Marvel’s Big Villain

Stan walked out of the prison, the sky was already slightly bright.

He was restless at the moment, not sleepy.

I just want to find a place to get myself drunk and let off steam.

Sitting in the car, the cronies asked, "Stan, do you want to take you home?"

Just as Stan was about to call out the name of the bar, he suddenly remembered what Jason said to him, and quickly changed his words: "No, go to the safe house in Queens."

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In the safe house, Franklin walked restlessly in the living room.

It's been the third day since Jason was arrested, but he couldn't think of any way except sitting at home watching TV.

"Franklin, it's me!"

Suddenly, Stan's voice appeared at the door.

Franklin was overjoyed, and hurriedly opened the door and asked, "How is the boss? It said on TV that he was in jail, is it true?"

Stan slumped on the sofa, took a beer and took a gulp: "It's true! Not only that, the prison where he was held is a military fortress. There are less than 300 prisoners, but there are actually 1,000 prisoners. There are many prison guards, and it is impossible to rescue Jason by force alone."

The smile on Franklin's face disappeared completely, and he asked anxiously, "What should I do? Aren't you the director of the Drug Enforcement Administration? Is there nothing you can do?"

Stan shook his head helplessly.

He is the Director of the Drug Enforcement Administration, not the Minister of Justice. How can he have the energy to release Jason?

"However." Stan frowned and said, "Jason doesn't seem to be worried at all, and he said something very strange."

He told Franklin exactly what Jason had entrusted to him.

"Huh? Let's go out and do bad things in his name. What's the point?"

Anyone with a normal IQ would find this sentence problematic.

After a moment of silence, Franklin's eyes lit up and excitedly said, "I understand! The boss wants us to go out and do something, and then use this to force the government to release him."

Stan shook his head and said speechlessly: "Hey, have you watched too many Hollywood movies! This kind of plot is impossible in reality."

Franklin didn't listen to the persuasion at all. He thought he had gotten what Jason meant: "Yes, it must be like this! Let's hurry up and plan."

Stan's mouth twitched, but in the end he didn't say anything.

Although he thinks this idea is unreliable, there is no other way to do it now.

Stan took out a piece of paper and analyzed it as he wrote and drew: "Jason said that we have to be insane when we do bad things, and the bigger the better. I don't think there's anything more conspicuous than a bomb attack in Times Square. already."

Franklin nodded in approval, but added: "I agree with the bomb attack, but I think it should be in a different place."

Stan asked curiously, "Where?"

Franklin sneered, "New York Police Department Headquarters!"

"Hush!"

Stan tactically leaned back, couldn't help taking a deep breath, and then said with admiration: "You are such a ruthless person! But have you ever thought about the consequences of this, the police all over the United States will go crazy. It seems to catch you everywhere, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, it will be useless."

Franklin was not afraid, and said seriously: "What are you afraid of! It's a big deal to stay in prison for the rest of your life with the boss."

Hearing this sentence, Stan couldn't help but look up to him.

Although this **** is stupid, stupid and useless, his loyalty is worth admiring.

"Okay, that's it! The plan is set for tomorrow, and I will help you prepare everything you need!"

After speaking, Stan left the safe house and started to prepare to go.

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The next day at eight o'clock in the morning, Franklin received a text message from Stan, saying that things were ready, and asked him to go to a nearby underground parking lot.

Franklin put on a sunglasses mask and baseball cap, wrapped himself tightly, and then came to the designated spot in the parking lot.

A van with a postal sign sprayed on it was parked there.

Before he could get close, the car door was suddenly opened, and two strange men got out of the car.

Franklin stopped, his expression a little wary.

One person explained: "You are Franklin, don't be afraid, we are Stan's subordinates."

"Where's Stan?" Franklin asked.

"Of course it's going to jail. As long as Jason doesn't speak for a day, Stan and the other two chiefs have to go to jail every day to report."

Jason is still in custody, and the investigation team will not complete the task until he spit out all the information he knows.

Franklin nodded, relaxed his vigilance and asked, "Is everything ready?"

The man nodded, took out a large package from the car and said, "This is 10 kilograms of TNT explosive, the explosion radius is 50 meters, the power is... You can make up your own mind."

"The surface of the package is coated with a special material that even a photoion mobility spectrometer explosive detector cannot detect."

After he finished speaking, he took out the oval detonator again, pointed at the safety cover and said, "The explosive has been electrified, this is the detonator for detonating the explosive. Use your thumb to push the safety cover open, and then press the red button hard. ."

"There is also a set of postal work clothes in the car. If you need anything else, you can tell me."

Franklin shook his head: "No, thank you."

This kind of thing doesn't have much technical content, what is needed is the courage to face death.

"You're welcome~www.NovelMTL.com~ Good luck!"

The man patted Franklin on the shoulder and left.

After changing his clothes, Franklin cheered himself up silently, then got into the postal car and drove towards the police headquarters.

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It's 9:00 a.m., which is the busiest time for the police station.

The postal car slowly parked in the parking space. Franklin got out of the car and opened the carriage to slowly carry the package out.

At this moment, a yawning police officer came over: "Hey! What is this?

Franklin glanced at him and said in a flat tone, "What else can it be but a package."

The police officer glanced at it and frowned, "I want to check."

For a moment, Franklin's expression was a little flustered, but the policeman focused his attention on the package and didn't notice this detail.

"Please."

He squatted down and put the package on the ground, but his right hand was quietly put into his pocket.

The police officer was about to unpack the package when he saw the recipient's name on the package.

That's the name of the police chief.

The policeman's actions suddenly froze.

He thought for a while, then stood up and shook his head and said, "Forget it, I won't check it. You can send it in with me."

"OK."

Franklin breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but there was no expression on his face.

The entrance of the New York Police Department was crowded, and police officers kept coming in and out.

After the package containing the explosives passed the security inspection, Franklin held it and led the police officer to the designated place to sign for it.

After the police officer signed his name, Franklin calmly returned to the car and drove the postal car away.

10 meters, 30 meters, 50 meters, 100 meters...