Villain in MCU-CH-100. Late-Night Gunfight! The End of the Gang!

Gust dared to challenge Jason not only because of the reasons discussed in the video conference earlier but also because he had a trump card.

As major drug lords in Mexico, they had a long-standing tradition of bribing government officials and police to cover up their activities. After arriving in New York, Gust continued this fine tradition. After careful consideration, he set his sights on the mayor of New York.

According to intelligence gathered by the Gust family, the mayor was known for his extravagant lifestyle, with significant assets both domestically and abroad. He had questionable dealings with many entrepreneurs in New York City and had even accepted bribes from Kim Byung, making him Kim Byung's biggest backer in the city.

After obtaining this information, Gust concluded that the mayor was someone who could be swayed. He immediately sent envoys to contact the mayor, mobilizing a large amount of funds from Mexico to buy him luxury cars, mansions, and even host extravagant parties.

After spending nearly $200 million, Gust successfully won over the mayor, securing a powerful ally in New York.

Gust knew that ordinary police officers were no match for Jason—they were sitting ducks. So, after the video conference, he immediately called the mayor and requested the deployment of elite forces for protection.

Take money from others, and help them eliminate disasters!

Despite his corruption, the mayor had strong professional ethics. He promptly agreed to Gust's request and arranged for special personnel to provide round-the-clock protection.

With the mayor's assurance, Gust finally felt at ease. He leaned back into his plush sofa, lit a cigar, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly. As soothing music played in the background, he began to envision a bright future for his family.

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Time passed minute by minute, and it was nearly noon, but the personnel promised by the mayor still hadn't arrived. Growing anxious, Gust called the mayor again.

To his surprise, the mayor excitedly informed him that the matter had been taken over by the Strategic National Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau—a highly secretive department. With their involvement, Gust could rest easy.

Hearing this, Gust was thrilled. He had always believed that the state apparatus was far more complex than it appeared, with hidden, specialized agencies operating in the shadows. He never expected to encounter one so soon after arriving in the United States.

After waiting for over half an hour, a trusted confidant rushed into the room, visibly panicked.

"Boss, there are two people outside who want to see you. I asked who sent them, and they said it was the mayor."

Gust's face lit up with excitement. He quickly extinguished his cigar and shouted, "Bring them in immediately! And remember, be respectful! Anyone who offends them will be fed to the dogs!"

The confidant was taken aback. The boss rarely showed such emotion—why was he so excited now? Could these two be some kind of powerful figures?

The confidant nodded and hurried out to escort the visitors inside before any of his subordinates made a mistake.

A few minutes later, the two men entered Gust's office, led by the confidant.

Gust stood up and examined them closely.

One was white, the other black.

The white man wore a neat suit, appeared to be in his forties, and had thinning hair. He looked like an ordinary office worker—not particularly impressive.

Gust felt a twinge of disappointment.

He turned his attention to the black man.

Dressed in a long black trench coat, with a pistol holstered at his waist, the man had a cold expression and a shiny bald head. Most striking was the black eyepatch covering his left eye.

Gust met his gaze, unsure whether to focus on his eye or the eyepatch.

Still, this black gentleman fit Gust's image of a member of a mysterious American organization.

"Hello, I'm Gust." He said, extending his hand.

"Nick Fury." Said the black man.

"Phil Coulson." Said the middle-aged bald man.

Gust shook their hands enthusiastically and gestured for them to sit, "Please, make yourselves comfortable."

The two men sat on the sofas flanking Gust. A discreet confidant brought in three cups of premium Blue Mountain coffee and then left the room.

However, the two visitors ignored the coffee. Nick Fury got straight to the point, "The mayor should have informed you of our identities."

Gust took a sip of coffee and nodded, "The mayor mentioned that you're from the Strategic National Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau—a highly secretive and powerful organization."

Nick Fury narrowed his one visible eye and spoke gravely, "Good. Now, tell me everything that's happened. Don't leave anything out. Lying to me will have consequences you can't afford."

Gust's expression faltered slightly. He hadn't expected to bring two such formidable figures into his home. He quickly set down his cup and began recounting the events of the past few days, including the upcoming dinner and his own analysis.

The two men listened in silence, offering no interruptions.

