Marvel’s Big Villain

Chapter 155 Ferocious Clown! Jason raids the refinery! (Please subscribe!)

The United States is the largest refining producer 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 spread across the border like stars, providing extremely low oil prices to American residents.

At 10 p.m. ET, Energy Solutions, Philadelphia, USA.

This is the largest and oldest refinery on the East Coast of the United States, ranking among the top ten in the United States in terms of size and output.

The refinery is more than 150 years old, employs more than 1,000 people, processes 335,000 barrels of crude oil per day, and processes gasoline, diesel, jet fuel and other petrochemicals.

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, the fat-headed and big-eared capitalists were soundly asleep, but the workers in the refinery were still busy at work, and it would be two hours before they could go home from get off work.

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

Drowsiness is surging, and a cigarette is urgently needed to relieve fatigue.

If other factories are caught smoking, they will be scolded by the leaders at most, but if they smoke at the entrance of the refinery, they will spend the rest of their lives in prison.

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

The two guards frowned and looked up into the distance.

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

This is the high beam of the car!

The two breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly felt a little doubt in their hearts.

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

After a few minutes, two cars finally appeared in front of the guards, it was two fuel tankers.

A guard asked curiously, "Is there a reserved tanker for the evening?"

Another guard shook his head: "Probably not."

"No, then it's business, let him go back directly."

Having said that, the guard walked to the middle of the road, took out the 'STOP' sign from his waist and waved it at the tanker.

The oil refinery is a special factory with great danger, so security work must be strictly implemented.

The red stop sign in the guard's hand is very binding, and any vehicle that sees it must stop, otherwise the guard has the right to use all means of force, including firearms.

But a bizarre thing happened. When the tanker saw the stop sign, not only did it not stop, but instead increased the accelerator and accelerated towards the front.

"Shit! Stop! You are blind!"

The guard waved the stop sign vigorously and roared loudly.

But the tanker didn't seem to hear it and continued to accelerate.

not good! problem occurs!

The guard panicked in his heart, and hurriedly avoided the advance route and took out a standard pistol from his waist.

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

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

"boom!"

The muzzle of the gun spewed out a ball of fire, and hundreds of marbles hit the guard's chest densely.

The guard was knocked to the ground by the force, and the pain of being stung by hundreds of bees came from his chest.

Damn it, I'm thankful I'm wearing a bulletproof vest.

The guard was terrified, but when he was about to roll aside, the gunshots sounded again, this time targeting his head.

"boom!"

After the gunshot, the guard's head exploded with a bang, and the gray brains mixed with blood and minced flesh splashed on the ground.

Damn, it's a semi-automatic shotgun.

The guard thought so before he died.

The man in the clown mask did the same, killing another guard.

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

The sound of shotguns breaking the silence of the night, overwhelmed the clamor of factory machinery, and was heard by many workers and guards.

Soon, a piercing alarm sounded throughout the refinery. Hundreds of guards rushed to the equipment depot, picked up body armor and automatic rifles and ran towards the factory gate.

Chi Chi!

The tires rubbed against the ground, making a high-pitched sound.

Two oil tankers stopped one after another, and a group of people wearing clown masks jumped out of the cars with light and heavy weapons.

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

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

And leading them to carry out this operation, is the leader of the clown organization - Jason Walter!

Without a mask or weapon, Jason jumped out of the car with his hands empty.

He beckoned, and the clowns came over with black backpacks.

There are several kilograms of high explosives in each backpack. The operation organized by Jason is 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, and you can start acting."

Faced with death, these clowns nodded without hesitation.

They have long lost hope for life and the future.

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

"You are the pioneers of purifying this world. Your heroic feats will surely be remembered in the history, and wake up future generations!"

After speaking, Jason bowed solemnly to them.

The clowns bowed in return, then buckled their backpacks and ran towards their respective targets with their weapons in hand.

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

Kill, let's go!

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

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

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

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

They are all paid to eat, and they are not fools. They have no intention of fighting Jason and the others.

They only need to hide in the bunkers and stick to the workshop, use firepower suppression to prevent the enemy from entering the workshop and destroy it, and then wait for the support of the police.

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

"Did you call the police?"

"The police have been called long ago, and the police helicopter will arrive in a few minutes."

"So fast!"

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

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

"What's wrong with the clown organization? Not everyone in the clown organization is a superpower. As long as we don't meet core members, we will win."

"Yeah, I'm guessing these clowns are new to Philly. They're scumbags who can't survive, and I bet nine out of ten they're black."

"Shit! If this word gets out! Your job will be gone."

"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 immediately dumbfounded.

Pooh!

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

After being stunned for a moment, the guards reacted and immediately picked up the heavy weapons in their hands and attacked Jason.

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

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

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

In the United States, large and small weapons are everywhere, and security personnel can even touch 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 for Jason.

This special rocket weighs eight kilograms, and it is not loaded with ordinary explosives, but with special explosives from Stark Industries, 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 definitely be blown to pieces.

Watching the dozen or so security guards confidently take out their rocket launchers and aim at him, Jason scratched his head a little.

These **** experts only do addition, subtraction, multiplication and division.

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

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

Fighting is not about winning or losing by writing and drawing on paper.

呲!呲!呲!

A sharp voice sounded, and the special rockets with long tail flames galloped towards Jason.

Jason bends his knees slightly, makes a thud, and rushes straight into the sky like a monkey in the sky.

One missile can't break the defense, but a dozen missiles are enough to tear him to pieces.

So long before the guards fired the missiles, he had accumulated 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 curse his mother.

I saw that the dozen or so missiles actually turned a corner and followed him into the sky.

Damn, the guidance system for individual rockets is 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.

As soon as his thoughts moved, most of the power from his entire body penetrated through his body, forming a light blue pure energy protective cover on the surface of his body.

The rest of the energy was concentrated by Jason into the palm of his hand.

Gather, compress, re-aggregate, re-compress...

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

"Kahahahahah!"

A bird's voice suddenly popped out of his mind, and Jason roared, shooting out the compressed light ball.

In an instant, a light blue laser with the thickness of an arm appeared in the dark night sky.

Boom!

The laser penetrated a few rockets in an instant, and the dark night sky suddenly rose up with crimson fireballs.

"pretty!"

Jason followed suit, gathering energy **** in his left and right hands again, and then opened bows left and right to hit the rockets.

Boom!

Boom!

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

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