Marvel’s Big Villain

Franklin walked into the living room, the excitement had not faded: "Boss, today is a day worth celebrating, I'm going out to buy some wine."

"You're right, it's worth celebrating."

Jason smiled and waved.

He can understand Franklin's mood very well. Thinking back to the night when he robbed a convenience store and snatched more than 10,000 US dollars, he was so excited that he couldn't sleep all night.

After he went out, Jason changed his posture and lay down on the sofa, turned on the system light curtain and watched the reputation value increase little by little.

【Ding! Reach 300 points of prestige and get a chance to recruit fellow party members. 】

Jason clicked recruit, and his pupils constricted instantly.

"It's him!"

After a while, Jason was overjoyed.

awesome!

Now even the police have him undercover.

Click!

At this moment, the sound of a key being used to open the door came from outside the door.

Apart from Franklin, only Dennis has the key.

Maybe it's from shopping.

Jason ignored it and continued to browse the system light curtain.

Suddenly, the hairs all over his body started to rise.

wrong!

Why is this man walking without sound?

Oops!

Killer!

Jason bounced off the couch, grabbed the Glock on his waist with his right hand, bent his calf back, and kicked his heel on the pistol slide.

Click!

Load and load!

From detecting the enemy to loading the bullet, it took Jason only a second or two, and the sharpshooter of the army was probably no more than that.

But...it was too late.

The killer has entered the living room.

Dark linen Chinese tunic suit, plain Chinese face, sharp eyes like a falcon staring at its prey.

This is master!

Jason's heart was beating alarm bells, and he raised his hand and was about to shoot.

The man moved!

The drooping right hand flicked vigorously!

Swish!

A small flying knife pierced through Jason's arm in an instant, and some knife heads emerged.

The pain was unbearable, the palm opened reflexively, and the pistol fell to the ground with a clatter.

Jason held back the pain and fell to the ground, trying to pick up the pistol with his left hand.

Boom!

Another throwing knife hit the ground, no more, no less, just blocking the fingers of his left hand.

If he was one point slower, or if Jason was one point faster, his fingers would be cut off.

What a terrible knife technique!

Jason felt a biting chill, and he no longer dared to pick up the gun rashly.

The killer came over and kicked the pistol away with his cloth shoe.

"Jason Walter?"

the killer asked, the weird colloquial pronunciation sounded twisted.

Jason got up from the ground, drew out his arm and threw the knife, and replied in Mandarin: "Yes."

The killer was a little surprised. After living in the United States for so many years, this was the first time he encountered a fat sheep with such a standard Mandarin.

"I have admired your name for a long time." Murder complimented in Chinese.

Jason snorted coldly: "Ask a question that has no answer, who is your employer?"

The killer moved his hands and feet, and put on a boxing routine: "If you beat me, I will tell you."

Now it was Jason's turn to be surprised. Before he saw the killer kill for the first time, he had to try it out.

But since he wanted to court death, Jason naturally wanted to satisfy him.

"what!!!"

With a roar, he rushed forward.

The killer looked contemptuous, slid out of the way and punched.

Jason was punched in the chest and flew backwards, hitting the TV on his back.

There was a tearing pain in the chest and back, and the smell of blood filled his breath.

This punch may have hit an acupuncture point, and Jason's limbs were actually a little weak.

Am I being seconded?

Jason was completely dumbfounded.

Having been in the underworld for more than ten years, he has encountered countless powerful enemies, but this is the first time that he was caught in a second.

Shit!

Isn't it said that boxing routines are all showy?

What the hell is going on!

The killer withdrew his posture, shook his head and said in disdain: "In the underground world, your name is very popular. I have wanted to compete with you for a long time. I didn't expect to be so vulnerable. I am really disappointed."

Jason hurriedly smiled wryly and begged for mercy: "I'm just an ordinary person, it's okay to bully little bastards, how can I beat a martial arts master like you!"

While wrangling, he quietly opened the system light curtain.

Fortunately, I left 10 attribute points, otherwise I would really be planted here today.

【Strength 38→43】

【Agility 40→40】

【Stamina 35→40】

【Intelligence 40→40】

[Remaining attribute points: 0]

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Adding points to attributes has a certain effect of recovering from injuries.

Add 10 attribute points to strength and endurance respectively, and most of the injuries will be healed instantly.

"Master! Let me go, I can give you twice as much as your employer pays."

Jason knelt on the ground and slowly crawled towards him.

The most famous killer in New York just knelt in front of him, and the killer's inner sense of accomplishment instantly exploded.

He raised his foot and stepped on Jason's shoulder: "I'm sorry, you can't afford what she can give me in your life."

Jason's head was lowered, and his gloomy eyes suddenly flashed fiercely!

"Oh shit you!"

He lunged forward, throwing the panicked killer to the ground.

The killer reacted quickly and punched him in the face.

He felt dizzy after receiving two punches, but he still grabbed his hands.

"Fuck!"

With a roar, Jason poured all his strength into his arms, opened his fist, grabbed four fingers, and then exerted force outward.

Click!

Ahhh! ! !

Ten fingers connected to the heart, severe pain eroded the bone.

The killer's strength surged, he broke free from the restraints, and kicked Jason away with his feet.

40 stamina is no joke.

Jason resisted the severe pain in his abdomen, grabbed his ankles with all his might, and spun him around in circles, throwing him into the air.

After turning a few times, the strength accumulated more and more.

Jason slammed his head against the wall.

Snapped!

Jason was covered in blood and in excruciating pain. He collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Jingle Bell!"

The old cell phone rings.

Jason crawled over and pulled the phone out of the killer's pocket.

"Is it done?"

An old and familiar voice sounded.

A figure instantly appeared in Jason's mind.

He flew into a rage and said, "Gao! You son of a bitch!"

Madam Gao was surprised: "Jason, you are not dead!"

Jason growled: "Yes, I'm not dead, but the killer you sent didn't even have a head."

Mrs. Gao remained silent, and the most powerful killer under her command was actually killed.

"Gao! There is no grudge between me and you, why did you send someone to kill me?"

After the surprise, Mrs. Gao said in a flat tone: "For the peace and stability of the New York market. You are a radical and dangerous person. If you continue to make trouble like this, my business will be ruined by you sooner or later."

"Okay, okay, great!" Jason laughed angrily: "Wait, old hag, I will come to you soon, I want you to see with your own eyes that your business that you have been running for many years has been burned by me!"

Madam Gao laughed, as if she had heard the funniest joke in history.

"Little friend, no one dares to talk to me like that in New York. I'm waiting for you. I hope you don't dare to come."