Marvel’s Big Villain

The United States is the country with the largest oil refining capacity in the world, with an annual output of nearly 1 billion tons, accounting for 20% of the global crude oil processing capacity.

From east to west, large and small oil refineries are scattered across the country, providing American residents with extremely low oil prices.

Ten p.m. ET, Energy Solutions, Philadelphia, USA.

This is the largest and oldest oil refinery on the east coast of the United States, and its scale and output rank among the top ten in the United States.

The refinery has a history of more than 150 years, employs more than 1,000 people, processes 335,000 barrels of crude oil per day, and processes and produces gasoline, diesel, jet fuel and other petrochemical products.

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, the fat-headed capitalist had already fallen asleep soundly, but the workers in the oil refinery were still busy at work, and it would take another two hours for them to get off work and go home.

At the gate of the refinery, two patrolling guards yawned and dangled around the gate.

Feeling sleepy, urgently need a cigarette to relieve fatigue.

If other factories were caught smoking, at most they would be scolded by the leaders, but if they smoked at the gate of the refinery, they would spend the rest of their lives in prison.

The guard rubbed his face vigorously, and suddenly heard a faint voice from a distance.

The two guards frowned and looked up into the distance.

I saw two bright spots of light, quickly approaching the refinery from a distance.

This is the car's high beams!

The two breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a little suspicious.

It's almost close to get off work, who else will come to the refinery?

A few minutes later, two cars finally appeared in front of the guards. They were two tank trucks.

A guard asked curiously, "Is there an oil tanker for an appointment at night?"

Another guard shook his head: "Probably not."

"No, let's do business and let him go back directly."

As he spoke, the guard walked to the middle of the road, took out a 'STOP' sign from his waist, and waved it at the tanker.

The oil refinery is a special factory, which is extremely dangerous, so security work must be strictly implemented.

The red stop sign in the hands of the guards is very binding. Any vehicle seeing it must stop, otherwise the guards have the right to use all means of force including guns.

But a strange thing happened. Not only did the oil tanker not stop when it saw the stop sign, but it stepped up the accelerator and rushed forward.

"Shit! Stop! You're blind!"

The guard waved the stop sign vigorously and shouted loudly.

But the tank truck seemed not to hear it, and continued to speed up.

not good! problem occurs!

There was a panic in the guard's heart, he quickly avoided the advancing route, and took out a standard pistol from his waist.

At this time, the windows of the tanker were rolled down.

A man wearing a clown mask held a shotgun by the window.

"boom!"

A burst of flames shot out from the muzzle of the gun, and hundreds of marbles hit the guard's chest densely.

The guard was knocked to the ground by this force, and there was a huge pain in his chest from being stung by hundreds of bees.

Damn, thank goodness I'm wearing a bulletproof vest.

The guard was terrified, but when he was about to roll aside on the spot, the gunshot rang out again, and this time the target was his head.

"boom!"

After the gunshot, the guard's head exploded with a bang, and the gray brain mixed with blood and flesh splattered all over the ground.

Damn, it was a semi-automatic shotgun.

Before the guard died, he thought so.

The man in the clown mask followed suit and killed the other guard.

The oil tanker broke through the iron railing and drove towards the interior of the refinery.

Shotgun fire broke the silence of the night, over the noise of factory machinery, and was heard by many workers and guards.

Soon, harsh sirens rang throughout the refinery, and hundreds of guards rushed to the equipment depot, received body armor and automatic rifles and ran towards the factory gate.

chi chi! !

The tires rubbed against the ground, making a sharp sound.

Two oil tank trucks stopped one after another, and a group of people wearing clown masks jumped out of the car holding light and heavy weapons.

These people are all from the Philadelphia branch of the Clown Organization. Among them are blacks, whites, Indians, Mexicans, Chinese...

But in a word, they are all poor people who live at the bottom and have lost all hope.

And the one who led them in this operation was the leader of the Clown Organization——Jason Walter!

Jason jumped out of the car with no mask and no weapon, hands empty.

He beckoned, and the clowns came with black backpacks.

There were several kilograms of high explosives in each backpack. The operation Jason organized was a suicide terrorist attack.

Looking at the funny smiling faces, Jason said seriously: "According to the original plan, I will kill the guards for you, so you can start to act."

Facing death, these clowns nodded without hesitation.

They have long lost hope in life and in the future.

They are no longer afraid of death, and only hope to bite off a piece of flesh from the capitalist before they die.

"You are the pioneers in purifying the world, your heroic feats will surely be remembered in history, and alert future generations!"

After speaking, Jason bowed solemnly to them.

