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MTV Chapter 40

Two days after his capture, Jason’s condition stabilized enough for him to hold a conversation, though his body was still a roadmap of bruises and bandages. The joint task force—DEA, FBI, and NYPD—convened and decided to transfer him to Long Island Prison, a maximum-security fortress for the worst of the worst. They mapped out a secure transport route, and the mayor of New York went on TV, declaring a citywide curfew from midnight to 2 a.m. No vehicles, no pedestrians—complete lockdow...

MTV Chapter 39

[Ding! Reputation exceeds 500 points. One ally recruitment opportunity unlocked!]

Jason lay in the hospital bed, his body a battered mess wrapped in bandages, but a sly grin crept across his face. With a flicker of thought, he opened the system interface and hit the recruitment option.

[Ding! Villain ally ‘Harley Quinn’ activated. Source: Suicide Squad. The host must personally recruit her.]

'Harley Quinn…' The name sparked a memory, faint but vivid. Jason’s eyes nar...

MTV Chapter 38

As consciousness slipped away, Jason’s final thought was a grudging acknowledgment: Fisk, you’re one tough bastard. His head lolled to the side, and darkness claimed him.

[Ding! “Dope Warrior” mission failed!]

[Ding! “Combat Maniac” mission failed!]

Fisk let out a heavy breath, his rage finally spent. The thrill of pummeling Jason left him feeling lighter, almost euphoric, his massive frame standing tall amid the carnage. He waved toward the distant Cadillac, and...

MTV Chapter 37

[Ding! Attribute points allocated successfully!]

[Level: 6 (2115/6000)]

[Strength: 42 → 48]

[Agility: 40 → 40]

[Endurance: 40 → 45]

[Intelligence: 40 → 40]

[Remaining Attribute Points: 0]

[Reputation: 411]

[Allies: Franklin Clinton, Norman Stanfield (Reputation required for next ally: 500)]

[Points: 43]

[Abilities: Combat Mastery (Level 6), Driving Mastery (Level 3), Firearms Mastery (Level 6), Melee Weapon Mastery (Level 2)]...

MTV Chapter 36

Jason leaped off the container, swapping out his spent magazine for a fresh one with a satisfying click. He stood brazenly in the middle of the highway, the glow of the burning wreckage casting jagged shadows around him. A single Cadillac? Five guys at most. With his sharpshooting skills, he could drop them all before they even drew their weapons. His blood was up, frustration from the botched heist fueling his need to spill more blood. 'Fuck it, I’m not leaving empty-handed.'

The Cad...

MTV Chapter 35

The two lead Cadillacs were launched skyward by the mines, flipping end over end like toys in a tornado before crashing back to earth in a mangled heap of twisted metal and shattered glass. The deafening explosion sent twin fireballs roaring into the night, illuminating the desolate highway in a hellish glow. The truck driver, caught off guard by the sudden carnage, slammed his foot on the brake, the screech of rubber on asphalt piercing the air. Thick white smoke poured from the massive tire...

MTV Chapter 34

With the tasks assigned, Stanfield grabbed his gear and bolted out the door, leaving a tense silence in his wake. Franklin, who hadn’t been given a specific role yet, felt a jolt of panic. 'Is the boss cutting me out?' His heart raced, sweat beading on his brow as he turned to Jason. “Boss, what about me? What’s my job?”

Jason fixed him with a steady, no-nonsense stare. “Same as last time, Franklin. Steal a car.”

His tone was dead serious, eyes boring into Franklin’s...

MTV Chapter 33

The dozen or so crew bosses in the room fell silent, their mouths clamped shut after Wesley’s outburst. They were pissed, but they weren’t stupid. Wesley was new blood, a pencil-pusher who hadn’t earned their respect, and they’d push back on him any chance they got. But defying Kingpin? That was a death sentence. These were hardened veterans of the underworld, men who’d seen what happened to those who crossed Fisk. His temper was very well known, his methods brutal—cross him, and ...

MTV Chapter 32

The sun had barely risen, casting a dim, gray light through the grimy windows of Jason’s apartment. He and Franklin were already up, sprawled across the worn-out couch, shoveling down a breakfast of greasy bacon, runny fried eggs, and lukewarm milk. The TV blared in front of them, its flickering screen the only source of life in the otherwise dead-quiet room. They were glued to the morning news, hungry for details about last night’s chaos.

On the screen, the news anchor was practica...

MTV Chapter 31

The police moved with lightning speed this time—fucking relentless!

So fast that Madame Gao didn’t even have a chance to scream for help.

The rescue helicopter she’d desperately called for had barely lifted off the ground when the SWAT team smashed through the doors like a goddamn battering ram.

