MARVEL'S BIG VILLAIN

The gunshots had already exposed Jason's position, and now, Fisk's enforcers stormed toward the second floor of the mall like a pack of hungry wolves.

Jason swallowed the last bite of spaghetti, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and sprinted to his next ambush point.

Pushing open the emergency exit door, Jason stepped into the dimly lit stairwell. The glow from the exit signs barely illuminated the narrow passage.

This is the perfect kill zone.

He ascended to the third floor, his back pressed against the stairwell wall, and waited.

Half a minute later…

Footsteps echoed in the hollow stairwell.

Four men.

Jason smirked. The goons had learned something—pairs got slaughtered, but a group had better odds.

At the second-floor landing, one of them cautiously swept his flashlight over the stairwell leading up to Jason's location.

Finding nothing, the fool turned to unlock the exit door.

Wrong move.

Jason descended silently, his military-grade boots barely making a sound. The four gangsters had their backs to him, whispering about how to breach the next door.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

The stairwell ignited with rapid flashes of light as Jason emptied his M4A1's magazine in seconds.

The four mafiosos never stood a chance.

Bodies convulsed as bullets ripped through flesh and bone, splattering the stairwell walls with blood. Severed limbs thudded against the ground, the putrid scent of gunpowder mixing with the overwhelming stench of death.

> [Ding!] Eliminated four hostiles—400 Villain Points.

[Progress: 750/2000]

Jason reloaded with a swift, practiced motion. Killing was just another day at the office.

He knelt beside the bodies, looting them for weapons. Within ten seconds, he was armed with two frag grenades.

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Elevator Incoming…

A low hum caught Jason's attention.

The elevator panel flickered. It had descended from the fifth floor and was now rising again.

Jason smirked. Amateurs.

He flicked the safety pin off a grenade and rolled the cool metal in his palm.

The moment the elevator doors parted a crack—CLINK.

Two grenades sailed inside.

"—WHAT THE FU—"

BOOM! BOOM!

The explosions rocked the elevator shaft. Shrapnel and body parts splattered against the steel walls. Smoke and flames billowed from the ruined interior.

> [Ding!] Eliminated two hostiles—200 Villain Points.

[Progress: 950/2000]

Jason barely had time to collect himself before—

"JASON'S THERE! OPEN FIRE!"

Anatoly's voice roared from the emergency exit.

A mafia soldier instantly raised his Colt M4 Commando and squeezed the trigger.

Jason reacted on instinct. He rolled sideways, diving behind an overturned bench as bullets peppered his previous location.

"Jason! You're fing dead!*"

Anatoly's rage was volcanic. He grabbed a Gatling gun—a six-barreled rotary minigun, usually mounted on a helicopter.

The monstrous weapon roared to life, spewing a storm of 7.62mm rounds.

BRRRRRRTTTTTT!

Jason barely escaped as high-velocity bullets shredded everything in their path.

The walls, kiosks, and even the reinforced concrete pillars were demolished in seconds.

Jason dove behind another concrete column, his mind racing.

The minigun's suppressive fire was relentless. Another mafia enforcer used a laser sight to precisely target Jason whenever he peeked out.

A perfect kill box.

Jason pressed his back against the column, feeling the concrete crack and chip away. The pillar wouldn't last long.

Think.

A suicidal stunt from an action movie popped into Jason's mind.

The dive shot.

Fictional. Unrealistic.

But maybe… just maybe…

Screw it.

Jason exhaled, tightening his grip on his rifle.

Then, in one fluid motion—

He launched himself from cover.

His body arced through the air, twisting mid-flight like Deadshot in freefall.

His rifle snapped up, crosshairs aligned—

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Each burst found its mark.

Jason hit the ground and kept firing, emptying his magazine.

Click! Click!

[Ding!] Eliminated one hostile—100 Villain Points.

[Ding!] Wounded Anatoly (Plot Character)—100 Villain Points.

[Progress: 1150/2000]

YES!

Jason clenched his fist.

It worked.

Anatoly screamed in agony, his leg pierced by bullets.

The minigun's roar ceased.

Jason hesitated. He could finish Anatoly off.

But why waste a perfect trap?

Instead, he dashed up to the fourth floor, found a concealed vantage point, and took aim.

Bait was set.

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The Mafia's Desperate Move

It didn't take long.

The rest of the mafia enforcers—what was left of them—rushed toward Anatoly's screams.

Vladimir was in the center, barking orders.

"Brother, are you okay?!"

Anatoly spat blood. "My leg's fing ruined!*"

Vladimir cursed. "What about Jason? Is he dead?"

Jason smirked from his hidden perch.

Not even close.

He inhaled, steadied his aim, and fired.

BANG!

Another mafia soldier dropped.

> [Ding!] Eliminated one hostile—100 Villain Points.

[Progress: 1250/2000]

Vladimir's face paled.

"F***! Get back!"

His soldiers hurriedly retreated to the emergency exit.

"JASON! YOU F***ING BASTARD!" Anatoly howled in rage and pain.

Even an idiot like him understood.

Jason was hunting them.

Vladimir gritted his teeth. "Brother, hold on."

"No! Run! Don't come for me, he'll kill us all!"

Vladimir hesitated. "Jason, let's make a deal."

Jason scoffed. "A deal? You bombed my fing house.* Your brother has tried to kill me twice. And now you want to negotiate?"

Vladimir's voice softened. "It was Fisk's orders. We were just pieces in his game. If you kill me now, he wins."

Jason sneered. "Oh, don't worry—I'll deal with Kingpin after I finish with you."

Vladimir sighed. "Please. Anatoly is my only family. Let me take him and leave."

Jason grinned coldly.

"Then come save him, you coward."

BANG.

A single shot pierced Anatoly's groin.

His howls of agony echoed through the empty mall.

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