Villain in MCU- CH-99. After all you are a man~

The man's thigh was immediately drenched in blood, and he collapsed to the ground, the pain searing through his bones. But before he could catch his breath, the three dogs had already devoured the chunks of flesh, and the dog that had been kicked away recovered and lunged at him again.

Four dogs, attacking from all sides. The man fought back with kicks and punches, but it was futile. He watched helplessly as the dogs tore more flesh from his legs.

Three minutes later, the dogs launched a relentless assault, completely overwhelming him. He collapsed, his eyes vacant, wishing only for death.

But the dogs weren't in a hurry to kill him. Unlike trained attack dogs, they didn't go for his throat or vital organs. Instead, they started with his legs, then moved to his arms, chest, and abdomen...

To these dogs, the throat wasn't worth biting—it had no meat, no flavor, and wasn't filling. The thighs, however, were the most meaty and satisfying. Upstairs, Gusteau's men were timing the ordeal with their watches.

When the man finally breathed his last, one of them stopped the timer.

"Damn! So close!"

"Let me see!"

"Just over twenty seconds short of breaking five minutes."

"Useless trash!"

The men sighed and cursed, disappointed by the man's poor performance.

What they didn't know was that everything happening below had been transmitted to John Wick through the miniature eavesdropping device hidden on the man.

John's expression darkened, and he immediately called Jason to report the situation. After listening to John's account, Jason wasn't angry that the Gusteau family had killed his man.

On the contrary, their impulsiveness gave him the perfect excuse to move against the New York gangs.

While several other gangs had agreed to attend the dinner in three days, Jason was certain they'd try something at the last minute—either backing out or banding together. No one wanted to give up their territory willingly. The Gusteau family's defiance was proof of that.

It was a shame they'd chosen the dumbest possible way to resist, handing Jason the perfect opportunity to make an example of them.

"I understand. Come back for now." Jason said.

"Alright." John replied, "By the way, Boss, when does the operation start? I'd like to take care of something first." John knew Jason never delayed revenge. Tonight, the Gusteau family would be wiped out.

"It'll be this evening. Why? Need to burn off some energy?" Jason teased.

John, "..."

"Don't be shy. We're all men. Franklin and the others went out for some fun too." Thinking of John's usual serious demeanor, Jason couldn't resist joking.

John shook his head, smiling wryly, "I just want to buy a dog." Hearing the barking from the bug, John remembered his old dog and felt the urge to get a new one.

"Alright, fine," Jason said, giving up.

Meanwhile, the New York gang bosses who had received Jason's invitation gathered for a video conference. During the meeting, they vented their frustrations about Jason. Too cowardly to insult him to his face, they hid behind the anonymity of the virtual network to air their grievances.

'Pathetic.' Gusteau, who had just joined the call, felt nothing but disdain for their fear of Jason. He described in vivid detail how he'd fed Jason's messenger to the dogs.

The room fell silent. After a moment, someone cursed, "You're insane! Anyone who crosses Jason ends up dead!"

"Yeah, just look at Kingpin and Tony Stark!"

"I'll mourn for you for three minutes."

"Hey, young people are so impulsive!"

"Want me to book you a flight back to Mexico tonight? There's still time to leave."

Seeing the other bosses mock him, Gusteau, a man in his fifties, felt a surge of anger.

"What a bunch of cowards! If you're so scared, you might as well hand your territories over to me and save Jason the trouble."

The bosses were offended. Not only had Gusteau dismissed their advice, but he'd also insulted them.

One of them shot back, "Let me ask you this: if Jason comes after us tonight, what are you going to do to stop him?"

Gusteau smiled confidently, "Call the police."

Gusteau's answer left everyone speechless.

Seeing their stunned expressions, Gusteau asked, "What? Isn't that a good plan?"

Someone scoffed, "Mafia business should stay within the mafia. That's the golden rule. I can't believe the mighty Gusteau family would stoop so low as to involve the police. It's a disgrace to the underworld."