It was crystal clear: this wasn’t just some ragtag crew of cops. No, this was a highly trained, elite special forces unit—ruthless, precise, and armed to the teeth.

A...

City Lord Chapter 455

“Huh?” Ayesha blinked, her violet eyes flickering as she snapped out of her reverie. “Master, what did you say?” She asked, her voice tinged with confusion. She’d been lost in thought, consumed by how to erase the slave brand that marred her arm, and hadn’t noticed the conversation around her.

“Are you feeling unwell?” Lucas asked, his brow furrowing with concern. Ayesha’s behavior was strikingly out of character. Normally, the horned girl was the most enthusiastic abo...

MTV Chapter 30

The roar of helicopter blades was drowned out by a sudden barrage of gunfire erupting outside the factory. Gao’s lieutenant, a seasoned gunman, froze, his ears attuned to the chaos. The shots were uniform, disciplined—not the chaotic cacophony of gangbangers with their mismatched arsenals. Only cops or soldiers could fire with such precision.

Before he could react, the factory’s main gate exploded inward, a panicked thug sprinting inside, his voice shrill. “We’re fucked! Cops ...

MTV Chapter 29

Jason rolled his shoulders, wincing slightly but brushing it off. “I’ve been bleeding and breaking bones since I joined this game. It’s as routine as eating or drinking. This scratch won’t stop me from gutting that old hag.”

Stan nodded, respecting his resolve. “Alright, boss. I’ll set it up.” He headed for the door but paused, glancing back. “Oh, and this place is a DEA safehouse. You’re good here. As long as this idiot—” He jerked a thumb at Franklin—“Doesn...

MTV Chapter 28

Jason’s body ached, the blood loss from the fight leaving him drained. He slumped onto the living room couch, snatching a newspaper to drape over his face as he closed his eyes, willing his body to recover. The faint hum of Beethoven’s piano drifted from Stan’s phone, but he quickly silenced it, glancing at Jason to avoid disturbing him.

Franklin, still bristling from Stan’s presence, sidled up, keeping his voice low. “Yo, welcome to the crew. I know you’re some big-shot DEA...

MTV Chapter 27

Madame Gao slammed the phone down, her face a mask of cold fury, cheeks flushed with rage. A twenty-something punk had the gall to speak to her like that? Unacceptable.

Across from her, Kingpin watched with a smug grin, savoring every second of her humiliation. 'Serves you right, you old witch,' he thought. Jason had done him a favor, knocking Gao down a peg. It felt like every cell in his body was singing.

Gao’s composure returned quickly, her expression smoothing into icy calm...

MTV Chapter 26

Franklin burst into the living room, still buzzing from their score. “Boss, today’s worth celebratin’. I’m headin’ out to grab some booze.”

Jason grinned, waving him off. “Hell yeah, it is.”

He got Franklin’s excitement. Years ago, Jason had felt the same rush after knocking over a convenience store for a measly $10,000. That night, he hadn’t slept a wink, high on the thrill. As Franklin left, Jason sank deeper into the couch, pulling up the system interface to...

MTV Chapter 25

Newark Airport buzzed with the usual chaos, but a sleek line of black Cadillacs parked curbside drew eyes like a magnet. A dozen black-clad bodyguards stood watch, their steely glares and hulking frames screaming stay away. To the curious onlookers craning their necks, this kind of spectacle screamed money or fame—some billionaire or A-list celebrity, no doubt.

Murmurs rippled through the crowd as the terminal’s exit erupted with activity. A pack of burly men in dark suits emerged, ...

MTV Chapter 24

Jason roared up to the docks on the stolen Harley, the engine’s rumble fading as he killed the ignition. Franklin was already there, pacing beside the truck, his face tight with worry. He rushed over as Jason dismounted. “Boss, are you good?”

Jason spread his arms, spinning in a slow circle, his grin sharp. “What do you think?”

Franklin exhaled, relief washing over him, but guilt quickly followed. “Man, I’m sorry. That GPS screw-up was on me. I was so amped from… y...

MTV Chapter 23

Jason hesitated, his jaw tight, before countering, “$1.5 million. That’s my floor.”

“Too steep,” Morgan shot back. “$1.1 million. I’ve got a family, man. If the Speed Freaks trace this back to me, I’m done for—they’ll wipe us out.”

“$1.4 million,” Jason growled. “My absolute lowest.”

“$1.2 million,” Morgan pleaded, his voice tinged with mock desperation. “C’mon, you’re putting me up against every gang in New York. I’d need ten lives ...

