[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-marvel-the-villain":3,"chapter-marvel-the-villain-marvel-the-villain-chapter-98":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},1086039,1417,"Chapter 98","marvel-the-villain-chapter-98",98,"\u003Cp>Harley, David, and Christine headed to the former Black Organization—now Joker Organization—base, where Christine’s crew was already assembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason, alone, climbed into Kevin’s beat-up old Ford and drove toward Stark Industries Group headquarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The HQ and the bank were both on the west side of L.A., a straight shot, barely five kilometers apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kevin, a senior security officer at HQ, had bought a house nearby to make his commute less of a pain in the ass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifteen minutes later, Jason pulled up to the underground parking garage entrance, rolled down the window, and stuck his face out for the camera.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three seconds later, the facial recognition system gave the green light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The iron gate lifted, and Jason drove into the garage, parking in Kevin’s usual spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stepped out, a sleek new Camaro pulled up next to the Ford.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A jacked-up musclehead got out, grinning. \"Yo, Kevin!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yo!\" Jason shot back, flashing a smile while his brain raced to pull up the guy’s info.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a split second, he had it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was Kevin’s best bud from their Navy SEAL days, a teammate who’d retired the same year and followed him to Stark Industries.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two were tight, always crashing at each other’s places for parties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason strolled over, chatting like they were old pals, not a hint of nerves or hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The friend didn’t suspect a damn thing. They walked shoulder-to-shoulder into the underground shooting range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The massive range was already buzzing with security personnel. Some were firing at targets, others lounged with coffee, shooting the shit, while a few were slugging it out in the octagon cage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing they were about to face America’s most wanted criminal on the front lines, most of them seemed oddly chill, not a trace of nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason couldn’t figure out where their cocky confidence came from. Was it their battlefield-honed skills or the Iron Armor Stark had prepped for them?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and the friend sat down, bullshitting for half an hour until the rest of the security team showed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stark Industries’ security chief strode into the range, trailed by a squad of active-duty soldiers toting automatic rifles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s gut tightened at the sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Have I been made?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp whistle cut through the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three hundred security personnel snapped into formation, lining up in ten neat rows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldiers, though, fanned out, surrounding them with wary eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone piped up, confused. \"What’s this about, boss?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief boomed, \"Jason Walter’s crime syndicate has someone skilled in disguise. According to Mr. Stark’s intel, Jason himself might’ve already slipped in among you, wearing a new face.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words hit like a fucking thunderbolt, sparking chaos in the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The security team started panicking, eyeing their neighbors with suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason’s heart raced, but he played it cool, furrowing his brow and scanning the room like everyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief continued, \"Don’t worry. No matter how good their disguise is, it’s just a layer of fake skin slapped on their face. No high-tech bullshit.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Next, you’ll all step forward one by one. The officers behind me will check you. Start with this row.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first guy in the first row stepped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An officer pinched his face hard, watching as the skin reddened, then nodded and let him go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A real face would show red marks when pinched. A silicone mask? No reaction, no matter how hard you squeeze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, someone at Stark Industries knew their shit about disguises.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, the security team went through the test, passing without a hitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Jason’s turn came, he shoved down his nerves and stepped forward, cool as ice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soldiers aimed their rifles at him from multiple angles while one officer pinched his cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon enough, two red marks bloomed on Jason’s face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officer nodded. \"Clear. Head to the equipment warehouse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason flashed a smile and left the range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christine’s disguise was fucking unreal—good enough to fool anyone. Not only did it redden under pressure, but if you sliced it with a knife, the damn thing would even bleed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason had Stark Industries’ layout burned into his brain. He found the equipment warehouse without a hitch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The warehouse sprawled over 100,000 square meters, packed with an arsenal of advanced weapons—old stock from years ago and fresh gear ready to ship worldwide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The firepower in there could start a small fucking war.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason took his place in a corner where three hundred massive iron crates were stacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he had to guess, those were the Iron Armors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour later, everyone had passed the test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief sauntered over, grinning. \"Well done! You all passed. Looks like Jason Walter’s dumber than we thought.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The security team burst into mocking laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jason joined in, \"Hahaha...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the laughter died down, the chief signaled factory workers to start fitting them with the Iron Armors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When two workers hauled a crate over to Jason, his pulse quickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the fucking Iron Man prototype, even if it was a low-rent version.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crate opened, revealing a pile of precision titanium alloy parts. The workers grabbed their tools and started assembling the armor on Jason from the ground up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, the Iron Armor was fully installed and powered up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bright flash lit up the LCD panel in front of Jason’s eyes, displaying the outside world in crisp detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helmet was rigged with over a dozen high-def infrared cameras, their views overlapping so even if a few got shot out in a firefight, he’d still have a clear line of sight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the armor was set, the chief started handing out weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on Stark’s and the military’s intel, Jason’s crew was likely packing M16s with M995 armor-piercing rounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To one-up them, Stark had armed the security team with M240 machine guns loaded with 7.62mm M993 armor-piercing rounds—way deadlier than the 5.56mm M995s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three hundred badasses wielding machine guns, backed by 500-round mags of armor-piercing ammo? That kind of firepower could shred Jason’s crew to pieces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The armor weighed 120 kilos, the machine gun 11 kilos, and the mag 15 kilos—nearly 300 pounds of gear. Most of the security team was struggling under the load.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for Jason, with a strength stat of 63, 300 pounds felt like wearing an extra jacket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was ready. The chief launched into a pre-battle pep talk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the same old bullshit—honor, duty, family. Nothing new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he finally shut up, the three hundred soldiers climbed into armored vehicles and rolled out of the factory, heading for the bank.\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>",1121,"2026-06-03T10:55:04.460Z","2026-06-03T10:55:13.642Z",1,"novelbin.me","32ab9c38f92e57a5b90cd06a8a1fa84953a8b9b0a028d9725c8622cafd49426f","marvel-the-villain-chapter-99","marvel-the-villain-chapter-97",310,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmarvel-the-villain-cover.jpg"]