[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-200":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},1085881,1417,"Chapter 200 Crate","marvel-the-villain-chapter-200",200,"\u003Cp>A long, winding road in the Paris suburbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A convoy of armored personnel carriers snaked its way toward the distant prison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The facility was over a hundred kilometers from the city, nestled deep in a valley of lush, green mountains. Aside from a helicopter, this treacherous, winding mountain road was the only way in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a fortress, easy to defend and hard to attack, built specifically for high-risk convicts and... special prisoners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Ivan Vanko.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The APCs cleared the checkpoint and rolled into the prison compound. Soldiers dismounted, forming neat ranks at the entrance. They were kitted out in full-body, black ballistic armor, looking menacing. No firearms. Just metal riot batons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy gates opened. The prison’s top brass walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Warden!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Commander!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two leaders shook hands. After a brief exchange, they walked into the prison block, the black-armored soldiers following two-by-two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The prison was dark and damp. Six floors, 500 individual cells, a thousand guards. The regular inmates, seeing these bizarrely dressed soldiers, all pressed against their bars, curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group went straight to the sub-level, to Ivan Vanko’s special cell. Even here, he was a VIP, with a dedicated 50-man guard detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His cell was basically a bank vault. The door had a state-of-the-art electronic and mechanical lock system. The walls were 50cm of high-strength alloy, rated to stop a 120mm tank shell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It took several guards to heave the massive door open. The two bigwigs stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smell hit them instantly. The Commander frowned, covering his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ivan was strapped to a simple metal chair, his head lolling, unconscious. His body was a wreck, covered in drying blood that stained the floor. He’d clearly been through some... intense questioning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Commander frowned. \"He’s this tortured, and he still hasn’t talked?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warden shook his head. \"Tough bastard. We’ve been at him all night. Not a word.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Commander stepped closer, checked Vanko’s vitals. He wasn’t dying, but... \"Easy, Warden,\" The Commander warned. \"This man has secrets we need. He’s no good to us dead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warden was proud of his ’handiwork.’ He just smiled. \"Don’t you worry. Give me a week. I’ll have him singing like a canary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Commander nodded, then quickly left the putrid cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked to a conference room in the adjoining admin building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Commander got straight to the point. \"Warden, you’ve received the President’s orders?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have,\" The Warden nodded. \"My facility and my men will cooperate fully with your operation.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. Here’s the situation. Our targets are two supes. We can’t use firearms. I need you to lock up every gun in this prison. My men will load them onto the APCs and drive them off-site. You’ll get them back after the fight.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Already done. Per the President’s order, all firearms are crated. My men will help you load up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Commander motioned for his soldiers to go with them, then continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One of the targets is a technopath. He controls electronics. The second they’re in the prison block, you need to destroy the gate mechanisms. We’re sealing them in.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Already prepared for that, too,\" The Warden said. \"On your command, I’ll trigger a full lockdown. Physical lockdown. My men and I will be in the admin building’s safe room. We’ll wait for you to finish.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They went over the details, plugging every possible hole. By the end, they had a plan. A perfect plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. This will work,\" The Commander said, satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Warden laughed. \"If those two pricks are stupid enough to come here, this will be their tomb.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most dangerous enemy is the one you don’t know. Now that they knew the supes’ powers, they had a counter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soldier entered. \"Sir. All weapons are loaded and secure. The APCs are leaving the perimeter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Commander nodded, his face grim. \"It’s time. Begin.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>.........\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paris, Four Seasons Hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin and A-Train, suitcases in hand, left their room and headed to the lobby to check out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the elevator, A-Train grinned. \"Yo, Franks. Let’s leave ’em a little surprise before we bounce.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way the staff and the rich cunts had looked at him... the whole room-stealing bullshit... he was pissed. They deserved a little payback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin glanced up at the elevator’s camera. \"Way ahead of you, bro. Already taken care of.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A-Train’s grin widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They checked out, got their car from the valet, and pulled away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t know it, but they were already the stars of a massive police surveillance op. Several unmarked cars quietly pulled out behind them, trackers feeding their location live.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mercedes stopped at a red light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A-Train stuck his head out the window, looking back at the hotel. \"Yo, Franks. This is a pretty good view right here. You wanna...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin just nodded, calm and activated his power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The second they’d left their suite, a team of cops disguised as hotel staff had entered, sweeping for... anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them was examining a floor lamp when the unplugged, powerless lamp suddenly exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glass shrapnel shredded the cops’ faces and eyes. They dropped, screaming, their faces a mask of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One after another. The TVs. The phones. The hair dryers. Every single goddamn electronic device in the hotel... exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wounded cop fumbled for his radio, screaming, \"OFFICER DOWN! WE’RE HIT! WE NEED... FUCK... WE NEED AMBULANCES!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The handler on the other end was confused. \"What?! You’re hit? But the targets are in their car!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"THEY FUCKING RIGGED THE ROOM! Every goddamn appliance... it blew up! Our eyes... fuck... they’re gone! The hotel... there must be... hundreds of casualties! Get medics here! NOW!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh my god... Roger! Ambulances en route!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one died, but hundreds of guests and staff were injured. The hotel’s pristine, five-star reputation... was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A-Train listened to the distant pops and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then... he looked in the side-view mirror. His smile faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yo, Franks. We got a tail. Multiple cars.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin’s face was ice. \"I know. Been tracking their encrypted comms for five minutes. They even put a bug in this car... but I’m controlling what it sends.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A-Train was impressed. \"So, what’s the plan, man? These pigs ain’t gonna just let us waltz onto a plane.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Franklin sneered. \"Leave? Who said anything about leaving? The mission ain’t over. Get Chloe on the line. I want the location of Ivan Vanko. We’re gonna make one more big-ass splash before we bounce.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m on it.\"\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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