[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-153":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},1085791,1417,"Chapter 153","marvel-the-villain-chapter-153",153,"\u003Cp>\"Man down!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Medic! Medic!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get HQ on the line! We need backup now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Connected! Armed choppers are airborne—ten minutes out!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, soldiers used the convoy as cover, forming a defensive line.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the jeep, Tony and the general were still shell-shocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move! Get out!\" Rhodes yelled, snapping them awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Staying in the vehicle was a death sentence. Tony reacted fast, shoving the door open and diving out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The general followed, hustled by Rhodes and others to a roadside ditch for cover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"When’s the chopper getting here?\" The general barked, face grim, crouched in the dirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes replied. \"General, choppers are up. Ten minutes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too fucking slow...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Boom!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shell screamed in, blowing several jeeps sky-high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dirt rained down, coating Tony and the general, who were sweating bullets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second’s hesitation, and they’d all be fucking ghosts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Those shells...\" Tony’s brow furrowed, a nagging suspicion rising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless he was mistaken, that was a Stark Industries single-soldier rocket launcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Problem was, those were sold only to the military and allies. How the fuck did terrorists get them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A face flashed in Tony’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Obadiah.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bastard!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selling weapons to terrorists for profit? Fucking insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony’s gears turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Getting ambushed on his first day in Afghanistan? No way that’s a coincidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But were they after him or the general?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a tight military op—only high-ranking officers knew the route. How did these fuckers find out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dark theory formed, but Tony had no hard proof yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In that split-second of thought, more shells slammed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers were blown to shit, casualties piling up fast. The defensive line collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The general’s face turned ashen, watching his men drop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Choppers were ten minutes out, but they wouldn’t last five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"General! Tony! We gotta run!\" Rhodes grabbed them, pointing to the endless desert behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The general grimaced. \"If they’ve got snipers, we’re fucked out there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rhodes snapped, \"Stay here, and we’re captured—or worse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they argued, Tony made up his mind, eyes sharpening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ignoring the gunfire and explosions, he stood, thumb pressing the fingerprint scanner on his case.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tony! What the fuck are you doing? Get down!\" Rhodes shouted, panicking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t convinced the brass yet, and now his buddy was acting like a dumbass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Beep.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The case unlocked. Tony tossed it to the ground, his face a mix of focus and thrill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t planned to reveal this so soon, but fuck it—situation called for it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rhodes! General! Eyes open. You’re about to see the future.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The case split apart, transforming into two red-and-gold mechanical modules—one large, one small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony stepped onto the smaller module, then leaned forward, pressing the larger one to his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The modules sprang to life. The lower part wrapped his legs, starting at his feet. The upper part encased his chest, back, arms, and head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was straight-up sci-fi, pure mechanical badassery. The general and Rhodes, covered in dirt, stared like kids in a science museum, their minds blown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stay covered!\" Tony said calmly, his face still exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faceplate snapped shut, completing the Mark IV portable armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This suit was for emergencies—thin armor, no heavy weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was weaker than the Mark III in attack, defense, and mobility, but against these last-century terrorist fuckers? More than enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony bent his knees, arc pulses blasting from his boots, launching him into the sky.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dust cloud, Rhodes stood, staring at the shrinking dot that was Tony. \"Iron Armor... he fucking did it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The general shook his head, chuckling bitterly. \"After the L.A. shit, everyone—us included—pointed fingers at him, called his armor a useless pile of scrap.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But in just months, he cracked the power problem and built this. Tony Stark... a once-in-a-century fucking genius.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the hillside, a 30-man terrorist squad hammered the convoy with rifles and launchers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sonic boom cut through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The terrorists looked up as a humanoid suit crashed down, smashing the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bearded fuckers froze for a second, then shouted in their gibberish, unloading on the armor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Ding! Ding! Ding!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets sparked off the suit, 7.62mm rounds doing nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The portable armor was thin but made of high-strength alloy. You’d need big-caliber anti-tank rounds or rockets to dent it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Pfft!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Electromagnetic pulses flared, and Tony rocketed toward a terrorist, landing an uppercut to his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Bang!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy flew 15 meters into the air, tumbling down the slope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jarvis, lock all targets!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smart helmet marked every enemy with red crosshairs, prioritized by threat level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony raised his hands, palm repulsors firing full-power blasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each shot sent two terrorists flying, their chests scorched with blackened holes from the high-heat beams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hidden terrorist grabbed a shoulder-fired rocket launcher, aimed, and fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Pfft!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rocket screamed toward Tony, trailing flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir! Incoming rocket! Evade now!\" Jarvis warned, calculating its trajectory and plotting a dodge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony didn’t flinch, just tilted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rocket zipped past, exploding into the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony glanced at it—*Stark Industries* etched on the casing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My fucking weapon. Obadiah, you piece of shit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing soldiers died to weapons meant to protect them lit a fire in Tony’s gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He fired a repulsor, blasting the launcher out of the terrorist’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rocket exploded midair, shattering into shrapnel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A goddamn killing machine had entered the battlefield, and the terrorists’ morale tanked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When even rockets didn’t faze him, they lost all will to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tried to run. Tony wasn’t letting them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Electromagnetic pulses flared again, lifting him into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His palm repulsors charged for seconds, then unleashed two full-power blasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust cleared, and two more terrorists were erased from existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony moved fast, hunting the next target.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two minutes later, only one of the 30 remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last guy was short, chubby, with a typical local beard—looked like a low-level leader.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony chased him down, ripped the car door off, and yanked him out, pinning him under his boot. \"Answer me. One: who were you here to kill? Two: where’d you get your intel? Three: where’d your weapons come from?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy, wincing in pain, babbled, \"لا تقتلوني! نحن جماعة جهادية! قاعدتنا على بُعد 100 كيلومتر في الجبال. قائدنا هو\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony frowned. \"English, motherfucker.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy, panicked, kept spewing gibberish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jarvis, translate.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds later, Jarvis relayed, \"Don’t kill me! We’re a jihadist group! Our base is 100 kilometers away in the mountains. Our leader is...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony repeated his questions, letting Jarvis translate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy paused, then said, \"We were sent to kill the Stark. Route intel came from an airbase mole. Our weapons? Our leader bought them from Stark Industries.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony’s face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Stark? That’s fucking him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mole in the airbase leaking classified routes? Had to be high-ranking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Obadiah, that bastard, was selling arms to terrorists behind his back. No fucking way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good thing Tony took the company back, or Obadiah would’ve trashed the Stark name for good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why me?\" Tony pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?! You’re the Stark?!\" The guy looked shocked. \"I don’t know, I just follow orders. Our leader’s at the base—you can still catch him!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony’s lip curled. \"Good. Give me the exact location.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy rattled off an address in a panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony grabbed him, flew down the hill, and tossed him at Rhodes and the general’s feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The U.S. soldiers gawked at the sleek Iron Man suit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got a live one. Interrogate him,\" Tony said. \"I’m going to wipe out their base.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Stark, thank you for saving our asses,\" The general said, stepping forward sincerely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Need armed choppers for the base?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nope.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony rocketed into the sky, heading for the mountains 100 kilometers away.\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. 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