Marvel’s Big Villain

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

A hairy boy in his twenties dared to talk to her like that.

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

You old witch also had a day when she was shriveled, and Jason really did a great deed.

After a while, Mrs. Gao's expression returned to calm, and she stood up to leave: "Jin Bing, Jason will be handed over to you, be sure to hurry!"

"Don't worry." Jin took her to the door and smiled.

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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 dressing his arm with medicine.

Looking at the blood splattered in the living room and the headless corpse lying on the ground, Franklin opened his mouth in surprise.

"Omg!! What happened a few minutes after I left?"

Jason turned pale, 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 tragic state of the living room made Franklin understand that a tragic life-and-death struggle must have occurred here just now.

Franklin calmed down and asked, "What should I do with this body? Are we going to dig a hole and bury it?"

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

"Jason, your address has been discovered by the police. The New York SWAT will arrive in ten minutes. If you want to survive, get to this address quickly."

Franklin leaned over and said, "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: "I expected the hiding place to be discovered as early as I expected, but I didn't expect it so quickly. It seems that the strength of the police cannot be underestimated."

"Then... what about this address?"

This is where Franklin is puzzled.

Jason is a loner, his former friends and brothers died, betrayal betrayal, how could someone 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 of them left the back door with a large bag and a small bag, and rode their motorcycles to the address on the text message.

Shortly after the two left, three armed helicopters appeared in the cloudless sky, and a dozen explosion-proof vehicles full of SWAT police rushed to surround Franklin's home.

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

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

The apartment building is seven stories high, with eight rooms on each floor, each of which is less than 100 square meters in area.

Most of the people who live here are ordinary families with jobs but low incomes.

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

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

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

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

The sound of the piano piece is getting louder and louder, the rhythm is getting faster and faster, and it seems to be reaching a climax.

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

Franklin was full of question marks, but Jason had such an expression as he expected.

After the climax, the tune became flat, the man lowered his arms and turned around slowly.

Middle-aged Caucasian, brown-haired, with a beard on his chin.

I don't know if it was because the room was too hot, or because the beat was too tiring, and a few strands of hair were stuck on the forehead with sweat.

He smiled and swept across 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 looked disappointed: "You don't like Beethoven, you don't know what you're missing. His prelude always makes my blood boil, but after the prelude, seriously, it starts to get boring! So I stopped listening. !"

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

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

Inside the tin box were several capsules. He took out one and threw it into his mouth, then leaned back while leaning on his waist.

The man's face became flushed and his body shook slightly.

"Uh uh uh…"

After a high moan, the room returned to peace.

Franklin was stunned.

Is this a fool?

Hi grass in front of outsiders, and put on an **** face.

Hey, after the grass, the man's mood is a little unstable.

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

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

"You still have the smell of blood on your body, can UU read www.uukanshu.com tell me how that unlucky **** died?"

His eyes are sincere and full of curiosity.

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

"Boom!"

The man imitated the sound of the explosion, then laughed: "This is why I like you, you are a criminal genius!"

The laughter gradually subsided, he calmed down and took out his credentials: "Introduce myself, my name is Norman Steinfeld, everyone who knows me calls me Stein, the current Director of the New York Drug Enforcement Administration!"

"I buy it!"

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

Director of the New York Drug Enforcement Agency?

This neuropathy was still hilarious in front of them just now!

Can this kind of scum enter the Drug Enforcement Administration?

Especially the director!

His poor three views instantly shattered to the ground.

While they could still communicate normally, Franklin quickly asked, "Why do you want to save us?"

Stan spread his hands and said, "The reason is very simple. I am a big admirer of Jason, and I want to join in and complete the earth-shattering crime 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 gang of villains has been recruited successfully. 】

[Party: Norman Steinfeld]

[Source: "This Killer Is Not Too Cold"]

[Ability: Music Proficiency (Level 2), Driving Proficiency (Level 3), Firearm Proficiency (Level 4), Special Operations (Level 3)]