Villain in MCU- CH-101. S.H.I.E.L.D. Triskelion Building!

David was a skilled and bold man. He tentatively revealed a small flaw, then quickly retracted it. The next second, a barrage of bullets struck the spot where he had just been.

'Oh no, someone's watching me!' David's expression turned serious. From the gunfire, it was clear that several nearby buildings had been occupied by gangsters. But instead of rushing down, they were lying in ambush at the windows and rooftops, keeping a close eye on the two men's cover.

"David, what do we do now?" Harley's voice came through the invisible headset.

Although both of them had level 10 firearms proficiency, Harley was far inferior to David in terms of physical fitness, combat experience, and emergency response.

If they were at a shooting range, firing at stationary or moving targets, the difference might not be obvious. But in a life-or-death situation like this, David's years of experience as a mercenary gave him a clear advantage.

David frowned as he analyzed the situation.

All the gangsters were hiding inside the buildings, which meant staying outside in the open would make them easy targets. They needed to find a way to infiltrate the buildings and engage the gangsters in close-quarters combat.

David opened the black bag and pulled out two smoke bombs. Harley immediately understood his plan and took out two smoke bombs of her own, tossing them outside their cover.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

A few gunshots rang out, breaking the silence.

Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!

The smoke bombs spewed thick white smoke, completely obscuring the area around their cover and the surrounding roads. David didn't act rashly. Instead, he grabbed a few stones and threw them onto the ground.

Clink! Clink!

With their vision blocked, the Mexican gangsters—who had only received a few hours of training—were suddenly at a loss.

This scenario was beyond their training.

Hearing movement from the cover, they assumed the two were about to emerge. Without thinking, they opened fire, spraying bullets wildly at the bunkers on both sides. The magazines emptied, and the intense gunfire abruptly stopped.

At that moment, Harley and David quickly climbed out of their cover, donned thermal imaging goggles, and moved into the smoke.

In the thick fog, they each entered a building. The gangsters by the windows had just reloaded when gunfire erupted from the corridors.

"Not good!"

"Enemies have infiltrated!"

"Take cover! Kill them!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The corridors were pitch black, with only a dozen flashlights providing dim illumination for the gangsters. In contrast, Harley and David's backpacks were filled not only with weapons and ammunition but also advanced black-tech gear.

The gap in shooting skills was already significant, and the gangsters' equipment was decades behind. Harley and David moved through the buildings like tigers among sheep, unleashing a one-sided massacre.

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Washington, D.C.

In the Potomac River, there is a small island called Haines. The island is heavily guarded, and access is strictly prohibited to the public. But from the shore, one can clearly see a magnificent multi-story building standing on the island.

This is the headquarters of S.H.I.E.L.D.—the Triskelion Building.

It was late at night, but the building was still brightly lit. Tens of thousands of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were hard at work, collecting and analyzing intelligence from around the world and responding to countless dangerous incidents.

Director's Office.

Nick Fury sat at his desk, signing important documents.

Knock!

A knock sounded at the door.

Without looking up from the mountain of paperwork, he said, "Come in!"

Phil Coulson entered, his tone excited, "Chief, the secret line reports that two of Jason's associates have appeared in the slums and are engaged in a firefight with the Mexican gang."

Nick Fury paused and looked up, "Where's Jason?"

Coulson hesitated, "Jason wasn't spotted. Maybe... he didn't come."

Nick Fury's expression remained neutral, "Who are the two engaging the Mexican gang?"

Coulson spread out the documents, "One is David, a former mercenary with three years of experience in the Middle East. He's an excellent marksman. The other is Harleen Quinzel, a former special expert at Long Island Prison in New York. She's the one who helped Jason escape."

"It's them…"

Nick Fury closed his pen and frowned slightly.

How could two ordinary people—without superpowers—dare to infiltrate the heavily fortified headquarters of the Mexican gang? Jason's confidence seemed excessive, especially with someone like Harleen Quinzel involved.

Based on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s psychological and behavioral analysis of Jason, they had concluded that Jason and Harleen were in a relationship. Given Jason's personality, he would never let his girlfriend take such risks alone.

Nick Fury thought for a moment, then analyzed, "Those two are likely using live targets for advanced combat training. To ensure Harleen's safety, Jason is probably hiding nearby."

Coulson asked, "What if Jason is bold enough to send them on a mission alone?"

Nick Fury replied calmly, "Then we'll just kill them both." He picked up the phone on his desk and dialed the Air Force base.

"The Midnight organization has been spotted. Dispatch two F-22 fighter jets immediately!"

After hanging up, Nick Fury stood, checked his equipment, and headed to the outdoor helipad with Coulson. A fully armed special operations team was already on standby. Once Nick Fury and Coulson were seated, the helicopter took off, heading for New York.

The distance between the two locations was over 400 kilometers, but a S.H.I.E.L.D. helicopter could cover it in just 30 minutes.

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Queens, New York.

The gunfight in the slum lasted about 20 minutes. Harley and David had entered and exited seven buildings, killing nearly 300 gangsters.

The corridors were littered with bodies, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood. David and Harley, covered in blood, leaned against a wall to catch their breath.

The intense battle had left them exhausted. Their backpacks were empty, their bulletproof vests shredded, and both were bruised—though no vital areas had been hit.

Harley pressed the button on her intercom and said breathlessly, "Honey, we did it. The Mexican gang's gunmen have been dealt with."

On the rooftop of a nearby building, Jason sat on the edge, enjoying the cool breeze. Before his eyes, a transparent light screen flashed.

[Ding! Accomplice 'Harley Quinn' killed 137 gangsters, earning 13,700 villain points. Current progress: 26,570/15,000]

[Ding! Congratulations, host has reached level 16 and gained 10 attribute points. Current progress: 11,570/16,000]

[Ding! Accomplice 'David' killed 159 gangsters, earning 15,900 villain points. Current progress: 27,470/16,000]

[Ding! Congratulations, host has reached level 17 and gained 10 attribute points. Current progress: 11,470/17,000]

[Level: 17 (11,470/17,000)]

[Strength: 73 → 73]

[Agility: 60 → 60]

[Endurance: 60 → 60]

[Intelligence: 60 → 60]

[Remaining attribute points: 30]

[Reputation: 86,440 → 90,234]

[Accomplices: David, Christine... (Reputation required for next recruitment: 100,000)]

[Points: 6,250]

[Rechargeable points: 0]

[Abilities: Combat Mastery (Level 10), Driving Mastery (Level 3), Firearms Mastery (Level 10), Cold Weapon Mastery (Level 2), Superpower 'Energy Absorption' (Level 1)]

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Jason smiled with satisfaction. "I saw it all. You did great."

Harley asked, "We're at the door of Gust's office now. We've cornered this old dog. What do you want to do with him?"

Jason thought for a moment, "Since he's an old dog, let him keep the dogs company."

Harley understood immediately, "Got it. You can start the car. We'll be back soon."

With that, the two picked up guns from the ground and headed for the top floor.

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In the Office.

The last dozen or so gunmen from the Mexican gang were nervously aiming their automatic rifles at the door. Gust, the gang leader, sat at his desk, frantically calling the mayor. His earlier calm had completely vanished.

But no matter how many times he called, no one answered.

"Damn it! Damn Americans!" Gust slammed the phone to the ground in a fit of rage.

Crash!

The phone shattered. At that moment, the office door was kicked open. The already tense gunmen panicked and opened fire instinctively.

"Ah!!!! Go to hell!!!"

They screamed, unleashing their fear through a hail of bullets.

The figure at the door vanished and the next second, the wall behind the door was riddled with bullet holes, chunks of plaster falling to the floor.

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