Gust grew increasingly awed by this mysterious organization, even lowering his voice as he spoke. When he finished, Nick Fury asked a few follow-up questions before standing to leave.

"From now on, your men will be under our control. Our identities and the content of our conversation must remain confidential. Follow our instructions, and we'll ensure your safety. Otherwise..."

Gust quickly stood up, "Don't worry, I'll follow your orders exactly."

Nick Fury nodded, "Good. Carry on as usual. If Jason shows up, we'll handle him."

"Of course. With you here, Jason won't stand a chance..."

Gust tried to continue, but the two men didn't give him the opportunity. They turned and left.

Despite being dismissed so abruptly, Gust felt no resentment. In his mind, this was exactly how a mysterious organization should behave.

'Jason, I have a powerful backer now. If you dare to come, you're finished!'

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At nine o'clock that evening, Jason, Harley, and David drove to Queens and parked their car in a dark alley near the Mexican gang's headquarters.

Harley and David stepped out of the car, carrying black duffel bags filled with guns and ammunition.

Jason approached them and warned, "There are two to three hundred armed gang members, all equipped with automatic rifles. Even though your marksmanship is excellent, the numbers are against you. Be careful."

He pointed to a tall building nearby, "I'll be watching from up there. If you run into trouble you can't handle, call me immediately."

"Got it, boss."

"Don't worry, honey."

Neither of them was a rookie. If they encountered a serious threat, they wouldn't act recklessly.

After a brief exchange, Harley and David left the alley, their black bags slung over their shoulders, and headed toward the slums.

Once they were gone, Jason gathered wind energy beneath his feet and soared into the air, landing on the rooftop of the tall building. After confirming he was alone, he sat on the edge, legs dangling, and pulled out a high-tech telescope to watch the two as they moved swiftly through the darkness.

By nine o'clock, the slums were shrouded in darkness. To save electricity, residents lit red bonfires along the roadsides. Groups of idle people sat around, drinking cheap beer and chatting.

Suddenly, a man and a woman entered the slum. They wore full-body bulletproof vests, carried large-caliber automatic rifles, and had bulging black bags on their backs.

These two looked like prime targets, but their weapons deterred any would-be robbers.

As they passed, someone muttered, "What's going on today? Four groups of people have come through—morning, noon, afternoon, and now evening. None of them look easy to deal with."

A companion tossed more wood onto the fire and replied calmly, "Don't forget, this is the Mexican gang's headquarters. It's not surprising if powerful people show up."

Harley and David ventured deeper into the slum. Using the intelligence they'd gathered earlier, they soon reached the area controlled by the Mexican gang.

Several men in printed T-shirts and armed with AK-47s surrounded them.

The leader barked, "Stop! Who are you?"

Harley and David exchanged glances. Harley smiled and asked, "Excuse me, is Mr. Gust here? We have urgent business with him."

"Looking for the boss again? Didn't you just come this afternoon? Why are you back tonight?" the leader muttered, still eyeing them suspiciously, "Who are you, and what do you want with the boss?"

The fact that the man didn't deny Gust's presence confirmed he was still here.

Harley and David smiled faintly, "We're..."

Suddenly, they raised their rifles and opened fire.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The gangsters had no time to react. Blood sprayed from their foreheads as they collapsed to the ground. The gunshots echoed through the darkness, rousing the entire Mexican gang.

"Enemies! We're under attack!"

They rushed down the stairs, guns in hand, ready for a fight. The leaders shouted, "Stay calm! Remember what you learned this afternoon. Stick to the plan!"

The gangsters quickly composed themselves and followed the instructions of the mysterious men who had trained them earlier, taking up positions in the corridors.

Harley and David, after firing their shots, immediately took cover behind nearby barriers.

But after two minutes, no large group of gangsters appeared.

David frowned. Normally, after killing someone in gang territory, they'd be swarmed by armed men from all directions. That's when the fragmentation grenades in his bag would come in handy.

Then, wave after wave of gangsters would attack until they realized they couldn't win and fled in disarray. That was the usual script.

But now, the gangsters seemed to have vanished.

Harley and David grew anxious. They were outnumbered, and dragging this out would only put them at greater risk. They needed a solution.

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