Villain In MCU

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Jason was a scoundrel first, and now he is the first to complain. Kingpin feels that the anger in his chest is about to be uncontrollable.

He used his suit as a shield to block the bullets in front of him, then pushed his feet hard against the ground and ran toward Jason.

The enormous force caused a crack to appear on the ground, and the air around it hummed.

Kingpin was extremely fast and covered the distance of more than ten meters in almost an instant. Jason had no time to react before he was grabbed by the muzzle of the gun.

The next moment, a fist as big as a sandbag hit his chest.

Jason had experienced the weight of this punch before, and the price was that he had to stay in the hospital for four months.

He immediately loosened his hands, exerted force on his feet, and jumped backward, narrowly avoiding the punch.

Kingpin did not take the opportunity to attack but stood there and looked at him with disdain.

A huge body coupled with amazing speed.

All of this seemed extremely discordant, but this was the reality, and this was the strength of Kingpin, the king of the underground.

"Jason, you're still as despicable as ever when you use a gun to attack me in a one-on-one fight." Kingpin exerted force with both arms and easily twisted the rifle into a twisted shape.

Jason didn't show any shame on his face. Instead, he said disdainfully, "My lord, you've eaten shit!"

[Ding! Triggering the mission [Fighting Maniac], mission reward: 10,000 villain points.]

[Mission Summary: Kingpin is challenging you. As a villain, how can you ignore him? Please put down your weapons and use your fists and feet to make him understand how to write the word "death"!]

10,000 villain points?

Jason was slightly surprised that the system had become so generous.

He thought about it for a moment and made a decision.

There is no reason not to accept a gift that is delivered to your door.

He took off the shotgun on his back and the pistol at his waist and threw them to the ground.

Kingpin frowned and asked, "What does this mean? Do you want to surrender?"

Jason flexed his fists and feet and said confidently, "Don't think you're the only one who's been practicing martial arts. I've also become a little bit stronger in recent times."

After saying that, Jason's eyes narrowed, he pushed off the ground with one foot, and rushed forward quickly, punching Kingpin in the face with all his strength.

There was a sound of breaking wind in Jason's ears, louder than Kingpin's own attack.

"Good job!"

Kingpin yelled, spread his legs, and squatted slightly before gathering his strength. His massive fist collided with Jason's in a thunderous blow.

Bang!

The impact resounded, a low, muffled noise that echoed through the air. Kingpin winced as a sharp pain shot through his knuckles, disbelief flashing across his face.

'Is this really Jason?' He wondered, 'How could he have become so strong in just a few days?'

"You've gained some power..." Kingpin started, his voice laced with curiosity.

But Jason didn't give him the chance to finish. He crouched low and launched a devastating uppercut, catching Kingpin square on the chin.

Kingpin, though immensely strong, was slower than Jason. He had no time to block. His head snapped back violently, leaving him momentarily dazed as a buzzing filled his ears.

Jason seized the opportunity. Fists flying, he unleashed a flurry of brutal punches to Kingpin's face, chest, and abdomen. He knew this brief window—when the brain is stunned from a severe blow to the jaw—was his only chance to go all out.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Jason's heavy blows rained down like a relentless storm. Blood spattered from Kingpin's mouth and nose, painting his face a gruesome mask of red. Jason didn't stop until his fists were slick with blood, having landed forty, maybe fifty punches.

Finally, he paused, breathing hard, his chest rising and falling with exhaustion.

"Blargh!"

Kingpin spat out a mouthful of blood and opened his bloodshot eyes. His gaze was steady, almost amused.

Jason's confidence wavered, 'No way! This guy is so tough!' He thought, horrified. A regular man's skull would've shattered under the force of those punches. Yet Kingpin was not only conscious—he hadn't even taken a step back.

"Yes… impressive." Kingpin said, his bloody smile twisted and grotesque, "To make such progress in so little time... You must have found something extraordinary."

Jason narrowed his eyes, taking a defensive stance, "Whatever I found, it's mine, not yours."

Kingpin chuckled darkly, "Don't worry. When I beat you half to death, that opportunity will belong to me."

Jason smirked despite himself. "You look like a beaten pig, and yet you still talk so much."

Kingpin ignored the insult, pulling a silk handkerchief from his suit pocket to wipe the blood from his face. His movements were deliberate, almost theatrical.

"You know, Jason." Kingpin said, his tone almost conversational, "When you were just a sparring partner, I held back—used only 50% of my strength. I didn't want to kill you. Over time, I got used to that restraint."

"Hah! Everyone talks big. Maybe I've only been using 10% of my strength." Jason shot back.

"You'll find out soon enough."

Kingpin tossed the bloodied handkerchief to the ground. The night wind caught it, carrying it briefly before it fell. Then, with shocking speed, Kingpin vanished from sight.

A sharp crack of displaced air was the only warning Jason had before Kingpin reappeared in front of him. His heart sank.

'He's been holding back this whole time!'

Jason reacted instinctively, throwing a desperate punch with all his might.

Bang!

The fists collided once more, but this time, the force from Kingpin's punch surged through Jason's arm like a tidal wave.

Snap!

Jason's arm bent at a grotesque angle, white bone piercing through torn muscle at the elbow.

"Ahhh!!!" Jason's scream tore through the night, raw and filled with agony.

Kingpin's eyes gleamed with merciless intent, "Don't rush to despair. This isn't over yet."

He swung his massive fist into Jason's abdomen, the blow snapping three ribs. Jason coughed violently, spitting blood as his body folded like a crushed accordion. Kingpin grabbed Jason by the shoulders, slamming his knee into his chest before hoisting him overhead and throwing him like a rag doll.

Jason smashed into the windshield of a nearby car. The glass spiderwebbed on impact as his body crumpled lifelessly.

In the fleeting moments before unconsciousness claimed him, Jason's last thought was one of bitter admiration, 'Kingpin is… so strong.'

[Ding! [Hi Grass Warrior] mission failed!]

[Ding! [Fighting Maniac] mission failed!]

Kingpin exhaled slowly, his rage subsiding as satisfaction settled in. He motioned toward a nearby vehicle. One of his subordinates emerged, phone in hand.

"Boss?"

"Call a rescue helicopter." Kingpin ordered, "Get Jason to the hospital. He can't die before he spills his secret."

"Understood." The subordinate made the call and then hesitated, "What about the reporters, boss? Should we send them back?"

Kingpin glanced at the scene—the wreckage, the bodies, the containers—and smirked, "Let them take their pictures, but keep the materials unpublished for now. They might come in handy later."

Suddenly, the distant hum of helicopter blades interrupted the night. Kingpin frowned, "The rescue team arrived so quickly?"

As the aircraft drew closer, it became clear this was no hospital chopper. The bold letters DEA painted on its side confirmed otherwise.

Through a loudspeaker, a commanding voice boomed, "This is the New York Drug Enforcement Agency. Everyone on the ground, hands on your heads now!"