Villain In MCU

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Jason tilted his head in greeting, the excitement on his face evident.

"The moment we've been waiting for all these years has finally arrived!"

"Ja…Jason!"

Kingpin stared at him in astonishment, failing to speak for a moment.

"You actually escaped from Long Island Prison, and the injuries on your body..."

There were so many suspicious points about Jason that Kingpin didn't know where to start.

"Yeah. I escaped from prison and my injuries are healed. Is that a surprise?" Jason replied, a triumphant smile spreading across his face.

Kingpin, piecing together the day's events, finally made sense of things, "Wesley, he..."

Before he could finish, Jason supplied the answer, "You guessed it. He told me the place and time of the transaction before he died. By the way, Wesley died a miserable death. His skin was slowly roasted over a low fire. Tsk tsk tsk, it was all red, burnt on the outside and tender on the inside."

Kingpin lowered his head, clenching his fists. His breathing quickened as he processed the news of Wesley's death.

When he raised his head again, his eyes were bloodshot, his face filled with hatred and murderous intent!

Under normal circumstances, Jason would have been terrified to see Kingpin in this state.

But now, not only was he not afraid, he even felt like laughing.

"Want to kill me? Just try!"

The next moment, more than thirty prisoners pointed their guns at Kingpin's head at the same time.

"If you dare to move, we'll beat you to pieces. A bulletproof suit worth millions of dollars can't protect your big, fat pig head."

The prisoners laughed mockingly.

"Come on, Jason!" Kingpin took a fighting stance, his expression serious, "The last competition isn't over yet! If you want to take my life, then fight like a man!"

[Ding! Triggering the mission [Unfinished Battle], mission reward: 10,000 villain points!]

[Mission Introduction: Get up from where you fell, and have a fair duel with Kingpin!]

Jason glanced at the system screen and said coldly, "It's a cheap way to provoke you, but... it's effective."

"Honey!" Harleen looked worried.

Jason waved his hand, signaling her to stop talking, and motioned for the prisoners to make room.

"Ah!!!"

Kingpin roared and pounced toward Jason like a tiger descending from the mountain.

Jason wasn't afraid; he rushed forward with a roar.

Bang!

The two powerful arms collided in the air, creating the muffled sound of muscle tissue.

For masters, a head-on fistfight can reveal their opponent's thoughts and strength.

Both attacked with all their might and murderous intent, their strength evenly matched.

Kingpin's face showed surprise, "You... your power!"

Jason laughed grimly, "Surprised? Unexpected? Hahahaha!"

He laughed wildly, pulled back his fist, and threw a powerful punch.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Two men, so strong they seemed inhuman, engaged in the most primal physical battle in the rain.

No exquisite footwork, no fancy moves, just the determination to kill the opponent with every punch!

Within a minute, they exchanged dozens of punches.

Both had bruised faces, noses, were panting, and their bodies were covered in blood.

They each took a few steps back, breathing heavily, staring at each other.

The prisoners watching were dumbfounded.

This duel... is so fucking exciting!

It's even more thrilling than watching a live boxing match!

Jason raised his head, letting the rain wash away the blood from his face. He shook his head violently, sending droplets flying, and yelled, "Cool!"

After the earlier exchange, he had figured out Kingpin's capabilities.

Kingpin's strength and agility were comparable to his own current state, but Kingpin had slightly better endurance, so his injuries were less severe.

But this kind of life-and-death fight, which was slightly challenging, was more exciting and interesting!

After resting for a while, Jason roared and rushed straight toward Kingpin.

The longer the fight went on, the more excited Jason became, but Kingpin grew more and more frightened.

He had originally planned to use the duel to hold Jason hostage, using him as a shield to escape.

But now, it was unclear whether he could even defeat Jason.

The speed at which Jason was improving his strength was terrifying.

In a fight for life and death, it wasn't just a test of raw power.

It was also about the will to kill the opponent and the unyielding determination.

Kingpin's mind became confused, and his fists weakened.

Jason seized the opportunity and delivered a fierce sidekick, sending Kingpin's huge body flying.

Kingpin slammed into the door of the Cadillac, the impact distorting the frame in an instant.

