Villain In MCU

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"Shit!"

The pilot cursed loudly and pushed the joystick violently, causing the helicopter to swerve to the right.

The RPG, with its tail flame trailing behind it, narrowly missed the side of the fuselage.

Stan was in shock, his face pale with fear.

As police officers from the Drug Enforcement Administration, they had faced countless life-and-death situations, but the moment just now was the closest they had ever been to death.

Stan's face turned from white to red, and he said angrily, "Fight back! Kill these sons of bitches."

"Good!"

The pilot was also furious. He shouted and pressed the fire button, and the multi-barrel machine guns on the side of the fuselage began rotating rapidly.

The next moment, 23mm caliber bullets were unleashed in a barrage.

The drug dealer who was hit first was instantly shredded into pieces by the bullets, his body exploding like a water balloon, splattering blood into the air.

Not even the highest-level bulletproof vests could withstand the onslaught of the 23mm machine gun, let alone the work clothes they were wearing.

Using thermal imaging devices, the drug dealers had nowhere to hide. Wherever the machine guns fired, death followed.

The drug dealers were in complete chaos, fleeing in panic, with no one caring about anyone else.

The muscles on Kingpin's face twitched, and the veins on his forehead bulged. He was extremely angry.

First, those people had accused him of being an undercover cop like idiots, and then they fired an RPG at the DEA helicopter. Had these idiots forgotten the K.K. incident?

The protagonist of the K.K. incident was Kiki Camarella.

He was a legendary agent of the US Drug Enforcement Administration in the 1980s.

In order to stop the flow of marijuana from Mexico to the United States, Kiki was sent to Mexico shortly after joining the DEA to work undercover under a major drug lord.

He spent over four years in hiding, risking his life to gather large amounts of evidence about the marijuana plantations and reported this evidence to the Mexican government, burning down tens of thousands of acres of marijuana fields.

Billions of dollars' worth of crops were destroyed every year, and drug lords were furious, offering rewards for the traitors.

Soon, Kiki was double-crossed by a corrupt local policeman working for the drug dealers.

The drug lords tortured him brutally—breaking his ribs, skinning his legs, crushing his skull, jaw, cheekbones, and trachea, even drilling a hole into his skull. They injected him with chemicals to keep him awake during the torture.

The great agent died painfully after being tortured for nearly 30 hours.

Such a brutal act enraged the US government and the public. From then on, the DEA was given privileges beyond other law enforcement agencies and launched the largest murder investigation in history, codenamed "Legend."

The DEA sent a special task force to work with the Mexican government. Through the clues Kiki left behind, they quickly identified the main culprit of the kidnapping.

Under pressure from the US government, the Mexican president ordered the arrest of the criminals responsible for Kiki's death. But for these drug lords, prison was a second home.

As long as they had money, they could still eat, drink, and have fun.

To prevent the drug lords from escaping justice, the DEA offered a $5 million bounty and hired mercenaries to "kidnap" the suspects and bring them to the United States.

Next, despite strong protests from the Mexican government, the DEA tortured and tried the captured suspects, with sentences reaching up to 40 years.

The DEA's strong retaliation terrified drug lords across Latin America. From that moment on, they agreed on an unspoken rule: "Never mess with the DEA!"

If the RPG had destroyed the helicopter earlier, this drug lord and everyone associated with him would have become the most wanted criminals in the United States and would never find peace.

Thinking about it, Kingpin felt a little scared. "Those idiots! Is their brain full of ecstasy?"

After cursing angrily, he quickly led his men to escape to the car.

The driver stepped on the accelerator, and more than 20 Cadillacs roared through the barbed wire, fleeing toward the highway outside the port.

Kingpin looked back at the dock in the distance, feeling relieved.

Thanks to those idiots attracting the helicopter's fire, he had been able to escape so easily.

But just as Kingpin thought he had escaped, the sound of intense police sirens filled the air.

Looking closely, he saw dozens of police cars driving toward him with flashing lights.

Blocked by police cars in front and behind, and chased by a helicopter from behind, Kingpin's face suddenly turned pale.

At this time, the vehicle behind him began to accelerate and rolled down the window when it was parallel to the lead vehicle.

A henchman stuck his head out and shouted, "Boss! We'll block the police cars, so leave now."

Kingpin frowned, feeling hesitant.

Intellectually, he didn't want to have a head-on conflict with the DEA. The best way to deal with the DEA was always through underhanded tactics behind the scenes.

But at this point, there seemed to be no other option except to use force.

The henchman understood his concerns and grinned, "Don't worry, Boss. We won't be captured alive."

After saying that, he closed the car window and stepped on the accelerator. Dozens of cars behind him followed suit and accelerated toward the police cars in front.

Kingpin understood what he meant and closed his eyes in pain.

These people were his most loyal confidants, who had followed him through thick and thin.

Seeing the gangsters coming in with such force, the police from the Narcotics Enforcement Bureau were terrified.

Unlike the gangsters who dared to fight and risk their lives, these policemen were just doing their jobs. They always captured drug dealers within their ability.

If they could catch them, everyone was happy. If they couldn't, there was nothing they could do.

Expecting them to work hard for the meager salary provided by the DEA was asking too much.

The next moment, dozens of police cars moved to both sides, making a path in the middle.

These policemen were not willing to risk their lives. The drug dealers were responsible for running, and they were responsible for chasing them. As long as they prevented the drug dealers from escaping, the job was not considered a failure.

Of course, Kingpin's men understood what the police were thinking.

So, they swerved and headed straight for the police cars.

Boom!

In the high-speed collision, the Cadillac and the police car were smashed to pieces, the body of the car shortened by half, and metal parts scattered across the sky.

A policeman's face missed the airbag and hit the A-pillar, his head exploding like a watermelon.

The rest of the gangsters and police weren't much better. When cars collided head-on at speeds exceeding 140 kilometers per hour, there was almost no difference between having airbags or not.

The leading car collided, and the police car behind it had no time to brake, resulting in a violent chain reaction of collisions involving dozens of cars.

The car that Kingpin was in quickly sped away from the middle aisle.

"Don't let them run away, chase them!" shouted the uninjured policemen.

Eight Cadillacs followed Kingpin through the passage, and four of them suddenly stopped sideways on the road, completely blocking the four-lane bidirectional road.