Villain in MCU- CH-91. Jason Returns! Prisoners Riot!

Six hours later, the business jet landed safely and smoothly at Newark Airport.

Through the glass window, the New York sky was gradually darkening.

There was a three-hour time difference between Los Angeles and New York, and it was already past six in the evening in New York.

The security guard pushed open the cabin door, and a group of people walked down the gangway carrying their luggage.

Three ordinary family cars were parked not far away, with Franklin and his two men standing there waiting.

Seeing Jason slowly walking down, Franklin's face lit up with joy. He quickly walked up to him and gave him a big hug.

"Boss! Welcome home!"

Jason was not used to hugs between men. He gently broke away, patted Franklin on the shoulder, and said, "Thank you and John for your hard work during this period."

Franklin shook his head and said, "It's not hard work, but it's a bit boring staying at the ranch. If you have any missions next time, remember to take me with you."

Jason smiled and nodded, then turned to introduce the new member of the organization to Franklin.

After some introductions and pleasantries, the seven people got into the three cars and drove toward the ranch in Manhattan Valley.

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On the suburban road, Franklin's excitement had not yet died down.

He kept talking and, from time to time, turned his head to look at Jason, who was lying in the passenger seat with his eyes closed.

"Boss, I saw the news a few days ago. Your superpowers are simply..."

Franklin had a conflicted expression and couldn't find the right adjective for a moment.

"They're just... so cool!"

Jason opened his eyes and said, "Don't worry. As long as you follow me and work hard, you can have these superpowers."

Franklin was stunned, then turned around and asked excitedly, "Really? An ordinary person like me can also have superpowers? Boss, you're not lying to me, right?"

"Of course. Wasn't I just an ordinary person before?" Jason spread his hands.

"Okay, let's talk about this later. Tell me what's going on at the ranch. Are those prisoners causing trouble?"

Franklin put away his smile and nodded seriously, "Yes, Boss. While you were away, John and I struggled with management, and after a while, people started losing discipline."

"Besides, those prisoners were elites in their respective industries before they were imprisoned. They are all proud and arrogant. How could they be willing to be inferior to others?"

"Many of these people already want to leave the organization and go out on their own, or form small groups of three or five."

"If we hadn't guarded them strictly and they weren't afraid of John's shooting skills, more than half of them might have left the ranch."

After listening to his story, Jason snorted coldly and said, "You haven't even grown your wings yet, and you still want to fly solo."

After saying that, he changed his lying position and closed his eyes again.

Seeing this, Franklin didn't dare to disturb him anymore.

As the member of the organization who has followed Jason the longest, he knows Jason best of all.

The boss is in a bad mood and might want to kill someone.

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Manhattan Ranch, the deepest single-family luxury villa.

After this period of renovation, the villa's floor area is more than twice as large as before.

The Nordic minimalist decoration style has also been transformed into Jason's favorite luxurious style. When you walk into the villa, you can see magnificent designs everywhere.

In the spacious restaurant, there is an oval wooden dining table that can accommodate more than twenty people.

In the middle area, several colorful handmade lamps hang from the ceiling.

At the edge of the area, there are sumptuous wines and dishes, as well as gold-inlaid bowls, plates, knives, and forks.

Robert and his wife were naturally horrified to learn that Jason had returned safely.

In order to curry favor with him, the couple worked hard for two or three days and finally prepared a table of sumptuous and delicious dishes to welcome Jason.

At this moment, the couple was in the kitchen doing the final steps, with John helping them.

Robert and his wife refused several times, but John still insisted on his own way.

Since persuasion failed, the couple just let him be.

All they could say was that John Wick was the most approachable killer they had ever seen in their lives.

"John, get out of here!"

A rough roar was heard outside the villa.

John frowned and stopped what he was doing.

Mrs. Robert took the cleaned plate from him and looked at him with some distress, "Go, you are not needed here."

John wiped his hands with a white towel and nodded politely, "Sorry."

He put on a bulletproof suit, took out two Glock pistols from his waist, and loaded the bullets with a "click."

John gently pulled the slide back, made sure the bullet was successfully chambered, put the pistol into the belt around his waist, pushed the door open, and walked out.

A few meters away from the villa stood dozens of prisoners rescued from Long Island Prison.

Scanning the expressions on their faces, some showed dissatisfaction, anger, mockery, or contempt.

These were the people clamoring to go solo.

A little further away, there were more people standing.

But their purpose for coming here was different from these rebels. They were merely here to watch the fun. It didn't matter to them who won or lost.

John sighed weakly, "What happened now?"

A two-meter-tall white man with a skull tattoo on his neck stepped forward, pointing at him, "John! You said before that Jason would be back in two days, but now it's the third day! Why hasn't Jason come back yet?"

John frowned and said, "Before I answer your question, I want to correct you. You cannot address the leader of an organization by his name. You should address him respectfully as Boss or Mr. Walter."

Hearing this, the sturdy man and the people behind him all grinned with disdain.

The sturdy man challenged him, "I can call him whatever I want, even 'puppy dog,' if I feel like it."

John was burning with anger, but he suppressed it and said in his usual calm voice, "According to the schedule, the boss should be getting off the plane now. Newark Airport is at most an hour's drive from the ranch."

The strong man obviously didn't believe John's explanation.

Come to think of it, if the same trick is repeated three times, how many fools would still believe it?

He waved his hand dismissively, "I don't care! Whether he comes back or not, my friends and I must leave the ranch today."

He had said this to John many times, and John had always given him the same answer.

"If you want to quit the organization, you must wait for the boss to come back. Only with his approval can you leave."

"My feet are my own, and no one can control me."

As soon as he finished speaking, John pulled out a pistol and pointed it at his head.

"I said that you can only leave the ranch with the boss's permission."

John's voice suddenly rose a little, but the sturdy man's eyes showed no fear.

"Heh… heh…"

The group of prisoners behind the burly man smiled sinisterly, taking out weapons they had smuggled from the prison, pointing them at John's head.

The sturdy man looked at his companions behind him, then at John, and sneered, "John, I know you're a killer and a sharpshooter, but we are not useless."

"I have more than a dozen brothers behind me. How many can you kill? Two? Three? Five? The moment you fire, the others will turn you into a sieve."

Even with more than a dozen guns pointed at his head, John remained expressionless and even felt like laughing.

These prisoners were once kings of their respective industries, but after being locked up for years, they had lost touch with the outside world.

Technology had advanced, times had changed. As kings of the last century, they didn't know that something called a bulletproof suit existed.

The sturdy man thought John was intimidated and said proudly, "Don't be afraid. I don't want to be your enemy, nor Jason's. I just want some money to leave from here and find my own way. Give me the money, and we can part peacefully."

John sighed softly and said in a calm tone, "I'll say it one last time. Either wait for the boss to come back or die now."

The sturdy man was stunned.

Was this guy not afraid of death?

He said with a ferocious look, "Since there's no room for negotiation, I'll kill you first and then take Jason's money."

John clenched his guns and replied calmly, "Then you can try."

Just as the two sides were about to erupt, dazzling headlights lit up behind them.

At the same time, the sound of tires rolling over gravel reached their ears.

Everyone turned to look, only to see three cars driving steadily toward the villa.

John put away his gun, a smile appearing on his face.

Right on time.

He shouted at the burly man, "Hey! You want to quit the organization, right? The boss is back. If you have the guts, go talk to him yourself."

Jason stepped out of the car, his cold eyes devoid of emotion.

Behind him, Franklin, Harley Quinn, Christine, David, and others emerged, armed and smirking.

Jason's voice was ice-cold, "I heard you want to quit the Midnight Organization?"

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