Marvel’s Big Villain

There was a lot of blood in the life-and-death struggle just now, and Jason's body was still very weak.

Lying on the sofa in the living room, he picked up a newspaper and covered his face, closing his eyes and resting.

Afraid of disturbing his sleep, Stan turned off the Beethoven piano music playing on his phone.

At this moment, Franklin, who was quite critical of Stan, leaned over and whispered.

"Hey, buddy, welcome to join. Although you are the director of the New York Drug Enforcement Bureau and have a high position, I took refuge with the boss before you and was the first disciple of the boss, so according to the rules of the rivers and lakes, I am your senior. You have to respect me."

Stan looked at him blankly, as if thinking about whether what he said was a joke.

After a while, Stan laughed unconsciously: "Let me respect you? Are you worthy?"

Franklin's face was full of anger.

If it wasn't for the fear of disturbing Jason's sleep, he would have to teach this arrogant guy a lesson today.

Stan looked him up and down in disgust, and said angrily, "You know, it's because of your stupidity that Jason was injured so badly. You're too embarrassed to call yourself a senior, shit!"

Hearing this, Franklin was shocked and angry, his face almost contorted: "You better make it clear, or I will shoot you."

Stan shook his head contemptuously: "Forget it, it's fine to tell you."

"You scumbags will leave some traces when they steal cars. These traces represent the modus operandi and characteristics of each of you. Like human fingerprints, they belong only to you."

"Last night, the police sent the Honda S2000 at the crime scene to the trace inspection department for inspection, and found traces of your crime on the door and ignition switch of the vehicle, so you and Jason were linked by the police."

"The police retrieved your call records for the last three months and found that you have been in frequent contact with an unfamiliar number in recent days."

"It's even more coincidental that your aunt Dennis has recently become rich. She goes to the Dior counter to buy cosmetics and dine at a Michelin restaurant. These consumptions are completely inconsistent with her income level."

Franklin lowered his head and his face became worse and worse.

"In the early hours of this morning, the police controlled Dennis while she was out for a run, and learned from him that a stranger lived in the house."

"According to her description, the man's appearance is very different from Jason's, but his height and build are exactly the same as Jason's, so the police concluded that after disguising and fleeing Manhattan, Jason hid in your house."

"At this point in the investigation of the case, the truth is very clear. But I didn't expect that the top police had the gang's eye. He deliberately disrupted the direction of the investigation and provided false information, which abruptly delayed the police's action time for three hours."

"These three hours are the time he left for her master, Mrs. Gao, to send a killer to deal with Jason. So now, do you have the nerve to call yourself the first disciple?"

After listening to Stan's narration, Franklin's face was full of frustration.

He only took refuge in Jason for a few days, but because of his mistakes, Jason was killed twice.

Thinking of this, Franklin felt despair in his heart. Maybe he was really just a little gangster who couldn't help. Even if he followed Jason, it would only cause him trouble.

"enough!"

Jason, who was lying on the sofa, suddenly opened his eyes and sat up.

"Everyone is brothers who eat the same pot of rice. I don't expect you to love each other like a family, but at least don't quarrel over these past things."

Stan spread his hands and said innocently, "Boss, I'm not arguing, I'm just telling the cause and effect of the matter. I just hope that little brother Franklin can listen to it and make fewer mistakes in the future."

Jason snorted coldly: "If you have this idea, why don't you think about the next road."

Stan was very smart and guessed Jason's thoughts: "Boss, you are going to take revenge on Mrs. Gao next, right?"

Jason nodded slightly.

Stan then asked, "I have a question, boss, do you know where her factory is?"

"I know, it's in Hell's Kitchen, I've been there a few times."

Stan clapped his palms and said excitedly, "Then the matter is much simpler. I can directly send someone to destroy her factory, and then throw this old witch into prison. Then she will play with the boss at will."

Jason shook his head speechlessly: "First, please change the exact word. Second, there are hundreds of Chinese gangsters under Mrs. Gao, and there are dozens of gangsters related to her interests. Those people are simply not enough to stuff her teeth."

Stan straightened his back and said proudly: "Boss, you underestimate our Drug Enforcement Bureau too much. The power in our hands is not as simple as the police officers on the bright side."

As soon as these words came out, they immediately aroused the interest of Jason and Franklin.

Stan didn't sell anything, and said bluntly: "Our Drug Enforcement Administration is the most powerful department in the federal law enforcement agency. At home, we have joint jurisdiction with the FBI, and we also have overseas law enforcement powers in countries such as Mexico where herbal medicine is abundant~www. NovelMTL.com~ The Drug Enforcement Administration also has a special police force - FAST, the number, budget and operations of this special force, even Congress is not qualified to question."

"If the situation is particularly serious, the DEA can even mobilize the Marine Corps to assist in the arrest."

"Mrs. Gao's Chinese gangsters and gangs that have interests in her are really not easy to mess with, but no matter how powerful they are, can they beat the Marine Corps?"

After listening to him, Jason's worldview suddenly became clear: "I didn't expect the Drug Enforcement Administration to have such great power. I'm ignorant."

With the support of FAST and the Marine Corps, Mrs. Gao and Kim Bing are nothing.

Thinking of Madam Gao's shocked and desperate expression, Jason said excitedly: "We will act tonight, before the old witch can react, and destroy her nest in one fell swoop."

It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but Jason is not a gentleman, but a bad guy with heinous crimes.

If he wants to take revenge, let alone three years, he can't wait three days.

Stan's expression was calm: "Of course there is no problem. Boss, you should rest early. Just remember to watch the TV news in the morning."

Jason hurriedly stopped Stan, he had to do it himself if he wanted to take revenge.

"No, I must participate in tonight's action. I must kill that old witch with my own hands."

Facing Jason's request, Stan didn't show any embarrassment, he thought for a while.

"It's quite simple. I can put you in the Drug Enforcement Bureau and follow me."

"As long as you prepare a special police uniform to cover your face, no one will know your true identity."

"It's just that I'm a little worried about your injury."