On the rooftop of a high-rise building, Jason sat on the edge, worried that Harley and David might screw up. He kept watching the distant slums through his binoculars.
Why aren't they out yet? The wind up here is so strong, my skin's getting all dried out.
Just as Jason was grumbling to himself, Harley's voice crackled through his earpiece.
"Honey, I've got a surprise for you! Quick, check your account and see if an extra 1.2 billion dollars has appeared."
1.2 billion dollars! He thought. Tonight's operation was really fucking profitable.
Jason was secretly astounded. He opened the system's light screen.
[Ding! Accomplice 'David' has killed 17 gang members, obtaining 1700 Villain Points. Current Progress: 12170/17000]
[Points: 9850]
[Rechargeable Points: 120000]
The 120,000 points were the equivalent of 1.2 billion dollars.
"Recharge!"
[Ding! Recharge successful! Remaining Points: 129850]
Guzman had indeed frozen the funds, but in the face of the powerful system, such petty tricks were completely useless.
Jason pressed the talk button on his comms. "The money's in. I've already taken it out."
Hearing this, a mysterious smile spread across Harley's face. She had guessed right. Jason's 'money-stealing' skill could bypass any banking system restrictions, which was why she had agreed to Guzman's terms.
After ending the call, Harley gave David an 'OK' sign. He nodded, understanding completely.
Guzman breathed a sigh of relief. "Since the funds have arrived, I'll just..."
Before he could finish his sentence, David strode forward, grabbed the back of Guzman's collar, and yanked him from his chair onto the floor.
"You! What are you doing!" Guzman yelled, shocked and furious from the fall.
Harley laughed. "You weren't naive enough to think you could get away with killing a member of the Joker Organization, were you? This morning, you threw him in a cage to feed to the dogs. Now you get to experience what it feels like to be eaten alive by them."
"You... Are you insane?" Guzman stammered in a panic. "Kill me, and you'll never get that money!"
"Hahaha!!" Harley threw her head back and let out a wild laugh. "Sorry to disappoint you, but the money has already been taken out."
The color drained from Guzman's face. "Impossible! That money should have been frozen the instant it hit the account!"
Following the sound of barking, Harley pushed open a door. "Who do you think you're dealing with? A petty trick like that is child's play for him."
With that, Harley lifted a steel grate and looked down. Below, four vicious dogs were drooling, waiting for their next meal to be served.
David dragged the desperately struggling Guzman to the edge of the opening.
With a heave, he threw Guzman's bloated body into the air. It traced an arc before plummeting into the pit. Harley and David left the room. Behind them, they could hear Guzman's bloodcurdling screams, mixed with the sounds of tearing flesh and chewing jaws.
..............
"They're finally out."
Through his binoculars, Jason saw Harley and David emerge from the building and quickly leave the slum.
Jason stood up, patting his numb ass.
He took a leap off the roof, manipulating energy to float slowly down into a nearby alley.
After a five-minute wait, the pair finally arrived and got in the car. Jason started the engine and gently pressed the accelerator, easing the car out of the alley.
............
Several kilometers away, a helicopter tailed them from the sky.
The pilot adjusted the controls, locking onto Jason's car. "Director, I have a target lock. Should I share the coordinates and call in the Raptors to destroy it?"
Nick Fury, sitting in the back, said calmly, "This road is full of cars and pedestrians. If you want me to end up in a court-martial, then by all means, tell the F-22s to open fire."
Laughter echoed in the cockpit. "Maybe that's exactly what he's hoping for."
The pilot chuckled and pulled the helicopter higher, continuing to track them from a distance.
About ten minutes later, the car turned onto a small suburban road in Queens.
Using the onboard thermal night vision, the pilot confirmed there were no other cars or pedestrians within a five-hundred-meter radius. He reported immediately, "Director, the target area is clear!"
Nick Fury, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened his one good eye. "Take them out."
The pilot acknowledged loudly and immediately contacted the two Raptor jets cruising several thousand meters above.
"Whiplash One, Whiplash Two, target confirmed. Engage immediately!"
"One copy!"
"Two copy!"
Seconds later, a deafening roar filled the cockpit as the two Raptors descended from above.
"Whiplash One, target locked!"
"Whiplash Two, target locked!"
The helicopter pilot said, "Blow them sky-high!"
The words had barely left his mouth when the two fighter pilots decisively hit their launch buttons.
FWOOSH!
Instantly, two AIM-9 Sidewinder missiles shot forth, carving thick trails of white smoke across the black sky.
The Sidewinders traveled at Mach 2.5. In just a few seconds, both missiles slammed into the speeding car with pinpoint accuracy.
BOOM!!!
Two massive fireballs erupted on the dark suburban road, followed by a deafening explosion that ripped through the night!
The unfortunate car, hit by two missiles, was instantly obliterated into countless fragments.
"Confirm target hit. Whiplash One and Two, returning to base."
"Good work," The helicopter pilot said.
Staring down at the raging inferno, Nick Fury's brow furrowed.
The most vicious wanted criminal in American history... taken out just like that?
Somehow, he felt it had all been too easy. So easy it made him doubt everything.
Nick Fury ordered, "Put out the fire! Take us down!"
"Yes, Director!"
The pilot hit a button, launching a fire-suppressant canister from an external pylon.
The canister exploded above the blaze, releasing a sky full of thick, white foam that descended like a giant net, smothering the flames.
The raging fire diminished instantly. The pilot fired two more canisters, putting the fire out completely.
The pilot maneuvered the helicopter to land a hundred meters from the blast site.
The cabin door slid open, and a spec-ops team jumped out, immediately forming a defensive perimeter around the chopper.
Nick Fury, accompanied by Coulson, disembarked and walked to the blast site, protected by the spec-ops team.
The air was thick with the smell of cordite. The ground was littered with twisted car parts and covered in white foam.
Nick Fury ordered, "Find the bodies of the three targets. Notify the New York field office to run forensics immediately."
"Yes, sir!" The team immediately began searching for the bodies.
Coulson stood to one side and asked curiously, "Director, no one could survive a direct hit from two Sidewinder missiles, not even Jason. But you still seem to have your doubts."
Nick Fury replied, "I don't trust speculation. I only trust what I see with my own eye."
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