Villain In MCU

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With a flick of Harleen's wrist, two heavy black pistols were stolen.

She placed the pistols horizontally in front of her and loaded them by pushing the holsters of the two guns against each other.

Click.

The sound of bullets being loaded attracted the attention of the prison guards.

When they looked back, everyone was dumbfounded.

Daniel, shaken by the shock, exclaimed, "Harleen, are you drunk? Put the gun down, this is not a joke!"

Harleen smiled wickedly and pointed the guns at the two prison guards.

Bang!

Two gunshots rang out simultaneously.

The two prison guards, whose pistols had been stolen, had their heads shot through and fell onto their backs. Gray brain matter and blood splattered across the control console.

"Shit!"

One prison guard reacted quickly and tried to draw his weapon to fight back.

But before they could do anything, Harleen, wielding two guns, shot and killed all the remaining prison guards, one by one.

Her firearm proficiency at level five was comparable to that of a special forces soldier. How could it be compared with those useless prison guards who sat in the office every day?

Seven prison guards lay on the ground, lifeless, and Daniel's drunkenness was completely dispelled.

He reached for his pistol from his waist but found nothing.

Only then did he remember that he had taken off his holster for tonight's date.

Finished!

A chill ran through Daniel's heart.

Harleen blew into the muzzle of her gun, then raised both hands and aimed them at him.

Daniel raised his hands in surrender and shouted angrily, "Damn it! Harleen, are you crazy? You'll be in prison for life for killing so many guards!"

Harleen replied, "I've been in prison long enough. I'll never come back."

Daniel, distressed, asked, "You don't seem drunk, and you don't have any mental problems. So can you tell me why you did this?"

Harleen answered, "This is all for Jason."

Daniel's face changed drastically.

He suddenly remembered that among all the interviewees, Harleen and Jason were the only ones who had spent the most time together without ever even having a quarrel. He thought his warning had worked.

"You… you were originally a follower of Jason, or maybe he brainwashed you."

Harleen shook her head, an obsessive look in her eyes. "Neither. I'm in love with him."

Daniel's face contorted with astonishment, "You fell in love with Jason? In just these few days?"

He had been pursuing Harleen for five years, and it was only today that they had their first date. Yet Jason had known her for only a few days, and...

Daniel lowered his head helplessly, his expression shifting from shock to anger, "Stop it, Harleen. Women who get emotionally involved in work never end well."

"Really?"

Harleen pulled the trigger decisively, and two bullets accurately pierced his knees.

"Ah!!!"

Daniel fell to the ground, screaming, gritting his teeth and cursing, "You damn bitch!"

Harleen quickly walked up and kicked him in the face with her high-heeled foot.

"Don't think I didn't notice that Hani has a lot of new wounds. You must be the one who did all of this. Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'll hand you over to Hani and let him execute you personally."

Daniel had two teeth kicked out, and his mouth was full of blood.

He screamed even more hysterically, "Don't dream! There are over a thousand guards in Long Island Prison, and there's an emergency line to the Marine Corps. You and Jason will die here tonight."

"Hmph! Do you think we don't know about this? Don't think Honey and I are so stupid." After saying that, Harleen walked over to the console and pressed a switch.

There was a metallic sound, and the doors to more than 300 cells in the prison area opened.

The prisoners were awakened and looked confused.

"Do you still need to go out for some fresh air at night?"

At this moment, a broadcast echoed throughout the prison area.

"Good evening, everyone. I'm Dr. Harleen Quinzel, and I'm Jason Walter's woman!"

Harleen, a specially hired psychological counselor for sick prisoners at Long Island Prison, had been in contact with most of the prisoners and guards. They were all very impressed by this sexy and lovely doctor.

"Oh my god!"

"Dr. Harleen is actually the woman of that bastard Jason!"

"FUCK! The goddess belongs to me alone!"

Harleen's voice came again, "Tonight, our companions will break into the prison and rescue Jason. This is also your last chance to escape."

"Drip! Drop! Drop!"

As soon as she finished speaking, a shrill alarm sounded.

The awakened prison guards quickly jumped out of bed and rushed to the weapons room.

"Quick! Some of you go to the control room, the rest of you go to the prison area to control the prisoners. If the prisoners make any inappropriate moves, shoot them immediately!"

The warden put on his equipment and assigned tasks to the guards.

"Bullshit! This bitch is using us to fight the prison guards. Don't be fooled!"

A prisoner who thought himself clever shouted loudly.

"Yes, I'm using you. Because there's no free lunch in this world."

"Do you want to be tortured to death by the guards, or do you want to seize this chance to escape and enjoy the sunlight?"

"I'm not forcing you. The choice is always yours. Good luck!"

Harleen then pressed another switch.

The device around the prisoners' necks, as powerful as a grenade, was unlocked.

Throwing the controller away, the prisoners cautiously stepped out of their cells.

Looking at the prison exit not far away, they saw the hope of escaping and a life bathed in sunlight and beaches.

"Quick! Quick! Quick!"

Teams of armed guards rushed in and pointed their guns at the prisoners leaving their cells.

The warden shouted, "All prisoners, return to your cells immediately. Don't do anything stupid. No one has ever escaped from Long Island Prison. Jason couldn't do it, and neither can you."

