Marvel’s Big Villain

"Ok!"

In the next second, Belmode was shocked, his back straightened, and his eyes widened.

Her condition shocked everyone. Before they could ask, Belmode fell to the ground, twitching like an electric shock.

"Boss, she..."

Jason waved his hand, signaling them not to make a fuss.

"This is the price for obtaining superpowers! Her genes are splitting and recombining, which will cause severe pain that makes people faint, but this process is very short, about five or six minutes, and it will pass after a while."

After finishing speaking, he took a bite of the steak with a calm expression, and the tender juice burst in his mouth immediately.

Hearing the comfort from Jason, the "expert", everyone sat back in doubt, but their minds were no longer on the food.

Sure enough, as Jason said, after about five or six minutes, Belmode stopped convulsing, stood up again, and sat on the chair.

Six pairs of eyes swished and focused on him.

They all want to see how miraculous this self-healing ability is.

Belmode had already digested the basic knowledge of self-healing ability, she confidently picked up the sharp table knife and scratched it on her long snow-white arm.

In an instant, a slender red line appeared on the arm.

As the red thread expanded, traces of blood gushed out from the wound.

At this time, the wound suddenly began to shrink and heal.

After about a few seconds, it disappears completely.

Belmode wiped off the blood on his arm with a towel. His white and flawless arm was as good as ever, with no signs of injury at all.

After watching Belmode's demonstration of superpowers, everyone seemed to be admiring a magic show, stunned with surprise, and even more excited in their hearts.

Jason just said that the first-level super power only needs 500 million US dollars.

In an instant, a seed called making money took root in their hearts and grew rapidly.

Work!

make money!

Buy superpowers!

Jason smiled and asked, "How do you feel?"

Belmode nodded with satisfaction: "Great!"

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An hour later, dinner was over.

The Roberts came in to clean up the leftovers, and Jason and a few of his comrades went to the outdoor ranch for a walk and chat after they were full of wine and food.

Jason and Stan walked to the edge of the ranch, looking at the Hudson River below and the invincible night view of Manhattan.

Jason asked: "You said on the phone that day that you had something important to talk to me about. Tell me, what is it that bothers you so much?"

Stan threw away the cigarette in his hand, sat down on a big rock, and asked, "The structure of the clown organization has been established, what do you plan to do next?"

Jason asked puzzledly, "Does this have anything to do with what you discussed with me?"

"Of course it has something to do with it!" Stan explained, "Since I cracked several cases in a row and won the Medal of Honor awarded by the President, I, the originally unknown director of the New York Drug Enforcement Administration, suddenly became the top The meat and potatoes in the eyes of big shots."

"Since the first few days of the award, many government agencies have sent people to contact me and offered sky-high discounts to lure me in."

"I know very well that on the one hand, they have taken a fancy to my ability to solve crimes, and on the other hand, they want to use me as the image spokesperson of the organization to add a little decoration to their decayed appearance."

Jason was not surprised by the government's move to win over Stan.

Now Stan Phil is a popular fried chicken in the police circle, with quite a lot of fans and traffic all over the country.

A subordinate with traffic and ability is very rare, and it is understandable for those law enforcement agencies to poach people.

Jason said: "You mean...you want to leave the Drug Enforcement Administration and enter other departments, so you need to know my next route so that you can choose the right department."

Stan nodded and said, "That's right! If you plan to wipe out the gangsters and rule New York, then the most suitable position for me is of course the director of the New York Police Department."

"If you want to keep a low profile, avoid the government's pursuit, and develop your power quietly, then I will give up the police and enter politics to seek a job in the Ministry of Justice."

"If you are worried that the military will trouble you, then I will also lurk inside the military to provide you with information."

Hearing Stan's heartfelt words, Jason was really moved.

He took the initiative to tie his own future to the future of the organization. Who would not like such a subordinate?

But after listening to his words, Jason also felt a little troubled.

He frowned and said to Stan: "It's impossible to be low-key, and it's impossible in this life. As a person, I just like to be in the limelight, and I just like the feeling of attracting attention."

"What I'm going to do next is definitely to rule the gangs in New York, but to be honest, with my current strength, ruling the gangs can be said to be within reach."

"Maybe you haven't secured your position as director general yet, but I've already accomplished my goal, and then expanded outwards from New York."

"At that time, the position of Chief of the New York Police Department will be in an embarrassing situation. You can't change it every few months."

After listening to Jason's words, Stan pondered for a moment, nodded and said.

"There is indeed some truth in your thinking this way. If that's the case, why don't I directly enter the Ministry of Justice in one step. You can't break through the United States and rush to the world in just a few years."

"The position in the Ministry of Justice, although I can't directly dispatch a large number of troops, but I can get in touch with the highest level, understand the trend of the highest level, and help you from the overall situation."

"The Ministry of Justice, the Ministry of Justice..."

Jason muttered to himself, his tone full of disdain.

The enemy he is about to face is not the gangs of New York, not the government army, but the superheroes from all over the universe in strange costumes.

Even if Stan performed exceptionally well, took refuge in a suitable leader, and became the Minister of Justice in the general election a few years later, it would be of little help to Jason.

"The Department of Justice is not the right place to be."

Jason scratched his head and asked curiously: "How many law enforcement agencies have issued offers to you? Let me see if there are any suitable ones."

Hearing this, Stan grinned.

He said proudly: "That's too many, the police headquarters in New York, Los Angeles, Chicago, Washington and other big cities have all sent invitations to me, as well as the FBI, CIA, National Security Agency, Judiciary department……"

"correct!"

Stan suddenly sneered and said, "There is also a department with a very long name called... Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Support Bureau, God, this name is too convoluted, I don't know which idiot came up with the name."

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