Villain in MCU- CH-80. Identity Exposed! Target Vault!

The loud sounds of C4 explosions and RPG rockets traveled far across the dark, quiet night, reaching the western district.

"Holy crap! Was that an explosion?"

"It seems so!"

"Could Jason be trying to divert attention?"

Just as the onlookers were confused, plainclothes soldiers lurking in the crowd and on the streets received a notice and rushed to banks in the other three districts.

Military orders are as heavy as mountains and cannot be delayed.

The soldiers hurried to the military vehicles disguised as ordinary vehicles parked on the side of the road, then stepped on the accelerator and sped toward their destination.

As soon as the soldiers left, the crowd became noticeably smaller.

No matter how dull and slow-witted the onlookers were, they all understood that the people standing next to them just now were actually plainclothes police.

First, there was an explosion. Then the soldiers evacuated, and Jason's statement of attacking other banks by making a feint to the east and attacking in the west seemed to be confirmed.

Just as the crowd was talking about it, the female host quickly came out to save the situation.

"We just received the latest news that three waves of robbers attacked three banks in Los Angeles. The police suspect that it was Jason's men who did it."

"It turns out that Jason is not a fool. He knows that Stark Bank is a dangerous place, so he backed down out of fear. In my opinion, this challenge has come to an end. Mr. Stark wins!"

Three hundred Iron Warriors were lying in ambush in Stark Bank, waiting for Jason to appear.

At this moment, the intercom of the Iron Armor suddenly rang, and the voice of the security director came through.

"The situation has changed. Jason has appeared somewhere else in Los Angeles. Mr. Stark ordered us to go for support. Teams one, two, three, and four should hurry to the underground parking lot and join up with the military. Teams five and six should continue to guard the vault to prevent Jason from taking advantage of the situation and breaking in."

Jason sneered. It seemed that Christine and the others' actions were going smoothly.

The security director divided the 300 Iron Warriors into six teams. Teams one and two were responsible for defending the bank's main entrance, teams three and four were responsible for defending the entrance to the bank's underground parking lot, and teams five and six were in ambush near the vault. Jason happened to be in team six.

After receiving the order, four teams of 200 Iron Warriors wearing heavy armor gathered in an open area of the underground parking lot.

A few minutes later, dozens of armored vehicles drove into the parking lot, carrying 200 steel warriors to three robbed banks in Los Angeles.

In the empty underground vault, there were only five or six teams of about 100 people left.

Knowing that Jason had robbed other banks by making a feint to the east, the remaining Iron Warriors thought that Stark Bank was safe and thus became somewhat relaxed in their vigilance.

They huddled in their armor for several hours, feeling hot and bored, so some of them started chatting with each other, while others played a game of guessing people by listening to their voices.

Jason silently calculated the time it would take for the armored vehicle to leave. After about several minutes, he felt it was time to take action.

Jason stood up, left the dark corner, and walked toward the vault.

The metallic collision sound of the armor immediately attracted the attention of others.

"Hey, man. Where you going?"

"You don't want to go to the bathroom?"

"We can't unlock this armor without help, so you'll just have to pee in your pants for now."

The soldiers burst into laughter.

Jason ignored them and continued walking toward the vault.

After a while, someone noticed something was wrong.

"Hey! Stop! That's the vault, you can't go in there."

Hearing this, Jason not only did not slow down but instead ran as fast as he could.

Looking at Jason's fast steps, all the Iron Warriors were dumbfounded.

As former Navy SEALs, their physical fitness, strength, and skills had already reached the limits of ordinary humans. But even so, the 300-pound weight was still a huge burden for them, so they could only stand and walk slowly. If they tried to jog a few hundred meters, they would be exhausted and out of breath.

But the man in front of them was running at the speed of a 100-meter sprint, and the 300-pound weight was nothing to him.

"Stop! Or I'll shoot!"

"Put down your gun! He is our companion!"

"Maybe he wants to see a billion in cash."

Just as the soldiers were arguing, Jason suddenly turned around and pulled the trigger of the heavy machine gun.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Orange-yellow bullet casings were constantly thrown out of the barrel, falling to the ground with a rhythmic clinking sound.

Although Jason's marksmanship was only level 8, he couldn't run and hit the target every time.

However, most of the armor-piercing bullets shot out from the gun barrel accurately hit the most vulnerable neck part of the steel armor.

"Ah!!"

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