The prisoners looked at each other, hesitation on their faces.

As he said, Long Island Prison was a steel fortress.

Since its establishment, countless prisoners had tried to escape, but none succeeded.

But the only hope was right in front of them. Even though the chance of escape was slim, no one wanted to retreat.

Seeing the prisoners doing nothing, the warden suddenly grew anxious, "I'll give you three seconds to return to your cells, or you'll be shot! Three, two, one..."

"Kill one to get your investment back, kill two to make a killing, kill these sons of bitches!"

Someone shouted from among the prisoners, igniting the anger of the others.

The years of abuse and humiliation, the anger buried deep inside, finally erupted at this moment.

"Ohhhhhhhh!!!"

The prisoners' eyes were bloodshot as they screamed and rushed at the guards, beating and biting them crazily...

Even though they knew it was a dead end, they still wanted to vent their fury.

"Shoot! Shoot quickly!"

The warden, horrified, quickly retreated behind the crowd.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

For a moment, gunshots and shouts filled the prison.

Time rewinds ten minutes.

Franklin and four hundred mercenaries were already hiding in the woods, one kilometer away from Long Island Prison.

To ensure Jason's successful escape, Stan had equipped the group with full-protection bulletproof vests and a variety of light and heavy weapons.

Franklin squatted next to a tree, checking the time. He pulled out a telescope to observe the movements inside the prison.

The mercenary leader approached and said, "All phone lines from the prison to the outside have been cut, and the communication jammer is active. Unless we blow up Long Island Prison, no one outside will know what's happening here."

Just as he finished speaking, the prison alarm blared loudly.

Franklin grinned, "Harleen has already made her move. Let's act quickly."

"Good!" The leader responded enthusiastically, signaling to the distance.

Parked along the road leading to the prison was a heavy truck, which was supposed to break through the 50-centimeter-thick iron gate and the barriers behind it. The truck had an official load limit of 8 tons but was carrying 20 tons instead.

The driver gave the leader an "OK" gesture and started the truck.

The engine rumbled as the truck began rolling toward the prison gate.

The driver floored the accelerator, and the truck rapidly gained speed.

The prison guards on the wall noticed the truck's approach immediately.

Without warning, they raised their guns and opened fire on the truck's cab.

The driver ducked down, hiding under the seat while gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bullets sprayed through the truck's glass, leaving large bullet holes in the cab. However, the truck barreled forward, undeterred.

After accelerating for a kilometer, the truck's speed hit nearly 140 kilometers per hour.

The mercenary grabbed a block of iron, jammed it onto the accelerator, and, when the truck was less than 50 meters from the gate, he jumped out, rolling across the ground before coming to a stop.

As he rose to his feet, two powerful beams of light from the prison guards' spotlights illuminated him. The guards immediately turned their guns on him.

In the next instant, the driver, clad in a high-end bulletproof vest, was riddled with bullets, falling lifeless to the ground.

Despite the guards dealing with the driver, the truck was now completely out of control.

"Careful!" a guard on the wall shouted, trying to warn the others below.

Boom!

A loud explosion echoed in the otherwise quiet night.

The truck slammed into the prison gate at breakneck speed. The moment it struck, the truck's cab was crushed like a tin can.

The 50-centimeter-thick iron gate couldn't withstand the force and was knocked back more than ten meters, crushing several prison guards beneath it.

The violent collision caused the truck's fuel tank to explode, igniting a massive fireball.

As the prison guards stood in stunned silence, four hundred mercenaries charged forward.

Bang!

A series of sharp gunshots rang out as mercenaries took aim, disabling the prison's searchlights and blinding the guards on the walls.

Several mercenary snipers, armed with thermal imaging sniper rifles, targeted the guards on the walls, picking them off one by one.

Bang!

With each shot, another prison guard fell, lifeless, and the snipers continued their deadly work, eliminating more than a dozen guards in quick succession.

Terrified, the remaining guards no longer dared to expose themselves.

At that moment, the mercenaries reached the gate. Leading the charge, a group of mercenaries in riot armor, each carrying heavy bulletproof shields, moved forward in perfect formation.

The prison guards immediately responded, sending dozens of their own forces to intercept them. However, their automatic rifles had no effect against the mercenaries' shields and armor.

The mercenaries deployed heavy machine guns through the shields, and the rhythmic thrum of the guns filled the air.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound of heavy machine gun fire erupted, and dozens of prison guards were killed or injured, retreating in panic.

This well-coordinated shield formation, combining offense and defense, allowed the mercenaries to push through the prison gate without resistance, as if the area was completely empty.

But then, they froze in disbelief.

An M1A2 SEP "Abrams" main battle tank appeared before them.

"Monkey Reshet!"

The tank's gun barrel quickly swiveled, aiming at the mercenaries. With a deafening roar, the tank fired, and the mercenaries' previously impenetrable shield formation was obliterated in an instant, their bodies and limbs scattering like raindrops.

"Tanks! These prison guards actually have tanks!" one mercenary screamed.

Morale plummeted as the mercenaries in the front lines scrambled to retreat.

They had become mercenaries to make money, not to die.

"Get out of the way!" The mercenary leader shouted in anger, rallying his troops.

The mercenaries looked up and saw their leader charging toward them, carrying a Javelin anti-tank missile.