MTV Chapter 22

The heavy truck, loaded with 52 high-end motorcycles, thundered down the suburban highway at 100 km/h, its engine a low, relentless growl. Trailing far behind, a sleek Honda S2000 kept pace, its headlights slicing through the darkness, staying just out of sight.

[Ding! Mission Triggered: [Speed Heist]. Reward: 1000 Villain Points.]

[Mission Brief: As a true villain, you can’t let this opportunity slip. Eliminate the Speed Freaks and seize their hard-stolen motorcycles.]

Fr...

MTV Chapter 21

Jason’s tone was dead serious, and Wesley could feel the weight of it through the phone. His voice trembled with unease. “What the hell are you planning? I’m warning you, I won’t spill a damn thing about Kingpin! Do whatever you want with that video and recording!”

Jason chuckled, the sound low and menacing. “I’m jealous, Wesley. Kingpin’s got himself a loyal lapdog. But relax—I’m not coming for him yet. What I need is intel on the Speed Freaks.”

“The Speed...

MTV Chapter 20

The night deepened, and the club’s dance floor swelled with a growing throng of men and women, their bodies pressed close in a haze of sweat, liquor, and pulsing music. Jason lounged in his chair, his body relaxed but his mind sharp, a faint flush coloring his cheeks from the steady stream of Scotch whisky he’d been nursing. The bottle on the table was nearly empty, its amber contents reduced to a thin layer at the bottom. His eyes, half-lidded and glassy, betrayed the alcohol’s influen...

MTV Chapter 19

The cab driver’s goodwill toward the police was nonexistent, a big fat zero. He unleashed a tirade, his voice thick with frustration, calling them incompetent fools who couldn’t catch a real criminal if their lives depended on it. All they did was harass honest folks, clogging up the streets and making life harder for everyone. His words dripped with venom, each curse a testament to his disdain for the badge.

The police checkpoint was a slow, agonizing crawl. The taxi sat motionless...

MTV Chapter 18

Jason’s blood ran cold as he processed the news. Kingpin had already slapped a $3 million bounty on his head, and now the Department of Justice had upped the ante with a staggering $10 million reward. A combined $13 million was an astronomical sum, enough to make every lowlife, hitman, and trigger-happy thug in New York salivate. The city’s underbelly would be crawling with killers, their eyes gleaming with greed, ready to risk everything for a shot at his head. He’d have to watch his b...

MTV Chapter 17

Jason slammed a fresh magazine into his pistol, his fingers steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Gripping the weapon with both hands, he moved with predatory caution, circling around to the front of the building, his senses razor-sharp, ready for any threat that might emerge from the shadows.

He didn’t recognize the man with the single-strap backpack slung over one shoulder, but the other figure… that face was unmistakable.

“Wouldn’t the entire New Yor...

MTV Chapter 16

Paul’s Ford rolled to a stop outside the Russian mafia’s warehouse, its tires crunching on the gravel-strewn pavement. The night was thick, the air heavy with the acrid tang of industrial decay and the faint spice of Hell’s Kitchen’s distant restaurants. Two Russian enforcers stood guard at the entrance, their automatic rifles gleaming under the sodium glow of a flickering streetlight. Their eyes locked onto Paul, cold and predatory, as he stepped out of the car, hands raised in a ges...

MTV Chapter 15

The scene crackled with tension as Paul ended the call with Vladimir, a quiet exhale escaping his lips. The Russian had taken the bait, hook, line, and sinker. Now, it was just a matter of waiting for Morgan to deliver the C4, the final piece of his brutal plan. The alley behind the Chinese restaurant was cloaked in shadow, the air thick with the stench of rotting garbage and soy sauce, the distant hum of Hell’s Kitchen a faint pulse under the starless sky.

Ten minutes dragged by, eac...

MTV Chapter 14

Ding! 

The oven’s sharp chime cut through the tense silence, the rich aroma of melted cheese and spiced beef wafting from the kitchen. Jason opened the oven door, the heat washing over his face as he pulled out the sizzling pizza, its crust golden and crisp. “Pizza’s ready,” He said, his voice calm but edged with menace. “While I eat, go say goodbye to Lisa and the kids. And put on that Armani suit.”

Paul’s head snapped up, his tear-streaked face etched with sur...

MTV Chapter 13

Paul’s face twisted with a feral intensity as he poised his thumb over the phone’s send button, the screen’s glow casting harsh shadows across his features. The message was a death sentence, a betrayal typed out in cold, stark letters. Before he could press it, a cold, unyielding pressure pressed against the back of his skull—the suppressed barrel of Jason’s Glock 20, loaded with a 10mm round capable of shattering bone like glass. The air in the small apartment grew heavy, the faint...