Marvel’s Big Villain

Six hours later, the business jet landed safely and smoothly at Newark Airport.

Through the glass window, the sky in New York is getting dark.

There is a three-hour time difference between Los Angeles and New York, and it is already past six o'clock in the evening in New York.

The security guard pushed open the cabin door, and a group of people walked down the gangway with their luggage.

Three ordinary family cars were parked not far away, and Franklin and two of his men were standing there waiting.

Seeing Jason walking down slowly, Franklin showed joy, and quickly stepped forward to give him a big hug.

"Boss! Welcome home!"

The hug between men made Jason very uncomfortable. He broke away lightly, patted Franklin on the shoulder and said, "During this time, you and John have worked hard."

Franklin shook his head and said, "It's hard work, it's just that it's a bit boring to stay on the ranch. If you have any tasks next time, remember to bring me with you."

Jason nodded with a smile, then turned to introduce the new member of the organization to Franklin.

After getting acquainted and courteous, the seven of them took three cars and drove towards the ranch in the Manhattan valley.

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On the road in the suburbs, Franklin's excitement has not yet passed.

His mouth was blah blah blah, and he turned his head from time to time, looking at Jason lying on the passenger seat with his eyes closed.

"Boss, I read the news a few days ago. Your super power is simply..."

Franklin's expression was tangled, and he couldn't find a suitable adjective for a while.

"It's just... so cool!"

Jason opened his eyes and said, "Don't worry, as long as you work hard with me, you can all have these superpowers."

Franklin was taken aback for a moment, then turned around and asked excitedly: "Really? Ordinary people like me can have superpowers? Boss, you are not lying to me, are you?"

"Of course, I was an ordinary person before, wasn't I?" Jason spread his hands.

"Okay, let's talk about this later. Tell me about the ranch. Are the prisoners dishonest?"

Franklin put away his smile and nodded with a serious expression: "Yes! Boss, you are not here, and John and I don't know how to manage. After a long time, people's hearts will disperse."

"Besides, those prisoners were already elite talents in various industries before they were imprisoned. All of them are arrogant, how could they be willing to submit to others."

"Many of these people already want to leave the organization, go out and work alone, or form small groups in groups of three or four."

"If it weren't for our strict supervision and their fear of John's marksmanship, more than half of the people might have left the ranch."

After listening to his narration, Jason snorted coldly and said, "The wings haven't grown hard yet, and I still want to fly solo."

After speaking, he changed his position and lay down, and closed his eyes again.

Seeing this, Franklin didn't dare to disturb him anymore.

As the member of the organization who has followed Jason the longest, he knows Jason best of all.

The boss is in a bad mood, he might kill someone.

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Manhattan Ranch, the deepest detached luxury villa.

After the transformation during this period, the area of ​​the villa has more than doubled from its original size.

Jin Bing's Nordic indifferent decoration style has also been transformed into Jason's favorite extravagant and luxurious style. When entering the villa, there are resplendent designs everywhere.

In the spacious dining room, there is an oval log dining table that can accommodate more than twenty people.

In the middle area, there are several bright handicraft lamps.

In the edge area, there are sumptuous wine and dishes, as well as gold-encrusted dishes, knives and forks.

Knowing that Jason had returned safely, the Roberts were naturally terrified.

In order to curry favor with him, the couple worked hard for two or three days, and finally prepared a table of sumptuous and delicious dishes for Jason.

At the moment, the couple are in the kitchen going through the final steps, with John helping them.

The Roberts refused several times, but John still went his own way.

Persuasion failed, and the couple let him go.

It can only be said that John Wick is the most approachable killer they have ever seen in their life.

"John, get out of here!"

Outside the villa, there was a rough roar.

John frowned and stopped what he was doing.

Mrs. Robert took the clean plate from him, and gave him a distressed look: "Go, you are not needed here."

John wiped his hands clean with a white towel, and nodded politely: "Sorry."

Putting on the bulletproof suit, he took out the two Glock pistols on his waist, and with a 'click', the bullets were loaded.

John lightly pulled the barrel of the gun, and after confirming that the bullet was successfully loaded, he inserted the pistol into the armed belt around his waist, pushed the door and walked out.

A few meters away from the villa stood dozens of inmates who had been rescued from the Long Island prison.

Scan the expressions on their faces, or dissatisfaction, or anger, or joking, or contempt.

This is the group of people who want to fly solo.

Further away, there are more people standing.

But their purpose of coming here is different from these people, they are purely to watch the fun, and it doesn't matter who wins or loses to them.

John sighed weakly: "What's the matter?"

A strong white man with a height of two meters and a skull tattoo on his neck came out, pointed at him and said, "John! You said that Jason would be back in two days, but now it's the third day, why did Jason come back?" Haven't come back yet!"

John frowned: "Before I answer your question, I want to correct you. You can't call the leader of the organization by his first name. You should respectfully call him boss, or Mr. Walter."

Hearing this, the strong man and the people behind him all grinned disdainfully.

The strong man provocatively said: "I can call him whatever I want, as long as I like, I can call him a puppy."

Anger ignited in John's heart, but he still suppressed it, and said in his usual calm voice: "It's time, the boss should get off the plane. Newark Airport is at most an hour's drive from the ranch."

The strong man obviously didn't believe John's argument.

Think about it too, repeat the same routine three times, and a few fools will believe it.

He waved his hand and said, "I don't care! Whether he comes back or not, my partner and I must leave the ranch today."

He had said that to John many times, and John could only answer him with one answer.

"If you want to quit the organization, you have to wait for the boss to come back. Only with his approval can you leave."

"The feet are on my legs, and no one can control me."

The voice just fell! John pulled out a pistol in an instant and aimed it at his head.

"I said that you can only leave the ranch with the permission of the boss."

John's voice suddenly raised a little, but the strong man's eyes showed no fear.

"Hehe...hehe..."

The group of prisoners behind the strong man smiled sinisterly while pulling out a weapon that came out of the prison and pointed it at John's head.

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