Marvel’s Big Villain

The driver's favorable opinion of the police is zero.

He scolded the police for being incompetent, unable to catch criminals, and would only cause trouble for the common people.

The speed of the inspection was very slow. The taxi stopped and waited for ten minutes before two policemen came over with flashlights.

The driver's uncle's grumbling stopped instantly.

The policeman knocked on the window: "Sir, please show your ID."

Jason and the driver handed out the prepared driver's license out the window.

The police took out the equipment, entered the driver's license number into the intranet, and then flashed the two people's faces with a flashlight to see if the witnesses matched.

"DiDi."

The instrument suddenly rang.

The policeman who inspected Jason frowned, put his hand on the holster around his waist and said, "Sir, please raise your hands and get out of the car for inspection."

Jason asked suspiciously, "Officer, is there something wrong with my credentials?"

The policeman held the pistol and said sternly, "Sir, raise your hands!"

"Good police officer, don't get excited."

Jason did as he said, raised his hands and got out of the car, then lay on the ground and covered his head with his hands.

A policeman stepped forward to search the body, and another policeman was in charge of the carriage and trunk.

After a careful and careful search, no suspicious prohibited items were found.

The policeman breathed a sigh of relief and returned the driver's license to Jason: "Your car has violated regulations a few times, remember to deal with it in time next time."

"Thank you, officer." Jason took the driver's license with a smile.

"Let go!"

The taxi restarted, and the uncle driver started complaining again.

Jason smiled and chatted with him, but he put his hands under the seat and pushed up hard.

There was a gap between the seat and the base.

A pitch-black Glock 20 pistol was lying there quietly.

After leaving Manhattan, it was smooth.

Jason got off at a mall in Queens, walked a few hundred meters, and got into a taxi again.

The driver this time was a black guy in his twenties.

"Hey, sir, where are you going?"

"The **** club on XX street."

The black guy was very surprised: "Sir, it's a slum area, the security is very poor, and the streets are full of homeless people. If you need it, I can introduce a better place."

Jason said casually, "Thank you, I made an appointment with a friend."

The black boy shook his head helplessly.

Since it's a date with a friend, there's nothing you can do.

8:50.

Ten minutes before the appointed time, Jason arrived at his destination.

This **** club is very old, the neon sign on the roof is half blind, and there is still sticky vomit left at the door.

Smelling the sour smell, Jason frowned.

Compared to the clubs he used to go to, this club was nothing to behold.

However, in the slums, such super cheap clubs are the favorite pastime of the poor.

A tall and strong black security guard stood at the door of the club.

Seeing Jason, he took the initiative to greet him and said, "Hey, buddy, do you want to see a striptease? It's only $10."

Jason nodded, took out the change and handed it to him.

The security guard pushed open the door and made a gesture of please.

Although the appearance of the club is dilapidated, the area is quite large, with a total area of ​​600 to 700 square meters.

The periphery is the lounge area and the bar, and the center is the oval dance floor.

A few plain-looking strippers, in harmony with the dynamic music and colorful lights, twisted their bodies on the steel pipe wantonly, showing the beauty of the flesh.

Around the dance floor was a circle of small round stools filled with fun-seeking men waving change bills to attract the attention of the strippers.

The business of this club is very good. There are people everywhere, and the voice is very noisy. You have to roar when you speak.

Jason couldn't find Franklin, so he logged into Facebook and sent him a private message.

"I'm at the club, where are you?"

"The elegant seat directly opposite the entrance."

Jason walked straight to look for it, and sure enough, in a remote corner, he saw Franklin drinking alone.

Green sweater, grey shorts, white sneakers.

With an odd outfit and an old-fashioned hairstyle, he is very conspicuous even in the crowd.

Jason walked over, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Franklin raised his head blankly and seemed to ask: Who are you?

After a few seconds, he reacted and scolded: "Shit! You are really playing with me, you are not Jason at all!"

Jason didn't argue, just leaned forward and pulled off the collar of his clothes, revealing a hideous and strange wound.

This is a gunshot wound, very close to the heart.

This is also the only wound he has exposed on Facebook.

Franklin also reposted this picture, saying that this is a real man's tattoo.

When he saw the wound on Jason's chest with his own eyes, the expression on his face was puzzled, then thought, then surprised, and finally became excited.

"Are you really Jason? Why do you look like you?"

Jason let go of his hand and made a silent gesture: "If you had a $13 million reward on your head, you would do the same."

Franklin understood.

He stood up abruptly, his expression agitated, and his speech was somewhat incoherent.

"I buy it!"

"I can't believe I actually saw you!"

"I... can I take a photo with you? Oh, you can't now."

"You know what? I was your fan when I was in junior high school."

"The classmates in the class like those muscular Hollywood stars, but I know they are all a bunch of soft sluts. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Only someone like you who climbed up from the bottom little by little, killed and was killed, and emerged from the sea of ​​corpses and blood is a real man."

……

Franklin was so excited that he went astray while talking about the topic.

"God! What am I talking about! I... I just want to ask, can I join you and become your little brother?"

Jason put away his smile and looked at him with a serious expression: "I have nothing now, no money, no guns, and no one. Not only is I being hunted down by Jin and killed, but I am also being offered a reward by the government. Are you sure you really want to join?"

Franklin didn't hesitate, patted his chest and said, "Being your little brother, fighting side by side with you has always been my dream. Even if I risk my life, I will not hesitate."

Looking at his firm eyes, Jason nodded with satisfaction: "Okay, you are my little brother from today on."

"Yes!"

Franklin waved his fist excitedly.

Almost hit a passing strip girl.

"Oh!"

"sorry Sorry!"

He quickly apologized.

The girl waved her hand indifferently, and asked as usual, "This handsome guy with high spirits, do you want to see a personal dance performance? It only costs $500."

The girl in front of her has dark skin and a hot body, and she likes Franklin very much.

But for him who has no job and his only source of income is stealing, a dance performance of $500 is simply an exorbitant price.

Jason saw Franklin's tangle.

He smiled and took out a stack of cash from his pocket and threw it on the table: "It's boring to dance alone, call all your sisters and serve my little brother well."