Gusteau snorted, "Jason's not just a gangster—he's a superpower with an army of skilled fighters. His actions lately are more like a terrorist's than a mob boss's. If this isn't a matter for law enforcement, what is?"

Another boss chimed in, "Even if you call the police, what good will it do? Jason's outsmarted the cops in New York and L.A. Over a thousand officers and soldiers have died trying to take him down. Calling the police will only buy you a few extra seconds before you're dead."

Gusteau shook his head, "You're missing the point. The government hates Jason more than we do. If I tell them Jason's coming after me, they'll act."

Before anyone could argue, Gusteau continued, "No matter which agency it is, they all want to be the ones to take down Jason, the most wanted man in America. Killing him would make them national heroes, idols, and give them a bright political future."

"Faced with that kind of opportunity, the government will take the risk. And don't think past failures mean the government's powerless."

"The devil may be one foot tall, but that Jason is ten feet taller. I'm sure government researchers are working around the clock to analyze Jason's abilities and find his weaknesses. Every arms dealer in the country is developing weapons to kill him."

"Against the might of the state, one man's power is nothing. That's why I'm not afraid to provoke Jason."

Gusteau's reasoning left the bosses deep in thought.

Faced with Jason's aggression, none of them wanted to give up their territories. Jason was a wolf who couldn't be tamed.

While Gusteau's plan sounded idealistic and lacked concrete evidence, it was worth a shot.

If Jason didn't strike in the next three days, or if law enforcement managed to repel him, the plan would work. They'd follow Gusteau's lead, refuse to attend the dinner, and hole up in their bases.

But if Jason came and killed Gusteau, they'd play dumb and show up as planned. Either way, they'd come out on top. In seconds, everyone grasped the stakes and began praising Gusteau.

'This guy might just pull it off.'

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That evening, the team returned to the villa after a day of fun. They sat around the dining table, faces flushed and spirits high. A day out had done them all good.

With one glance, Jason could tell what they'd been up to: drinking, gambling, and women—the three essentials for men.

Only John Wick had done something different. He'd brought back a pit bull and was feeding it dog flivi After dinner, they gathered in the living room, and Jason filled them in on the morning's events.

Hearing about the Gusteau family's defiance, everyone was outraged and ready to arm themselves for a raid.

Jason raised a hand to calm them, "You don't need to get involved. Gusteau's no fool. If he's bold enough to provoke me, he's got a plan."

"None of you have superpowers, and Christine's abilities only protect herself. Given the risks, I'll handle this alone. You stay here."

Everyone immediately shook their heads in protest.

Harley spoke up first, "Those Mexican drug lords are loaded. We could make a fortune tonight. If you go alone, we'll miss out. Let us help."

Franklin added, "Yeah, and Christine's healing powers mean we've got a safety net if things go south."

Jason paused, realizing he'd forgotten about their powers. Each superpower cost $500 million. Normally, it would take months to save up, but everyone was eager to catch up to Jason and Christine.

Jason nodded, "Alright, we'll all go together tonight."

But the group still seemed uneasy.

Christine spoke up, "While it's safer to go as a group, the rewards will be split, delaying when we get our powers. That's not ideal for anyone."

"How about this: we draw lots to pick two people, and Jason escorts them. That way, the two can earn more, get their powers faster, and boost the team's overall strength."

After a moment's thought, everyone agreed.

Jason said, "Alright, let's draw lots."

He went to the kitchen, grabbed four chopsticks, and broke them into different lengths.

Returning to the living room, he held them out, "Whoever picks the longest and shortest sticks goes."

One by one, they drew.

Harley got the longest.

John came second.

Franklin was third.

David had the shortest.

David and Harley were selected, and they hurried off to gear up. Franklin sighed in disappointment, while John went out to walk his dog. Ten minutes later, David and Harley returned, clad in bulletproof vests and armed with automatic rifles and twenty magazines each.

"Let's go!" Jason grabbed his car keys, ready to lead the way.

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