Marvel’s Big Villain

When the call ended, Jason secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Vladimir has already taken the bait, and now he is waiting for old Morgan to send C4 plastic explosives over.

After waiting for ten minutes, an old Mercedes-Benz S600 sedan drove into the alley and stopped behind the Ford.

Two cars came one after the other, completely blocking the alley.

The Mercedes-Benz started to signal, and the high beam flashed four times, three long and one short.

Jason said, "No problem, let's play the password."

Paul nodded and complied, slamming on the brakes three times long and once short.

This is the code that Jason and Morgan agreed on on the phone. If either party makes an error, it means that there is a problem with the transaction and needs to be evacuated immediately.

After confirming that the password was correct, Jason got out of the car, and the driver of the Mercedes-Benz also stepped down, opened the rear door, and helped the old man out of the car.

The old man had white temples and round golden glasses, and his face was full of wrinkles and age spots.

He leaned on a crutch with one hand, strenuously got out of the car, and walked forward with a smile.

Jason walked up to the old man without saying hello, but sniffed his nose vigorously.

"The scent of the perfume is very light, which means that the other party does not have a heavy body odor, and the fragrance is sweet. Many young girls love to use it. Let me guess... It should be an Asian college student."

Morgan nodded in admiration and said, "Jason, you are really good at smelling women and knowing women."

Jason's expression changed: "Bah! It's disgusting that you are immortal. The woman playing is actually younger than your granddaughter."

Morgan didn't refute, but just sighed: "Hey, the older you get, the more you like a young body. Don't laugh at me, you will have this day in the future."

Jason indifferently spread his hands: "Don't talk nonsense, let's see the goods."

Morgan nodded at the driver, the driver walked to the trunk, took out a dark suitcase, put it on the hood and opened it.

In the box are five C4 plastic explosives like dough, and a long-range detonator.

Morgan pointed to C4 and introduced: "The five C4 explosives have all been connected in series. Its power is enough to blow up a house. You have to be careful with it."

Jason didn't listen to his nonsense and took out the explosives for inspection.

The driver became alert and immediately put his right hand on the holster.

Morgan calmly stopped him: "Don't be nervous, Jason is not an idiot."

After checking and confirming that there is no problem with the explosives, Jason nodded in satisfaction.

Morgan: "The goods have been experienced, so let's pay."

Jason looked at him and smiled sheepishly: "Morgan, for the sake of being an old customer for many years, let's take a credit."

"what!"

Morgan changed his face instantly, frowned and said dissatisfiedly: "Jason, you know the rules of the black market, no one is allowed to take credit."

Jason put his hands together and pleaded, "Brother, make an exception for me. I swear to pay back the money within a week."

"No, rules are rules, and no one can break them."

After all, Morgan gave the driver a wink and motioned him to take the box.

"and many more!"

The driver ignored him at all and closed the suitcase directly.

Jason was not happy, he pressed the box with one hand, and the hood of the Mercedes-Benz immediately made an overwhelmed sound.

The driver glared at him, trying to pull the suitcase over, but he tried so hard that it didn't move.

Morgan narrowed his eyes and said in a bad tone, "Jason, do you want to play hard?"

Jason said: "Of course I don't dare. If I play hard today, from tomorrow, all the underground black businessmen in New York and even the United States will pull me into the blacklist and never accept me."

"Then what do you mean?"

Jason said: "I just want to change the trading location. If I'm lucky, I should be able to get a lot of cash."

Morgan understood what he meant.

The dim yellow eyes suddenly flickered: "Where are you going? Jin Bing's house?"

Jason rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "God, there are fifty or sixty gunmen stationed in the Kim Bing family. Only lunatics go there. What I'm looking for is Vladimir."

Hearing this answer, Morgan's interest did not diminish at all: "Blood debts are repaid, vengeance will be repaid, as expected of Jason. Well, if you give me a piece of information, I will make an exception for you."

Jason was surprised: "I actually have the information you want on me?"

Morgan leaned closer and said in a low voice, "Of course there is. The breakup between you and Kim Pyong has caused a stir in New York. From right-hand man to life-and-death enemy, everyone wants to know, what happened between the two of you?"

Looking at Morgan, who was looking forward to it, Jason sighed, "A profiteer is a profiteer. The value of this information is more than $300,000."

Morgan stretched out his withered palm: "Someone is willing to spend $500,000 to get this information."

Jason was a little surprised. Do gangsters in New York like to gossip so much?

"I can tell you the information, but you have to help me exempt these C4s from the bills, even if it is my performance commission."

When it came to money, Morgan immediately put away his smile: "Hurry up and pay, or I'll leave."

Jason said helplessly: "Okay, you're cruel, I'll tell you."

He leaned close to Morgan's ear and whispered, "I slept with Vanessa when Kim and went to Los Angeles on business!"

Morgan's eyes lit up instantly, and an incredible expression appeared on his face.

"Mad, you lunatic, how dare you sleep with the woman of Jinbian!"

Jason quickly waved his hand and motioned for him to speak softly: "Low-key, low-key."

This information was too shocking. The shocked Morgan was dizzy and chaotic. He quickly supported him with crutches, so he didn't fall to the ground.

This information is more than 500,000, at least 1 million!

Just as Morgan was resting his mind, Vladimir's call came, and Jason sat back in the Ford.

"The subordinates and weapons are ready, there are 24 people including me."

Paul asked, "The address?"

"It's in the warehouse that Jinbian arranged for us, you know."

"Okay, I'll be there soon."

Hanging up the phone, a conspiracy-successful smile appeared on Jason's face.

He beckoned Paul to get out of the car, ready to plant a C4 bomb on him.

Looking at the C4 plastic explosives connected in series, Paul's expression became very nervous, and his breathing became short.

While installing the explosives, Jason comforted: "Breathe, relax, don't be nervous. This thing won't cause you any pain. After a moment, you can see God."

Paul closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled it. After repeating it a few times, his nervousness eased.

After the explosives are installed, Paul drives alone to the Russian Mafia's quarters.

Jason got into Morgan's Mercedes-Benz and followed it from a distance.

When Paul was less than two hundred meters away from the warehouse, Jason called him.

"Hide your phone in your suit pocket, make sure I can hear it, and when the time is right, you'll shout."

"I see... Jason, don't forget what you said, you must take good care of my family."

"Don't worry, I will."