[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-141":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Marvel: The Villain",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1085858,1417,"Chapter 141","marvel-the-villain-chapter-141",141,"\u003Cp>The night was pitch black, the empty streets filled only with the roar of burning car wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint gripped his bow, carefully aiming at every corner, focusing intently on the sounds around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streetlights buzzed, their dim yellow glow flickering, casting an eerie atmosphere into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Tap, tap, tap...*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps echoed from three different directions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint’s heart raced, a sheen of cold sweat forming on his forehead. This feeling of dread had been haunting him for too damn long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the shadowy alleys on either side of the road, three figures emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint knew the key members of the Joker Organization by sight. He instantly recognized them: Franklin, David, and John.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing John, a pang of sorrow hit Clint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If John was here, it meant the bartender was likely dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fucking Joker Organization!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fucking Jason!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recalling her bold words before she left, Clint’s heart burned with rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without waiting for John to get closer, he spun and fired an arrow at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow flew fast, but John’s gunfire was just as quick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Bang!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gunshot rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bullet shot from the barrel, striking the arrowhead with precision, sending the arrow crashing to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint was pissed. He pressed a finger to the button on his war bow, smirking inwardly as he watched John slowly approach the broken arrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrowhead was packed with two hundred grams of TNT, more explosive than a fucking M67, enough to blow this piece of shit to bloody bits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint counted silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time’s up. He slammed the button.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second later, the high-explosive arrowhead at John’s feet didn’t detonate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint frowned, hitting the button again. Still no fucking explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the other side of the road, Franklin mocked, \"Don’t bother, that shit’s never gonna blow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint turned to face him, snarling, \"The car earlier—that was you fucking with it too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin grinned, nodding, unable to resist bragging. \"My superpower’s ’Tech Control.’ Anything electronic, I own. Like...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin pointed into the void, and Clint’s comms device in his back pocket started blaring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad,\" Clint said, his gaze hardening. \"You’re cocky enough to tell me your power. Guess you’re sure you’ve got me fucked.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin shrugged. \"Unless you can escape three superpowered assholes surrounding you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, the three stopped, keeping about thirty meters from Clint to avoid his arrows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint, holding just a bow, was boxed in by three enemies from all sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with his countless dangerous missions, he felt fucking overwhelmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was bad. He might actually die today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a tense standoff, Franklin spoke up. \"Three superpowered pricks ganging up on a normie? That’d disgrace the Joker Organization’s rep.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I say we let you have two rock-paper-scissors. The winner gets to fight him one-on-one. Win, we’re done. Lose, the next guy steps up. Sounds good?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David nodded. \"I’m in. Makes the game more fun.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>John nodded too. \"Fine, but why just us two? Are you sitting this out?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin threw up his hands. \"I’d love to, but I know I’d get my ass kicked.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Level 7 S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, and these three fuckers were treating him like a goddamn toy. Clint’s rage boiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this was his shot to escape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These dumbasses would regret underestimating him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds later, David won the rock-paper-scissors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other two stepped back to watch the show, leaving the stage clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint turned to face the man before him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David—real name unknown, parents unknown, a street rat who joined a gang and became Jason’s lapdog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years later, he left the States for the Middle East as a mercenary. A goddamn sharpshooter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His confirmed kill count was over a thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint glanced at the twin pistols in David’s hands, strategizing how to win this fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No use thinking. You’re fucked,\" David said, stepping forward, oozing confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint suddenly remembered the black guy saying all three were superpowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell was David’s power?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint drew his bowstring taut, firing an arrow like a meteor at David’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David, a sharpshooter with freakish dynamic vision, smirked and tilted his head, the arrow whistling past his ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint fired again, a triple shot this time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three arrows screamed toward three angles, Clint predicting David’s movements. No way he could dodge this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can’t dodge? Then shoot the fuckers down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David whipped out his pistols, firing three precise shots, blasting all three arrows out of the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spread his hands, taunting, \"Level 7 S.H.I.E.L.D. badass, and this is all you got?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint’s brow furrowed. This was bad. David’s shooting was too damn fast, maybe even better than John’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the fuck now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Clint racked his brain for a way out, David lost patience. He’d expected a thrilling fight, not this one-sided curb-stomp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boring. I’m done. Time ups.