Villain In MCU

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These prison guards, who had only received basic firearms training, were no match for them.

Fifteen minutes later, the shootout was over.

More than 700 prison guards stationed at Long Island Prison had been killed.

However, their own losses were also significant. Only a little over 200 of the 400 mercenaries remained, and there were more than 300 prisoners, but now fewer than 100 were still standing.

As the battle ended, the results of the competition among the three individuals became clear.

Without a doubt, John Wick emerged victorious.

He had killed more people than Jason and Harleen combined.

[Ding! Accomplice 'John Wick' killed 57 prison guards and obtained 5700 villain points. Current progress: 11740/7000]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for reaching level 8. Reward: 10 attribute points. Current progress: 4170/8000]

[Ding! Killed 29 prison guards, gained 2900 villain points. Current progress: 7070/8000]

[Ding! Accomplice 'Harleen Quinzel' killed 13 prison guards and obtained 1300 villain points. Current progress: 8370/8000]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host for reaching level 9 and obtaining 10 attribute points. Current progress: 370/9000]

"Oh my god!"

Jason stared at the system screen, stunned with awe.

Not only can you win by relying on others, but you can also level up twice. This is amazing.

Instantly, Jason was filled with an inexplicable sense of joy, and at the same time, he strengthened his resolve to improve the strength of his accomplices so they could become valuable assets.

Jason opened the system and, after some thought, added 20 attribute points to strength and agility respectively.

[Level: 9 (370/9000)]

[Strength 53 → 63]

[Agility 40 → 50]

[Stamina 50 → 50]

[Intelligence 40 → 40]

[Remaining attribute points: 0]

[Reputation: 784 → 1158]

[Accomplices: Harleen Quinzel, John Wick... (Reputation required for next recruitment: 3000)]

[Points: 0]

[Abilities: Combat Proficiency (Level 6), Driving Proficiency (Level 3), Firearms Proficiency (Level 6), Cold Weapon Proficiency (Level 2)]

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"Impressive! What kind of shooting skills are these? Gun fighting skills? They're amazing."

Harleen was full of admiration for John and finally realized the gap between them.

John replied modestly, as always, "My stance is CAR, and my shooting style is Mozambique. If you're interested, I can teach you. There's still room for improvement."

The CAR shooting method John mentioned is the full name of the Center Axis Relock (CAR) system, which turns the human body into four stable triangular structures, better absorbing recoil and making movements more stable and flexible while minimizing the risk of your gun being taken away.

As for the Mozambique shooting method, it's a tactical approach where, at close range, you fire two shots rapidly to stun the enemy, gaining 1 to 2 seconds to aim and shoot more precisely.

After being detained for dozens of days, Jason finally saw the light of day again.

It was a pity that the weather tonight was strange.

Dark clouds covered the sky, strong winds blew, and lightning flashed through the clouds.

Thousands of bodies lay inside and outside Long Island Prison.

There were broken limbs and blood scattered everywhere, and the stench was overwhelming, making people feel nauseous.

The scene was chilling to think about—perhaps hell was just like this.

"Hey! Boss!"

Walking out of the prison building, Franklin waved excitedly and ran over to hug him.

"Thank you for your hard work." Jason patted him on the back and introduced the three people behind him to him one by one.

"Hello!" Franklin stepped forward and greeted them warmly.

After these few days of training, he had become braver, more mature, and confident.

Compared to the car thief who once feared killing people, he had completely transformed.

"Franklin."

The mercenary leader stood in the distance and waved at him.

"The mission has been accomplished. I must leave with my brothers."

Franklin said, "Don't worry! That's my boss. Let's go meet him and get to know him."

The leader glanced at Jason from a distance, shook his head with a slightly sad expression, "Forget it, I'm not in the mood."

After saying this, he turned around and instructed his mercenaries to leave.

Although he made a fortune from this mission, nearly half of his 400 brothers had died.

This loss was too heavy for him.

But he didn't blame Franklin or Jason.

After all, mercenaries were people who made a living by risking their lives.

As long as they entered this line of work, death would always be lurking, like the wind.

The mercenaries left.

Some prisoners, who had goals and concerns in mind and knew where they were going, also left.

Most of the remaining prisoners who did not leave were lonely and helpless.

Although they had escaped from prison, they had no families, no lovers, and no place to hide.

Though the world is vast, there was no place for them to belong.

Perhaps they knew that in a few days, the crazy police and detectives would find them and throw them back into this prison.

In order to escape successfully, timing, location, and the right people were all essential. After this incident, the prison's defenses would definitely be strengthened. If they were thrown back into prison, they might truly be stuck there for the rest of their lives.

Thinking of this, the shadow of a bleak future loomed over the prisoners' hearts, and the joy of their successful jailbreak was greatly diminished.

Jason scanned their faces, sensing panic and unease.

He gave an evil smile, strode onto the platform, and looked at the confused group of prisoners.

"My name is Jason Walter. Many of you have heard of me. I am just like all of you—I have no goals and don't know where to go. But unlike you, I have friends by my side who I can rely on."

Jason opened his arms, and Franklin, Harleen, John, and Billy ran up to the stage, holding Jason's hands and standing by his side.

"If we disperse after leaving the prison, I believe it won't be long before the police come to our door and pick us off one by one."

"So, we can't separate. We need to stick together. Only in this way can we live with dignity in this messed-up world."

"If you believe in me, you can join me. I'll lead you to build a home of our own!"

The speech wasn't particularly inspiring, but it made many prisoners look at each other and whisper.

Of course, they had all heard of Jason's name.

Even if they hadn't known him before, after the battle in prison, Jason's name became well-known.

Jason was right. Compared to being scattered, the best chance for survival was to stick together.

The fact that Jason had been able to orchestrate an ambush in the prison, hire 400 mercenaries, and execute the first-ever jailbreak in Long Island Prison showed he had abundant human, material, and financial resources.

For these homeless prisoners, seeking refuge with Jason might be a good choice.

"I'm in!"

After some discussion, someone finally stepped forward.

A young man in prison clothes ran up to the stage and stood beside him.

Jason smiled and said, "Great! Anyone else willing to follow me?"

"I do!"

"Me too!"

Once a few brave souls stepped forward, others followed.

Among the remaining fifty or so prisoners, more than thirty stepped up, expressing their willingness to join Jason's team.

The last dozen or so probably didn't believe Jason, so they shook their heads pessimistically and left alone.

Looking at the unfamiliar faces in front of him, Jason said, "Welcome to the team!"

With just a few words, the welcome ceremony ended.

For the new prisoners, Jason didn't set any ability tests or offer a warm greeting.

To Jason, they were just cannon fodder—people who would block bullets. And cannon fodder didn't deserve names.

"Jason, we're an organization now, and we need a proper name."

Seeing her lover getting closer to his goal, Harleen said excitedly.

"That's right! And it needs not only a name but also a striking logo."

Jason stroked his chin, thought for a moment, then quickly made a decision.

Boom!

A loud bang echoed through the sky!

A dazzling flash of lightning split the dark clouds.

On the outer wall of the prison building, a clown pattern drawn in blood appeared.

Lightning illuminated the wall, and the clown grinned, looking arrogant and disdainful.

Crash!

Another loud bang followed, and the heavy rain that had been brewing all day finally poured down.

Raindrops as big as soybeans hit the wall.

The clown's grin grew even more menacing.

Jason and his team changed into police uniforms and drove out of the prison in eight police cars.