[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-162":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},1085808,1417,"Chapter 162 Rocket launchers","marvel-the-villain-chapter-162",162,"\u003Cp>The suicide squad scrambled into cover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still reeling, one shouted, \"Rocket launchers!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others snapped to, unzipping packs and pulling out sand-colored short-barreled rocket launchers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You’ve got armored vehicles? We’ve got rockets!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All Stark Industries’ top-shelf gear—let’s see whose tech wins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rockets were simple to use. In pairs, they loaded in seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kneeling, six launchers locked onto the vehicles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fire! Fuck them up!\" One roared, pulling the trigger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Six rockets shot out, trailing flames, slamming into the vehicles’ fronts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explosions rocked the night, flames swallowing the vehicles. The blast flipped them, tires and parts flying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three guards manning the grenade launchers were killed instantly. Those inside fared no better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vehicles flipped, trapping them. Deformed doors locked shut, they burned alive in the fiery coffins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Motherfucker!\" The security chief cursed in the control room, face pale, then red with rage, staring at the fiery feed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These lunatics had short-barreled rocket launchers—Stark’s own product.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who the hell sold military-grade weapons to terrorists?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could vent, the screen showed a dozen figures sprinting toward the admin building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grabbed the radio. \"Where are you? They’re closing in!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Chief! We’re here!\" A guard reported.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good! Suppress them! Don’t let them near the admin building!\" The chief barked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Roger!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The admin building itself wasn’t valuable—less than the factory’s equipment—but it held critical files and a massive server in the basement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That server stored Stark’s weapon designs and transaction data. If it went up, the loss would be astronomical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad charged the admin building, running into another security team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Another team! What now?\" One asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Screw it, rush them!\" Another said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right. Get inside, and the mission’s done.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Running, they planned, pulling out grenade launchers and firing on the move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grenades exploded ahead, kicking up gray smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards, in sync, turned and bolted for cover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief’s orders? Ignored. The squad was suicidal; the guards had families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad’s desperate push worked, forcing the guards back as they reached the building’s entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grenade hit the bulletproof glass door, leaving a small mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The explosion shattered it, glass crashing to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Charge!\" The squad yelled, faces flushed, storming inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guards in cover opened fire. Special rifles cut down trailing squad members, who fell, eyes wide with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five more down, leaving single digits inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time for grief or fallen comrades—they had a job to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The building’s layout was memorized. The nine survivors split up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some hit the basement to blow the server room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others targeted the file room to torch classified documents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few aimed for the top-floor CEO office to burn Tony Stark’s space to ash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes later, C4 charges were set, timers at three minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nine exhaled, then moved to their floor’s windows for one last act of chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With terrorists inside, the chief couldn’t sit still. He jumped into an armored vehicle, parked 500 meters from the admin building, and directed the fight from there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was pissed at the team’s disobedience but understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who’d die for a paycheck, no matter how fat?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t. How could he demand it of them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blame Tony Stark. If he’d deployed choppers earlier, these terrorists would be dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those minutes, all of Stark’s security teams arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over 300 guards, under the chief’s command, surrounded the admin building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The night was still, tension thick, battle imminent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh! Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two rockets smashed through the building’s windows, streaking toward a nearby factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exploded on the roof, blasting 10-meter holes, debris raining down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief frowned, grabbing the radio. \"Snipers!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A second later, a voice replied, \"Targets locked. Next move, they’re dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A kilometer away, atop a factory, snipers lay prone, night-vision systems giving 360-degree coverage of the admin building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds later, a bright humanoid shape appeared in a scope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sniper smirked, adjusted, and fired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The recoil jolted his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A 12.7mm special round tore through a squad member’s head before he could fire his rocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His skull burst, blood and brains splattering the clean tiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The round punched through, cratering the wall behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sniper watched the figure fall, reporting, \"Target down!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another sniper took out a second member.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining seven caught on, warning each other via comms to stay away from windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it! Two minutes left, and I wanted more kills!\" One cursed, trapped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, snipers out there. We’re stuck unless we lure them in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ve got it! They’re Stark’s guards, right? Let’s blast the building. To save it, they’ll have to rush us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Solid plan!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seven grabbed grenade launchers and rockets, hammering anything that looked expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explosions lit up the building, glaring in the dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing the destruction, the chief panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting terrorists breach was his failure. If the building was destroyed, he’d be out of a job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gritted his teeth. \"Teams one to ten, storm the front! Eleven to fifteen, hit the roof! Others, fire tear gas. Gear up, snipers cover!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his order, the guards moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tear gas canisters shattered windows, flooding the building with white smoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Choppers landed on the roof. Fifty guards hooked rappel lines to railings, ready to breach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Front-assault teams paired up—one with an alloy shield, the other firing through its slot—rushing the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snipers watched the windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clear!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Clear!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the first floor, after confirming no gas lingered, one team hit the basement, others the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the tight stairwell, guards climbed cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Surprise, motherfucker!\" A voice shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A figure appeared on the second-floor landing, rocket launcher on shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rocket fired. Trapped in the stairwell, the guards couldn’t dodge, but their reflexes kicked in, firing back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad member was shredded by dozens of special rounds as the stairwell exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blast and flames consumed everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The front guards were pulped; those farther back were hurled through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief heard screams over the radio. \"What happened?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A first-floor guard replied, \"Shit! They fired a rocket! Second team’s torn up!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time for grief, the chief barked, \"Third team, take the second floor now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, sir!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving men to tend the wounded, the third team sprinted up, setting shields to lock down the stairwell exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another squad member tried the same trick, rushing out with a rocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could speak, a hail of bullets tore him to pieces.\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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