Marvel’s Big Villain

The driver has zero favorability with the police.

He scolded the police for being incompetent, failing to catch criminals, and only causing trouble to the common people.

The speed of inspection was very slow. The taxi stopped at the spot and waited for ten minutes before two policemen came over with flashlights.

The uncle driver's complaints stopped instantly.

The police knocked on the window: "Sir, please show your ID."

Jason and the driver handed out the prepared driver's license out the window.

The police took out a device, entered the driver's license number into the intranet, and then shone a flashlight on the faces of the two to see if the IDs matched.

"Didi."

The instrument suddenly rang.

The policeman inspecting Jason frowned, put his hands on the holster around his waist, and said, "Sir, please raise your hands and get out of the car for inspection."

Jason asked suspiciously, "Officer, is there something wrong with my ID?"

The policeman grabbed his pistol and said sharply, "Sir, raise your hands!"

"Okay officer, don't get excited."

Jason raised his hands and got out of the car as he said, then lay on the ground with his head in his hands.

One policeman came forward to search the body, and another policeman was in charge of the car and the trunk.

After a careful search, no suspicious prohibited items were found.

The policeman breathed a sigh of relief, and returned the driver's license to Jason: "Your car has violated the regulations several times, remember to deal with it in time next time."

"Thank you, officer." Jason smiled and took the driver's license.

"Let go!"

The taxi restarted, and the uncle driver started whining again.

Jason smiled and chatted with him, but put his hands under the seat and shook them upwards vigorously.

A gap was opened between the seat and the base.

A pitch-black Glock 20 pistol was lying there quietly.

It was smooth sailing after leaving Manhattan.

Jason got off at a shopping mall in Queens, walked a few hundred meters, and took a taxi again.

The driver this time was a black guy in his twenties.

"Hey sir, where are you going?"

"The **** club on XX street."

The black guy was very surprised: "Sir, it's a slum area, the law and order is very poor, and the streets are full of homeless people. If you need it, I can introduce a better place."

Jason said casually, "Thank you, I have an appointment with a friend."

The black boy shook his head helplessly.

Since you are dating a friend, there is nothing you can do.

8:50.

Ten minutes before the appointed time, Jason arrived at his destination.

This **** club is very old, the neon sign on the roof is half blind, and there is still sticky vomit left at the door.

Jason frowned at the sour smell.

Compared with the clubs he used to frequent, this club is nothing to look at.

However, in the slums, this super cheap club is the favorite pastime of the poor.

A tall and strong black security guard stood at the door of the club.

Seeing Jason, he took the initiative to greet him and said, "Hey, buddy, do you want to watch the striptease? It only costs $10."

Jason nodded and took out the change and handed it to him.

The security guard opened the door and made a gesture of please.

Although the club looks dilapidated, it covers an area of ​​six to seven hundred square meters.

The periphery is the seating area and the bar, and the center is the oval dance floor.

A few plain-looking strippers, in tune with the dynamic music and colorful lights, twisted their bodies wantonly on the steel pipes, showing the beauty of their bodies.

Around the dance floor is a ring of ottomans filled with fun-seeking men waving small change bills to attract the attention of strippers.

The business of this club is very good, there are people everywhere, and the voice is very noisy, you have to shout to speak.

Jason couldn't find Franklin, so he had to log on to Facebook and send him a private message.

"I'm at the club, where are you?"

"The private seat directly opposite the entrance."

Jason walked straight to look for it, and sure enough, in a remote corner, he saw Franklin drinking alone.

Green hoodie, gray shorts, white sneakers.

With his strange clothes and old-fashioned hairstyle, he stands out even in a crowd of people.

Jason walked over, pulled out a chair and sat down.

Franklin looked up blankly, as if asking: Who are you?

After a few seconds, he reacted and cursed: "Shit! You are really kidding me, you are not Jason at all!"

Jason didn't make any excuses, he just leaned forward and pulled off the collar of his clothes, revealing a hideous and strange wound.

It was a gunshot wound, close to the heart.

It's the only wound he's exposed on Facebook.

Franklin also forwarded this picture, saying that this is the real man's tattoo.

When he saw the wound on Jason's chest with his own eyes, the expression on his face was first puzzled, then thoughtful, then surprised, and finally excited.

"Are you really Jason? Why do you look like that?"

Jason let go of his hand and made a silent gesture: "If you had a reward of 13 million dollars on your head, you would do the same."

Franklin understood.

He stood up suddenly, his expression was agitated, and he spoke incoherently.

"I even buy Karma!"

"I can't believe I actually saw you!"

"Can I...can I take a photo with you? Oh, you can't right now."

"You know what? When I was in junior high school, I was your fan."

"Everyone in my class likes those muscular Hollywood stars, but I know they're a bunch of sissies."

"Only like you, who climbed up from the bottom bit by bit, has killed and been killed, and broke through the sea of ​​corpses and blood, is a real man."

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Franklin was so excited that he lost track of the topic while talking.

"God! What am I talking about! I... I just want to ask, can I join you and be your little brother?"

Jason put away his smile and looked at him with a serious expression: "I have nothing now, no money, no gun, and no one. Not only was I hunted down by Jin Bing, but I was also offered a reward by the government. Are you sure you really want to join?"

Without hesitation, Franklin patted his chest and said, "It has always been my dream to be your little brother and fight side by side with you. Even if I risk my life, I will not hesitate."

Looking at his firm eyes, Jason nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, you are my little brother from today on."

"YES!"

Franklin waved his fist excitedly.

Almost hit a passing stripper.

"Oh!"

"sorry Sorry!"

He quickly apologized.

The girl waved her hand indifferently, and asked as usual: "This handsome guy with high spirits, do you want to watch a personal dance performance? It only costs 500 US dollars."

The girl in front of him had dark skin and a hot figure, which was very much to Franklin's liking.

But for him, who has no job and his only source of income is stealing, $500 for a dance performance is simply sky-high.

Jason saw Franklin's entanglement.

He smiled and took out a stack of cash from his pocket and threw it on the table: "Dancing alone is boring, call all your sisters and serve my little brother well."