[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-158":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},1085801,1417,"Chapter 158 Door","marvel-the-villain-chapter-158",158,"\u003Cp>Wearing an eye mask, Jason reclined in the plush first-class seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a six-and-a-half-hour flight, the United Airlines plane touched down safely at Los Angeles International Airport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dressed in casual sportswear with a black shoulder bag, Jason stepped off the plane, looking like any tourist hitting L.A.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bright shops, crowded terminals, and a cacophony of voices filled the air—LAX was a chaotic hive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason took it in, slipping on sunglasses with a slight smile. \"City of Angels, I’m back.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, the pickup’s arranged,\" Chloe’s voice crackled through the earpiece in his shades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a top-tier AI like Chloe, he needed matching gear. He’d picked sunglasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond their dual electronic displays, they housed a smart chip Chloe had custom-built.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Limited by this era’s tech, she couldn’t upload herself into the chip, but she’d beefed up its comms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shades handled visuals; Chloe’s mainframe crunched the data and beamed results to the display.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Navigating the crowd, Jason scanned the exit where people held signs in various languages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he spotted a two-meter-tall, buzz-cut hardass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy’s sign read \"Mike Johnson\"—Jason’s fake ID.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sharp senses caught Jason’s gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes locked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds later, the guy lowered the sign and approached. \"Mike Johnson?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah.\" Jason flashed his ID.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Identity confirmed, the hardass’s stoic face melted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed Jason’s bag, saying respectfully, \"This way, sir. Car’s up front.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason followed to three black Cadillac SUVs parked curbside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy opened the middle one’s door, gesturing for Jason to enter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason nodded and slid in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interior was tricked out with precious metals, gaudy and lavish—exactly the kind of tacky shit Jason loved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mini fridge by the seat held vintage Scotch. Jason poured himself a glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hardass took the front passenger seat, spoke into a radio, and the convoy rolled out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, welcome to L.A.,\" He said, turning with fanatic eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason swirled his glass. \"You with the branch?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy shook his head. \"Sent from New York HQ. I trained the branch at first, but now I run it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Got it.\" Jason nodded, sipping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the Joker Community launched, Joker followers had popped up nationwide, but they were scattered, fighting solo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Left unchecked, the government would crush them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Jason trained elites in New York and sent them to build branches across the country.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>United, they’d hit harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me about the branch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In L.A., Jason needed the lay of the land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning into the leather seat, he listened with interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>L.A.’s dense population fueled a massive branch—over a thousand full members and ten thousand peripherals in just six months, growing fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With HQ’s cash, manpower, gear, and tech, the L.A. branch was the strongest outside New York.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, they pulled into a branch safehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>L.A.’s strength showed—over twenty such safehouses spanned the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s visit was hush-hush. Mid- and low-level members were clueless, and no big welcome was planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a handful of top brass—less than ten—knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason donned a black trench coat and followed the hardass to a room deep in the safehouse, his temporary digs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Room\" was an understatement. The suite was 500 square meters—bedroom, living room, study, bathroom, meeting room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the meeting room, branch leaders waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were HQ transplants, others climbed through merit, but all their hearts raced upon seeing Jason’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like starstruck fans meeting their idol, it was a dream come true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door shut. Phones were powered off, placed on the table, and a signal jammer activated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason took the head seat, eyeing the unfamiliar faces. \"No small talk. You know why I’m in L.A.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chloe had briefed the top guy—the hardass—before Jason left, so they could prepare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hardass handed Jason a file. \"Stark Industries’ details—blueprints, the works—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason cut him off. \"Been to Stark Industries. Got the layout memorized. I need security numbers, weapons, that shit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason frowned. \"What? No intel?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hardass spoke. \"Boss, after the Stark bank heist, their security got a full overhaul. Their secrecy’s airtight. We tried everything—no dice.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s brow creased.No intel? Storming in blind was a pain in the ass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Given the task’s rewards, barging in is a shitty idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room went quiet. The hardass ventured, \"Boss, how about a diversion?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason looked up. \"Lay it out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hardass gathered his thoughts. \"We’ve got a suicide squad—terminally ill folks, broke, no hope. They’re done with life, just want one last wild ride.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My plan: send them through Stark Industries’ front gate, armed to the teeth. Regular security can’t stop them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’ll draw out most of the guards. If Stark’s got an ace up their sleeve, they’ll play it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Once they show their hand, we’ve got the upper hand.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If their ace is tough, we bail, figure out how to counter it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If it’s weak, you hit from the sky.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No security, no ace—Stark Industries is a fucking open door.\"\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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