Marvel’s Big Villain

"Go to Los Angeles to buy billion-dollar bags, billion-dollar clothes... I remember it!"

Jason turned around.

I saw Harleen wearing his shirt, leaning against the door frame, looking at him with a half-smile.

Jason didn't blush, and said righteously: "Buy it! I'll buy it when I get to Los Angeles!"

After finishing speaking, he resorted to a trick of hungry tiger pounce on food.

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After finishing their morning exercises, the two went downstairs to sit at the dining table for breakfast.

Jason told them about going to Los Angeles tomorrow.

The reason why he only took Harley was because the ranch had to have an accomplice.

Franklin blinked, showing an expression that everyone understood, and said with a smile: "Boss, are you going to Los Angeles for your honeymoon?"

Jason didn't hide anything, and said directly: "Half of it is honeymoon, and the other half is to go to Los Angeles to make some money."

There are hundreds of crazy and cool superpowers in front of you, but you can't afford them and can only watch them. This feeling is really torturous.

Jason's desire for money at this time surpassed any previous moment.

If you want to make money, do things first.

Franklin immediately put away his smile and asked seriously: "Is it too dangerous for the two of you to make money? Why don't you bring a few more brothers with you? Don't worry, we will stay in the hotel if we don't have any missions, and we will never disturb you." You're on your honeymoon."

John also looked up at Jason, meaning that you should take me with you on this kind of mission.

Jason understood both of their worries, and he waved his hand to signal them to take it easy.

"Don't worry, I'm not an idiot who only knows how to do things recklessly. This time, when we go to Los Angeles, we first need to conduct scouting. If the difficulty is low, the two of us will do it ourselves. If the difficulty is high, we will call in advance to let you know that you are coming." .”

After listening to Jason's explanation, the two let go of their worries.

John asked: "New York is under martial law, how do you... get it, Stan Phil."

Jason nodded: "Yes, Stan has arranged everything. We will take the special plane of the Drug Enforcement Administration to Los Angeles tomorrow."

"I estimate that I will stay in Los Angeles for a long time this time, so I will leave the matter here to you, and I must watch the Roberts and the group of prisoners."

Jason looked at John again: "I have read and revised the organization's rules and regulations. From now on, all actions of members of the organization must be carried out in strict accordance with the rules and regulations. If anyone dares to disobey the order, you can Disposition includes executing them."

"Being an assassin for so many years, a few prisoners can still be dealt with." John said confidently.

Jason turned his head to look at Franklin again: "John is in charge of the internal affairs of the organization. You will assist him from the side. If you encounter any troubles that cannot be resolved, you can contact me and Stan."

"Don't worry, boss!"

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The next day, the sky was gray.

Jason and Halle got up early and got dressed.

Cover yourself up in a baseball cap, sunglasses, and a face mask.

Go downstairs to say goodbye to John and others, and then get into the classic car of the Roberts. The driver is naturally Franklin.

Leaving the ranch, we drove more than ten kilometers of mountain roads to Central Park.

Looking around, there are only a few passers-by who are jogging in the morning.

Franklin drove around and found a strong man sitting on a park bench.

"It's him." Franklin exclaimed.

That person was the one who handed him the C4 explosives in the underground parking lot.

"What's wrong?" Jason asked.

Franklin pointed at the other party and said, "I know the man sitting on the bench. He is Stan's confidant."

The three got out of the car and walked towards him.

The man raised his head, smiled and nodded at Franklin when he saw him, and then turned his attention to Jason: "Mr. Walter, I am Director Norman's confidant."

"Hello."

The man pointed to a remote corner of the park: "Please follow me, the car is over there."

Jason and Harry followed the man and left, while Franklin stayed where he was and waved goodbye: "Boss, I wish you a good time."

The three of them walked less than a few hundred meters, and Jason found a police car with a DEA logo parked in a hidden corner of the park, and a policewoman in her 30s was sitting in the car.

The confidant took out two driver's licenses and explained: "This is all arranged by Stan. This is a makeup artist from the Drug Enforcement Administration, and he is also a trustworthy person. Based on the looks of the two of you, we have forged the documents in advance and let her In charge of makeup."

Jason took the ID and took a look. The person in the photo was less than 30% similar to himself.

Can such a big gap be made up with makeup?

Jason suddenly looked forward to it.

The policewoman's make-up skills are very exquisite, and she can paint a person in ten minutes.

Half an hour later, Jason and Harley completely changed, more than 90% similar to the photo on the ID.

Jason was convinced with admiration.

The two sat in the back row, and the accomplice first drove to midtown Manhattan, dropped the policewoman off at a subway entrance, and then drove to the airport.

Although it was still early in the morning, the traffic in downtown Manhattan was reduced by more than half compared to the past.

Even the gangsters who roamed the streets and alleys disappeared, replaced by special police and soldiers with live ammunition.

On the way to the airport, Jason encountered a dozen checkpoints along the way.

Even though the car was sprayed with the logo of the Drug Enforcement Administration, the special police and soldiers in charge of the inspection stopped the car and checked the people and vehicles carefully.

Last time in prison, Jason disguised himself as a policeman and got past the security checkpoint. Obviously, they learned their lesson this time.

Fortunately, Stan was well prepared and the make-up artist's skills were strong enough, so Jason and Harley managed to escape without any risk.

After a full four hours of delay, they finally arrived at the airport.

Without going through the security check, the aide drove the police car directly to the hangar, where a small private jet was parked.

The bosses of the Drug Enforcement Administration are busy with work and often need to fly around the country. It is obviously unrealistic to take a civil aviation plane to waste time.

Therefore, the State-level Drug Enforcement Administration will charter several small private jets all year round for the exclusive use of those bigwigs.

And the private jet in front of him is the special plane of New York Drug Enforcement Administration Director Stan Phil.

The confidant got out of the car and took out a cell phone and a credit card from his pocket.

"This is prepared by Stan for you. There is a credit limit of 200,000 U.S. dollars in this credit card. Don't worry, Stan will pay for it anyway."

Jason laughed, thinking that this person is interesting.

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