Jason was full of fighting spirit as he walked toward him with murderous intent, "Kingpin! Today is the anniversary of your death!"

"Maybe!"

Kingpin lost his fighting spirit, his eyes dim.

"But... even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"

With these words, a fierce light flashed in Kingpin's eyes. His right hand suddenly grabbed the cane beside the seat.

He pulled it out with force, and a cold gleam flashed!

Hidden inside the cane was a sword that could cut through iron like mud!

Grinning, Kingpin lunged forward with all his might, aiming directly at Jason's throat!

Jason was stunned and had no time to react!

Bang!

A gunshot rang out, echoing through the night sky.

The brass bullet spiraled out, cutting off Kingpin's four fingers holding the sword.

As the old saying goes, the fingers are connected to the heart!

Kingpin grimaced in pain, and the sword's tip veered from his throat and pierced Jason's arm.

John Wick lowered his gun and withdrew from the scene.

Jason felt the pain and reacted swiftly.

He kicked Kingpin's abdomen hard, using the recoil to take a few steps back, then suddenly pushed off with his feet and rushed toward Kingpin.

His finger had been broken by a bullet, and even though Kingpin didn't scream, the intense pain caused his body to stiffen for a few seconds.

This was the brain's protective reflex, and no matter how strong a person was, they couldn't avoid it.

Those few seconds of immobility were Jason's best chance to finish the fight.

"Bitch! How dare you cheat!"

Jason stomped the ground hard, leaping high, and slammed his knee into Kingpin's right eye socket.

Boom!

A muffled sound!

Kingpin had no time to defend himself, and the bone around his eye socket shattered. His eyeball exploded like a raw egg, and vitreous fluid mixed with blood poured down his face.

"Ah!!!!"

A deep, soul-piercing pain shot through Kingpin. He could no longer bear it!

He covered his eyes and staggered back, roaring like a wounded lion.

"Great marksmanship!"

Jason, though still shocked, turned around and praised John.

The situation had been extremely dangerous.

Everyone, including Jason, thought Kingpin was finished, but they hadn't expected him to have a hidden move left.

Had John, ever-alert, not noticed Kingpin's intent before he drew the sword, Jason might have been killed.

Jason felt a chill down his spine thinking about it. He pulled the sword from his arm and threw it aside before walking toward Kingpin with a cold expression.

With his right hand disabled and his right eye blind, Kingpin had no desire to fight anymore.

Kingpin clutched the car roof with one hand, begging, "Jason, don't kill me!"

"I know you're very angry now, but anger won't solve anything. We can sit down and talk."

"What do we talk about?" Jason continued walking toward him.

"Talk about your compensation!"

"You want fame? I can make you the King of the Mafia."

"You want a luxury home? I have dozens around the world."

"You want money? I have 2 billion USD in a Swiss bank account."

"You want women? I can get all the cover girls from Maxim to sleep with you!"

"Please, don't go any further!"

Hearing this, the prisoners around sighed.

Most of them had been involved in the underworld before landing in Long Island Prison.

At that time, Kingpin's name was synonymous with power.

He was a god, untouchable, above everyone.

But hearing him beg, humbly asking for mercy, all his honor and fame vanished. He was no longer the king of New York's underworld.

Jason stopped, feeling an unexpected sadness.

It was like watching a movie, replaying memories of the past.

When he was still young and inexperienced, he met Kingpin for the first time.

When he helped the gang complete missions, Kingpin had looked at him with admiration.

When he became successful, Kingpin had patted him and Wesley on the back, describing his vision of the world.

The memory shattered suddenly.

When Jason regained focus, the only thing left in his mind was Kingpin kneeling, begging for his life.

Though his heart felt a strange sadness, Jason steeled himself, "Wilson! I don't want anything now! I just want your life!"

With that, Jason clenched his fist and smashed it into Kingpin's left eye socket.

"Shit!"

Kingpin quickly raised his hands to defend himself.

But he was already at his limit. How could he block Jason's iron fist?

Bang!

The punch hit hard, blood splattering from his brow bone.

Before Kingpin could scream, Jason's iron fist followed.

"Ah!!!!"

Jason pounded Kingpin's vital points, as if he wanted to use up all his remaining strength.