qualified for Congress to question."

"If it encounters a particularly serious situation, the Drug Enforcement Administration can even mobilize the Marine Corps to assist in the arrest."

"Madam Gao's Chinese gang and gangs with interests in her are indeed not easy to mess with, but no matter how powerful they are, can they beat the Marine Corps?"

After listening to him, Jason's world view suddenly became clear: "I didn't expect the Drug Enforcement Administration to have so much power. I'm so ignorant."

With FAST and the Marine Corps supporting the scene, Mrs. Gao and Jin Bin are nothing.

Thinking of Mrs. Gao's shocked and desperate expression, Jason said excitedly: "We will act tonight, and before the old witch can react, we will destroy her lair in one fell swoop."

Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge, but Jason is not a gentleman, but a villain who has committed a heinous crime.

If he wants to take revenge, let alone three years, he can't wait even three days.

Stan's expression was calm: "Of course there is no problem. Boss, you should go to bed early, and remember to watch the TV news tomorrow morning."

Jason hurriedly called Stan to stop, he had to do it himself if he wanted revenge.

"No, I must participate in tonight's action, and I must kill that old hag with my own hands."

Facing Jason's request, Stan didn't show any embarrassment, he thought for a while and said.

"This matter is quite simple. I can insert you into the Drug Enforcement Bureau, and then follow me to act together."

"As long as you prepare a special police combat uniform to cover your face, no one will know your real identity."

"It's just that I'm a little worried about your injuries."