Villain In MCU

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This anti-tank missile was a medium-range weapon jointly developed by Raytheon and Lockheed Martin. Officially in service with the U.S. military, it had proven its effectiveness in conflicts in Iraq and Afghanistan, widely regarded as one of the best shoulder-fired anti-tank weapons in the world.

The mercenary leader knelt on one knee, hoisting the missile launcher onto his shoulder. With laser guidance, he took aim at the tank ahead.

Boom!

The missile, trailing a fiery plume, launched into the sky. It adjusted mid-flight, zeroing in on its target, and then plunged vertically onto the tank's vulnerable top. A deafening explosion followed, sending the turret flying and engulfing the vehicle in flames.

"YES!"

The leader's success electrified the mercenaries. Faces flushed with triumph, their morale soared as he shouted, "Attack!" They grabbed shields from the ground and charged toward the prison in a scattered formation.

In the interrogation room, Jason and Wesley were still locked in a heated exchange.

Wesley, oozing desperation, tried every tactic to pry the secret of Jason's rapid strength from him—threats, persuasion, even flattery. But Jason was unyielding. His silence frustrated Wesley, who sighed heavily, resigning himself to failure.

"Fine." Wesley sneered, "You can rot in here for all I care."

But as he turned to leave, he noticed Jason staring intently at the empty wall ahead.

"What are you looking at?" Wesley asked suspiciously.

Jason's lips curled into a sly smile. Ignoring the question, he asked, "Am I trending these days?"

Wesley scoffed, "Trending? Newspapers, TV, social networks—everyone's talking about you. Even Avril Lavigne can't compete. For a gangster, this might be the peak of your worthless life."

Jason chuckled, "Thought so. Fame really does wonders, doesn't it?"

Wesley frowned, "What the hell are you talking about?"

Jason didn't answer. Before him, a translucent light screen displayed:

[Ding! Your reputation value has surpassed 1,000 points. You have unlocked the ability to recruit a comrade.]

[Ding! Villain accomplice 'John Wick' has been activated. Please recruit him yourself!]

[Note: The target is within 100 meters of your location.]

The shrill wail of an alarm suddenly cut through the prison.

Wesley whipped his head around, his face twisting in confusion, "What's happening?"

At the same time, Jason's interface flashed another notification:

[Ding! Accomplice 'Harleen Quinzel' has eliminated seven guards, earning 700 villain points. Current progress: 4,640/7,000.]

Jason smiled faintly, revealing three keys in his palm. With swift precision, he unlocked the handcuffs binding his wrists.

Clang!

The shackles fell to the ground.

Wesley froze in horror as Jason flexed his stiff fingers. Panic took hold, "You're breaking out of prison!" Wesley stammered, retreating toward the door.

Jason's expression darkened. With a flick of his wrist, a key flew through the air, embedding itself in Wesley's hand.

"Aaaah!" Wesley screamed, clutching his bleeding palm as he collapsed.

Jason approached, coldly remarking, "Why the rush? We're not done talking yet."

Jason tore off the remaining shackles from his ankles and neck, then loomed over Wesley.

"Where's Kingpin? What's he been up to?"

Wesley's face contorted in defiance, "I'm his disciple! I'll never betray him!"

Jason smirked darkly, "Your loyalty's touching, really."

Grabbing Wesley by the collar, he hoisted him effortlessly into the air. Wesley flailed, shouting, "If you hurt me, Kingpin will hunt you down!"

Jason sneered, "I don't want to kill you, Wesley. Hurting you will suffice."

With a sharp twist, Jason snapped Wesley's elbow. The sickening crack of bone filled the room, accompanied by Wesley's agonized screams.

Methodically, Jason broke several of Wesley's ribs and slammed his knee into his abdomen, each strike eliciting cries of pain. Finally, he smashed Wesley onto the interrogation table, splitting it in half.

Jason crouched beside the whimpering Wesley, "I know I won't get answers from you using brute force, but my 'roommate' specializes in interrogation. He'll make you talk."

Jason dragged Wesley out of the room. The corridor outside was a scene of chaos—prison guards and inmates lay strewn about, lifeless or incapacitated.

Long Island Prison housed over 300 inmates, matched in number by armed guards. While the guards wielded automatic rifles, the inmates were skilled killers, resulting in a viciously even battle.

Jason ignored the carnage, stepping over bodies on his way to the fifth floor. Along the way, he passed brutal scenes—prisoners gouging guards' throats or inflicting unspeakable torment.

He walked past a female guard cornered by a group of inmates. Her screams for help echoed, but Jason's expression remained cold. He had no interest in saving her, especially when the guards themselves were far from innocent.

Reaching Billy's cell, Jason found him torturing a guard. Billy gleefully burned the man's torso with a lighter, ignoring the guard's pained pleas.

Billy glanced up at Jason, "Didn't think anyone would pull off a successful breakout here. So, what brings you?"

Jason tossed Wesley's limp body onto the ground, "Prove your worth. Pry his secrets out for me."

Billy grinned, "Give me ten minutes."

Jason nodded and moved on. His interface had revealed John Wick's location—still within the prison.

Jason found Wick lying motionless on a cot, his long face and dark hair giving him an air of somber elegance.

"Strange." Jason said, "While everyone else is either fighting to escape or tormenting guards, you're just lying here as if none of this concerns you."

John opened his eyes briefly, "There's no point. Even if you escape, you'll face tanks and armed reinforcements outside."

Jason smirked, "I didn't expect the legendary John Wick to be a coward."

John's eyes narrowed slightly, "It's not cowardice. I don't fight losing battles."

Jason's grin widened, "What if I told you there are 400 mercenaries outside, armed to the teeth with weapons that can take down tanks? Would you still choose to rot in here?"

John's expression hardened, "If that's true, we might just have a chance."

Jason extended a hand, "Then let's make it happen."