[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-160":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},1085804,1417,"Chapter 160 Click","marvel-the-villain-chapter-160",160,"\u003Cp>At Stark Industries’ main gate, a heavily armed security team was patrolling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low engine rumble caught their attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several team members hopped the barrier, spotting two large trucks barreling toward the gate at breakneck speed, like they were out of control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit! Trouble!\" One shouted, alarmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby patrol teams rushed over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching the trucks charge closer, a guard gripped his gun. \"They’re aiming for the factory, Captain. Should we engage?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attacking meant taking responsibility. If the trucks were just drunk drivers, they’d face court.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But hesitating could cost the initiative—or lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trucks were less than 100 meters away, seconds from impact. Time was short.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a flash, the captain gritted his teeth. \"Fire! I’ll take the heat!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Roger!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nine guards dropped to one knee, chambering rounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, from the first truck’s passenger seat, a pale middle-aged man hefted a heavy machine gun, aiming at the gate with a cold grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rat-tat-tat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened fire, the gun spitting flames, shattering the truck’s windshield. Glass sprayed everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shards sliced the man’s face, neck, and arms, drawing blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t flinch, like pain didn’t exist, his eyes only growing wilder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The machine gun’s roar unleashed a storm of bullets toward the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Watch out!\" The captain yelled, diving to the ground and rolling into the roadside grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Argh!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some guards were too slow, taking hits to the chest and gut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark’s full-body armor stopped the 7.62mm rounds, but the impact felt like a punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These guards were seasoned, scattering to cover—diving, rolling, or ducking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the initial surprise, which left a few lightly injured, the gunfire achieved nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rat-tat-tat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The machine gun kept blazing, hot brass raining down, scorching the man’s arms and legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark’s elite security wouldn’t go down easy. The suicide squad knew this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their goal wasn’t to wipe them out but to breach the line and hit the administrative building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click-click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of rounds from a belt emptied, the barrel glowing red, smoking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ammo gone, but they’d bought time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trucks smashed through the gate’s iron barrier, charging into Stark Industries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hiss!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dark, the drivers missed the spike strips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All tires burst, hissing loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drivers didn’t care, steering toward the administrative building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From 100 meters up, Jason watched, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they say, the reckless fear the bold, and the bold fear the fearless. These death-defying squad members unleashed unnatural strength in their final moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Stark’s elite guards had to back off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Step one was a success. Now, how would Stark respond?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trucks passed, leaving chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The captain scrambled up, radioing the security chief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Stark Industries’ security control room, the chief was stunned by the intrusion report.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rushed to the console, hitting the highest alert level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing alarm echoed through Stark’s campus. Patrolling guards froze, staring at flashing red lights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief sat, broadcasting on all channels: \"Emergency! Two trucks breached the main gate, heading for the admin building. Estimated 20-plus hostiles, armed with heavy weapons! Repeat, heavy weapons!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice blared through Stark’s loudspeakers, reaching every guard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit! Trouble!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move! Now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guards, faces grim, sprinted toward the admin building, guns in hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After alerting the teams, the chief dialed Tony Stark for orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two trucks meant at least 20 enemies with heavy weapons—a serious threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not that they couldn’t win. With their numbers and gear, 200 terrorists would still lose. But he feared restraint would cost lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the factory’s sake, light weapons—rifles—were ideal for fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that guaranteed casualties, at least ten guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief dreaded that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy weapons or vehicles—rockets, armored cars, drones, choppers—could minimize or eliminate losses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But heavy weapons in the factory would cause massive damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief wanted the second option, but he wasn’t the boss. He needed Tony Stark’s call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Malibu, L.A., seaside villa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since miniaturizing the Arc Reactor, Tony had poured everything into Iron Man suit development.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was convinced it was the only way to crush the Joker Organization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driven by obsession, he worked day and night, barely eating or sleeping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his basement lab, suit progress had stalled for months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony sat at his workbench, using holographic tech to build and scrap virtual models endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Barring surprises, tonight was another all-nighter—his new normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, incoming call from security control,\" Jarvis announced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Patch it through.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony scratched his head, frustrated, and chugged coffee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Stark! Trouble! Two trucks just forced the gate, heading for the admin building. They’ve got heavy weapons, 20-plus hostiles!\" The chief reported.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony frowned. \"Twenty guys? Your teams can handle that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief rushed, \"Yes, but to avoid casualties, I request heavy weapons and assault vehicles—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No way!\" Tony cut him off. \"Heavy weapons in the factory? You know how much damage that’d cause?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single day’s shutdown could cost millions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief pressed, \"Mr. Stark, light weapons mean casualties—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony interrupted, stern. \"I’m clear: no heavy weapons.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then added, \"You can use armored cars. That’ll keep your team safe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Suppress them. Keep them out of the admin building,\" Tony said, checking his watch. \"I’m heading out. Hold them for ten minutes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hung up, jumped from his chair, and strode to the suit assembly area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smart floor shifted, robotic arms extending to fit the Mark III Iron Man suit onto him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark Industries, security control room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief wasn’t happy with Tony’s call. It risked his men’s lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But what could he do? Tony was the boss, the capitalist. A grunt couldn’t win.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark Industries campus, the trucks kept moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tires flat, they crawled on wheel hubs, painfully slow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Screech!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Metal groaned. The hubs couldn’t take the weight, collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trucks skidded, sparking, then stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drivers couldn’t accelerate or steer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Trucks are done! Get out!\" A voice barked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-plus suicide squad members, loaded with heavy backpacks, leapt out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The packs held weapons, ammo, C4, and short-barreled rocket launchers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ironically, many were Stark Industries products.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Using their own weapons against them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rounds chambered.\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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