[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-159":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},1085803,1417,"Chapter 159 Showtime","marvel-the-villain-chapter-159",159,"\u003Cp>After the hardass finished, Jason fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark Industries beefing up security and tightening secrecy was no surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what kind of security could make Stark Industries an impenetrable fortress, keeping out even L.A.’s local gangs and dirty cops?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a mystery. Short of storming in and interrogating someone, no amount of bribes or threats could crack it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no intel, a frontal assault was the only option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But charging in required a plan—not brainless recklessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Stark had some game-changing trump card, Jason didn’t have a second life to gamble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hardass’s idea was solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A diversion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason mulled it over. The plan seemed sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Send a suicide squad to storm the front, force Stark’s hand, and reveal their cards. Then Jason could decide whether to push or pull back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flaw? After this probe, Stark would be on high alert, making the next move harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your plan’s good. Make it happen.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thrilled by the boss’s approval, the hardass rallied the others to leave and assemble the suicide squad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once alone, Jason sprawled on the living room couch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One question nagged him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark Industries dealt in weapons. To avoid backstabs from rivals, their security was always tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time Jason infiltrated, he’d only gotten in because of a fluke with a guard and Christine’s masterful disguise. Even then, their security was top-notch for a private company.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Jason’s billion-dollar bank heist, Stark would’ve patched every hole and upgraded again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here’s the thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how hard a private company tried, their security had limits. Guards were human—weak links.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason didn’t buy that every guard was immune to the branch’s multimillion-dollar bribes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only one explanation made sense: Stark had outside help, likely government or military.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only those players could lock down secrecy so tight that cops and criminals couldn’t find a crack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Stark working with the military on a classified project?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason felt he was closing in on the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what project justified this much effort?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped guessing. If luck held, he’d know tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour and a half later, Jason, dressed and ready, left the room. A branch member arrived, saying the suicide squad was assembled and asking if he wanted to see.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason, always curious, followed through a maze of halls to a cavernous warehouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overhead lights hung from the ceiling. In the center, twenty or thirty people stood scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Different clothes, looks, skin tones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One thing in common: hollow, lifeless eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hardass was on a platform, giving a speech, the squad listening intently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As his words hit their peak, the emptiness in their eyes gave way to fervor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before L.A., the hardass trained at HQ. Beyond combat and firearms, speechcraft was mandatory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words, crafted by the organization’s psychologists and orators, targeted people broken by disease, poverty, and injustice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Precise rhetoric, paired with his passionate delivery, lit a fire in the squad, like a dying man’s last surge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, want to speak?\" An underling asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason shook his head, smiling. \"I might not top him.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy nodded, staying quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speech done, the squad’s morale peaked. Time to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two trucks loaded with weapons and ammo rolled in. The squad climbed aboard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss, it’s time,\" The hardass said, seeking approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Midnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>L.A., the city that never sleeps, glowed with neon and debauchery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that was downtown. The suburbs had gone quiet, with sparse foot and car traffic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>West L.A., Stark Industries HQ.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The factory was shut down, most areas dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the leak six months ago, Stark had tightened security. Harsh, impersonal rules pissed off workers and guards alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days ago, those rules got stricter—downright draconian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Workers noticed familiar guards vanishing, replaced by burly, stone-faced men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These new guys were rigid, patrolling routes obsessively, checking every detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any issue, even minor, led to a trip to the security room for a thorough shakedown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just days, over a thousand complaints piled up, but they vanished without a trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Workers were gone, but Stark’s massive campus still crawled with dozens of ten-man security teams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each guard was jacked, clad in full-body armor, steel helmets, and face shields, wielding massive guns never seen on the market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even unsupervised, they patrolled diligently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three blocks from Stark Industries, Jason and the branch’s top brass sat in a black Cadillac SUV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hardass checked his watch. \"Almost time. The squad should be there.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason opened the door and stepped out alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll scout from above. Switch comms to the secure channel. If shit hits the fan, you bail. I’m better off solo.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hardass nodded. \"Good luck, boss.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason shut the door, slipped into the dark, and powered up, soaring 100 meters into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cool night breeze hit as L.A.’s dazzling lights spread below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This view never got old.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiling, he adjusted his sunglasses. \"Chloe, activate high-res zoom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"On it, boss!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The earpiece hummed, and the shades’ display zoomed in, giving Jason a crystal-clear view of Stark’s front gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few minutes of cold air, a faint engine rumble reached his ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned. Two trucks sped down the road toward Stark Industries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s lips curled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Showtime.\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>",889,"2026-06-03T10:55:04.460Z","2026-06-03T10:55:13.643Z",1,"novelbin.me","94656d4d39cfe881bcf5b74def81b8a9a6d4c6bde6b1bb1b1fa7eb1ca1359433","marvel-the-villain-chapter-160","marvel-the-villain-chapter-113",310,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-the-villain-cover.jpg"]