[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-161":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},1085806,1417,"Chapter 161 MK19","marvel-the-villain-chapter-161",161,"\u003Cp>As the suicide squad leapt from the trucks, the nearest security team arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spotting them, the guards opened fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rat-tat-tat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullets rained down, sparking off the trucks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Watch out!\" A squad member yelled, rolling behind the trucks for cover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But bullets were faster. Three members were hit by the strange guns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One lost his right arm, blown clean off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another took a round to the chest, a 20-centimeter hole punched through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The third was worst—his head exploded like a watermelon, leaving a headless corpse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The survivors, shaken, hid behind the trucks, breathing hard, faces pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t fear death, only failing the mission and dying pointlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit! Three down already. Stark Industries isn’t fucking around,\" One cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That gun... something’s off with it,\" Another said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s off?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bold member pried a bullet from a corpse and held it up. \"Look at this caliber!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others leaned in, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My God! That’s... a 12.7mm anti-materiel round!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No way! Those are automatic rifles!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t forget, this is Stark Industries’ security. They’re weapons experts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right. Other companies can’t make 12.7mm autos, but Stark can.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So... what now? The admin building’s still hundreds of meters away.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And we need to move fast. If we get surrounded, we’re done.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad bickered, untrained and clueless against such firepower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After arguing, someone suggested, \"Screw it! Blast them with grenade launchers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sounds good,\" Another agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a plan—maybe useless, but worth a shot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad’s goal was chaos, not precision, so they carried heavy weapons, not light rifles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They unzipped their packs, pulling out M32 grenade launchers, loaded with 40mm high-explosive or incendiary rounds—lethal radius 5 meters, effective range 15.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six rounds loaded into the revolving chambers. Using the trucks as cover, they peeked out and fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This method was safe—no bullet risk—but wildly inaccurate. The squad didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quantity over precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-plus members unleashed six high-explosive and incendiary rounds each, enough to crush even elites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trucks went quiet. The security team raised ballistic shields and cautiously approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump! Thump! Thump!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A muffled sound came from afar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards looked up, seeing only stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom! Boom! Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of grenades rained from the sky, exploding around them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grenades!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards panicked, raising shields to block.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More grenades launched from the front, landing at their feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explosions flipped several guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before they could recover, another wave hit from above and ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A 30-meter radius around the team became a kill zone, engulfed in blasts and thick smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barrage stopped. The squad held fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment, no sounds came—no screams, nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One member peeked out, seeing ten bodies strewn across the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They’re down!\" He shouted, excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Really? Go check,\" Another said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fuck...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grumbled but remembered his illness. No point arguing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dead either way—what’s a minute early or late?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resolved, he crouched and crept forward, eyes of his squad on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Checking pulses and eyes, he confirmed they were gone, then flashed an \"OK\" sign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad grabbed their packs and sprinted toward the admin building, racing against time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark’s massive campus bought them a window—guards needed time to converge, or they’d already be surrounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes later, the towering admin building loomed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Almost there! We’re gonna make it!\" A member shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad saw victory, faces lighting up with dreamlike smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, three armored vehicles rolled up from the road’s end, each topped with a swiveling MK19 grenade launcher.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night-vision systems locked on, and they fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thump! Thump! Thump!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>40mm high-explosive rounds tore through the squad, shredding them. Limbs and blood sprayed, the barrage cutting their numbers in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Scatter! Find cover!\" They screamed, diving for safety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armored vehicles hit like a sledgehammer to their hearts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the squad, success was inches away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For security, disaster was narrowly avoided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We made it!\" The security chief exhaled in the control room, watching the feed. But the thought of fallen comrades killed his relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chief, should we advance?\" A guard asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No,\" The chief snapped, annoyed. \"Hold the line in front of the admin building. Keep them out. Leave the rest to Mr. Stark.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Understood, Chief!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three vehicles lined up, blocking the road to the admin building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An impassable wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But was it really unbreakable?\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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