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he spoke, John and Franklin instantly covered their ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David opened his mouth, unleashing a sonic scream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhh~~~ Ahhh~~~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The piercing wail hit, and Clint’s body locked up, his mind blanking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound was like a banshee’s song, every note a soul-crushing torment, like ants devouring his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds later, David closed his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint collapsed to his knees, clutching his pounding chest, gasping for air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David shook his head. \"Game over. Take him to the boss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two spectators stepped forward to grab Clint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, Clint yanked an arrow from his quiver and threw it to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the three froze in confusion, he hit the button on his bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck! He’s gonna take us all out!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three dove to the ground in panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Boom!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A muffled blast echoed, and thick white smoke poured from the arrowhead, engulfing Clint’s figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit! Motherfucker!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three clutched their eyes and noses, scrambling to clearer air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"David, where the hell is he?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>David opened his mouth again, using his sonic power to track Clint’s position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds later, he smirked. \"He’s gone where he belongs.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the cover of the smoke, Clint bolted into an alley, hitting the emergency button on his comms to call S.H.I.E.L.D.’s New York branch for backup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, he switched his arrowhead to a grappling hook, firing it at a nearby building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arrow’s tail extended into a rope, and Clint climbed it like a madman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he finally hauled himself onto the rooftop, ready to wait for rescue, a dark figure stood at the edge of the roof. Jason had been waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint tensed, drawing his bow. \"Who the fuck are you?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jason slowly turned, Clint’s eyes widened, his body nearly collapsing as a wave of despair flooded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Years as an agent had forged his will into steel, though, and he quickly regained his fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if this was a suicide mission, he’d go down swinging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He released an arrow, whistling toward Jason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason calmly raised a hand, catching the arrow mid-flight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint grinned, slamming the button.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Boom!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high-explosive arrowhead detonated, erupting into a fireball.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the fireball barely formed before it shrank, then vanished completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint stood dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason shouldn’t be able to absorb that much energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did S.H.I.E.L.D.’s techs fuck up the math?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason tossed the arrow aside and walked toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Clint’s stunned face, Jason sneered. \"What, S.H.I.E.L.D. only teaches you basic fucking math?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint demanded, \"What’s that supposed to mean?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason replied, \"Numbers are dead. People aren’t.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the past month and a half, Jason had been training his superpower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His trick? Absorb energy and release it simultaneously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Energy coating his body blocked damage while sucking in external energy to replenish what was used.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This doubled his combat strength, making him immune to a standard explosive’s kill shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After weeks of grueling practice, Jason had mastered it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, killing him instantly required over 400 kilos of TNT-level energy. Anything less just fueled him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint blinked, and Jason, who’d been meters away, was suddenly in his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason didn’t attack immediately. He paused for a second, studying Clint’s expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint’s face shifted from confusion to wide-eyed shock, then raw terror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The transformation was fucking amusing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Clint could react, Jason grabbed his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lifting him high, Jason mused, \"You’re this weak, this stupid. Why the hell did Nick Fury send you undercover?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint’s face turned purple, choking, unable to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason didn’t care for an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leapt off the rooftop, using his power to head for the biker gang’s new hideout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a dim basement, the walls were lined with all sorts of torture tools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Billy sat in a chair, his gut churning with fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clint was a mole, and it had fucked him over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only hoped Jason would spare him for his \"special skills.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The basement door swung open. Jason strode in, dragging Clint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Billy, here’s your chance to make up for your fuck-up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He threw Clint to the floor. \"Use every damn trick you know on him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Billy’s face lit up, nodding eagerly. \"Don’t worry, boss. I’ll make this bastard wish he was never born!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can read advance Chapters and view R-18 images of the characters on pat reon page.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>pat reon.com\u002FGreenBlue17\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>500 power stones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Top 50. All time.\u003C\u002Fp>",1522,"2026-06-03T10:55:04.460Z","2026-06-03T10:55:13.643Z",1,"novelbin.me","f49572976bc2fa236dac4718e3cd44abe1e39317fbf9136de6c72e922c1d4721","marvel-the-villain-chapter-187","marvel-the-villain-chapter-186",310,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-the-villain-cover.jpg"]