The clowns saluted back, then fastened their backpacks and ran towards their targets with their weapons in their arms.

Looking at their backs, Jason's mouth curled into a smile.

Let's kill!

He activated the energy, soared into the air, suspended in the air tens of meters high.

Standing on a high place, with his extraordinary eyesight, he could easily see the distribution and route of the guards.

The next second, flames erupted under his feet, and Jason flew towards the nearest team.

Not far away, a team of more than a dozen people, all wearing heavy full-body armor and special anti-riot helmets, went to hide near the workshop like fat penguins.

They were all paid to eat, and they were not fools, so they had no intention of fighting Jason and the others.

They just need to hide in the bunker and stick to the workshop, use fire suppression to prevent the enemy from entering the workshop to cause damage, and then wait for the support of the police.

After all, this salary is only enough to do this job.

"Did you call the police?"

"I called the police a long time ago, and the police helicopter will arrive in a few minutes."

"So fast!"

"Nonsense! The shareholders of this oil refinery are veteran capitalists and big taxpayers in Philadelphia. When they heard that something happened to the oil refinery, the police rushed over without delay."

"Hey! What's the use of the police coming, these people are all members of the clown organization."

"What's wrong with the clown organization? Not everyone in the clown organization has superpowers. As long as we don't meet core members, we'll win."

"Yeah, I guess these clowns must be new to Philadelphia, and they're all mud legs that won't survive, and I'll bet nine times out of ten they're black."

"Shit! If word of this gets out! You'll lose your job."

"No, everyone is white, who will speak for black people."

…………

While they were chatting, Jason fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily.

boom!

The guards raised their heads when they heard the sound, and were dumbfounded.

Pooh!

Who said that sentence just now, you are not a crow's mouth, you actually recruited the boss of the clown organization directly.

After a moment of daze, the guards reacted, immediately picked up the heavy weapons in their hands, and attacked Jason.

Jason's superpowers and the upper limit of superpowers have long been an open secret, and the media and social networks talk about it every day.

These security personnel have even listened to lectures and participated in training.

Simply put, as long as the firepower in your hand is strong enough to exceed the upper limit of Jason's absorption, you can repel or even kill him.

In this place in the United States, large and small heavy weapons are everywhere, and security personnel can even come into contact with military weapons.

In order to protect the safety of the refinery, the big boss above specially ordered a batch of short-barreled rocket launchers from Stark Industries, and the shells were specially developed by Stark Industries to target Jason.

This special rocket weighs eight kilograms, and it is not filled with ordinary explosives, but Stark Industries' special explosives, which are eight times more powerful than ordinary TNT explosives.

According to the existing data, as long as this rocket can hit Jason, Jason will be blown to pieces.

Seeing the dozen or so security guards confidently taking out their rocket launchers to aim at him, Jason scratched his head a little bit.

These shit experts can only do addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

Not to mention that Jason has perfectly mastered energy absorption and energy release, the eight kilograms of special rockets can't break his energy wall at all.

Even if you can break it, I'm not a fool, I can't hide.

Fighting is not something that can be won or lost by just writing and drawing on paper.

Bark! Bark! Bark!

There was a sharp sound, and the specially-made rockets galloped towards Jason with long tail flames.

Jason bent his knees slightly, and with a thud, he shot straight into the sky like a monkey jumping into the sky.

One missile cannot penetrate the defense, but a dozen missiles are enough to tear him to pieces.

So long before the guards fired the missiles, he had built up a lot of energy on the soles of his feet.

Jason flew into the sky, looked back, and was so angry that he wanted to scold his mother.

I saw that the dozens of missiles actually turned a corner and followed him into the sky.

Damn, the individual rockets are equipped with a guidance system, which is simply his nemesis. It seems that Stark Industries is very good at doing business.

Jason was angry, but not too worried.

As he said, the battle is not as simple as the data on paper.

With a thought, most of the power from his body came out through his body, forming a light blue protective shield of pure energy on his body surface.

The rest of the energy was concentrated into the palm of Jason's hand.

Gather, compress, gather again, compress again...

A ball of light blue light soon appeared in Jason's palm.

"Ka ma ha ma ha!"

A bird's language suddenly popped up in his mind, and Jason roared, launching the light ball that was compressed to the extreme.

In an instant, a light blue laser beam as thick as an arm appeared in the dark night sky.

Boom!

The laser pierced through several rockets in an instant, and clusters of crimson fireballs suddenly rose in the dark night sky.

"Pretty!"

Jason did the same, gathering energy balls again in his left and right palms, and then shot towards the rockets with both left and right bows.

Boom!

Boom!

After a few more loud noises, all the rockets following Jason were destroyed.

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