[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-168":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},1085819,1417,"Chapter 168 Cigarette","marvel-the-villain-chapter-168",168,"\u003Cp>\"Shit! This unkillable monster!\" Tony cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Found you. Hiding here, huh?\" Jason’s voice was icy as he landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My God! It’s Jason!\" The crowd screamed, abandoning cars and sprinting away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One Audi was trapped between vehicles, its driver unable to open the door despite frantic efforts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason glanced over and approached. \"Need help, sir?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver stared, frozen, face like he’d seen a ghost. He shook his head, then nodded, brain seemingly offline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason smirked, squatted, and lifted the Audi with both arms, floating into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony watched, assuming a fighting stance. \"Jarvis, I’ve got an idea.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My God! Help! Help!\" The driver wailed, unheard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason reached a good height. \"Tony! You love Audis, right? Here’s one for you!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurled the car at Tony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jarvis, now!\" Tony thrust out his chest, firing a full-power electromagnetic pulse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Audi blocked Jason’s view, hiding Tony’s move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Jason crossed his arms to watch, the pulse pierced the car like paper, racing toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grin froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too close to react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unprotected, Jason took the full hit, chest searing as he was blasted hundreds of meters into a restaurant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony dove aside, dodging the Audi. It crashed, half-destroyed, the driver reduced to a pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha, Jarvis, not bad, huh?\" Tony laughed, sprawled on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the death of a man he could’ve saved couldn’t dampen his smugness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, that was impressive, but Jason’s likely still alive,\" Jarvis said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony pushed himself up. \"I know, but he’s hurt bad. Time for the kill shot.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took off toward the restaurant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the wrecked restaurant corner, Jason lay gasping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every muscle screamed, his chest sporting a gaping hole from the pulse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit! Got careless. Gotta keep the shield up,\" He muttered, touching the wound, regret gnawing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pulse’s heat cauterized it, or he’d be fleeing to a hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing pulses outside, he scrambled to hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony landed, cautiously entering the dark restaurant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jarvis, why’s it so dark?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Likely Jason’s crash damaged the electricals, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Activate thermal imaging!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, thermal imaging was damaged earlier.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony shook his head, using a weak pulse from his left arm as a flashlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Following the trail of destruction, he reached the kitchen where Jason landed. Empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He escaped?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, that lunatic wouldn’t run unless he had to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then it hit him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Argh!\" A roar came from behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony spun, but Jason tackled him to the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jarvis!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"On it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boot pulses flared, Tony trying to break free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s left hand pinned him, his right fist, brimming with energy, slamming into the suit’s chest reactor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armor cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another blow sent black smoke billowing from the reactor, lights flickering, sparking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir, the reactor’s critical! It’s going to blow!\" Jarvis warned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jarvis, dump all the energy!\" Tony shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sir—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason raised his fist to finish the reactor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pulse, thicker than ever, erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason was blasted through the restaurant wall, streaking hundreds of meters into the sky like a meteor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reactor’s energy drained, shutting down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony lay there, eyes wide, heart pounding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d cheated death again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time to waste, he scrambled up and staggered out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the reactor, the suit was useless. Without it, he was just a guy with a six-pack.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Jason came back, he was dead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the street, cars clogged the four lanes, but no one was around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s reputation was that terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony, clutching his wound, slid into a sedan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t get far before hearing chopper blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking up, he saw a Stark Industries armed helicopter, decked out with his custom paint job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hahaha!\" Tony laughed, manic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a parched man finding an oasis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slammed the horn, leapt out, and waved wildly. \"Hey! Pepper!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chopper swooped in, hovering low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pepper leaned out. \"Tony! You okay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his blood-soaked state, she gasped, covering her mouth. \"My God! You’re hurt!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m fine! Get me the portable suit!\" Tony urged, reaching out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay! Catch!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chopper dropped to ten meters. Pepper tossed a red-and-gold suitcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony shed the wrecked suit and donned the portable one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With armor back on, his confidence returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An explosion echoed hundreds of meters away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony’s face hardened. He flew to the chopper. \"Pepper, time to go!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where? Hospital?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tony didn’t answer, scooping her up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tony, what are you doing?\" She asked, clinging to his neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What? Running!\" He snapped, speeding off with her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The portable suit was weaker than the Mark III—its weapons and reactor inferior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another fight with Jason now, and he’d be dismantled in minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reluctant but prioritizing survival, Tony chose to fight another day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason crashed onto a moving police car, flattening it and the two officers inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His preemptive shield softened Tony’s strongest hit, sparing him serious injury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it drained every bit of his energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aching, exhausted, and empty, he just wanted to lie there and rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The police convoy stopped, dozens of L.A. cops approaching with shotguns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Jason, they froze, terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"My God!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cop screamed and bolted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Jason’s rampage, L.A.P.D. had an unwritten rule: if you see Jason or the Joker Organization’s core members, don’t engage—just run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Discipline be damned. Life trumped job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One fled, and hesitant cops followed, pride be damned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds later, only three bold ones remained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look, Jason’s done for,\" One whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, that hole in his chest—he’s a goner.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is our shot at glory.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They murmured, barely containing their excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, they fired their shotguns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang! Bang! Bang!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shotguns with slugs packed a punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Jason, bone-dry on energy, it was a drop in the bucket. He didn’t even blink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty-odd rounds later, his breathing stayed steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why isn’t he dead?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s get out of here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tossed their guns and ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason opened his eyes, shaking his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not enough energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slid off the car, grabbing a cigarette and lighter from another vehicle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning against the trunk, he lit it, then casually unscrewed the gas cap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cigarette won’t ignite liquid gasoline—it might even go out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in a confined tank, vaporized gas in the air can catch, igniting the liquid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking two drags, Jason flicked the cigarette into the tank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fireball erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason closed his eyes, soaking up the flames’ energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charged, he reached the street, but Tony was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Estimating Tony’s head start and touching his chest wound, Jason gave up the chase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Done for tonight. Mission’s complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let Tony cling to life a bit longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a bit.\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>",1113,"2026-06-03T10:55:04.460Z","2026-06-03T10:55:13.643Z",1,"novelbin.me","389fa7224b605cdae9757761f1d11d6ba877429264f061aba034274f9c7ac893","marvel-the-villain-chapter-121","marvel-the-villain-chapter-120",310,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-the-villain-cover.jpg"]