The screening hall was pitch black, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
On the screen, a brutal, fist-to-flesh action film was playing. Coupled with the surround-sound stereo, it made all the audience members' palms sweat and their adrenaline surge.
The film's god-tier editing had all the viewers, including Jason, completely captivated by the intense fight scenes.
He sat in an empty seat and watched for a full five minutes, only remembering his mission after a short action sequence ended.
Jason stood up and walked toward the front row, his mind still replaying the scene he just watched.
This movie's pretty damn good. Bare-knuckle, fist-to-flesh, the impact feels so satisfying. Totally my style. I'll have to buy a ticket when it's officially released.
The audience was engrossed in the movie when, suddenly, a dark silhouette appeared in front of the screen.
"Shit! Who the hell is that?"
"I don't know, probably theater staff."
"Hey, move aside, you're blocking the screen!"
Jason pretended not to hear the complaints, walking slowly from the end of the front row, carefully scanning the audience's faces.
When he reached the middle of the front row, he finally found his target—Pepper Potts.
Their eyes met. Pepper's expression slowly twisted in terror.
Jason smiled, extending his hand like a gentleman. "Ms. Potts, a pleasure to meet you. Might I borrow a moment of your time?"
Before Pepper could speak, the director sitting next to her shot up angrily. "Who the hell are you? Who let you in? Get the fuck out!"
Jason slowly turned his head, his smile now holding a sinister chill.
Seeing Jason's face clearly, the director's expression instantly froze.
"Ja... Jason... urk!!!"
After staring blankly for a few seconds, the director's body convulsed. He clutched his heart and collapsed to the floor.
Jason: '…'
"AHHHHHH!!!!!"
A chorus of screams erupted in the theater. Everyone scrambled frantically for the exits, running so fast they didn't even dare to stop for dropped high heels or handbags.
Pepper tried to escape in the chaos.
Jason grabbed her arm, bent down, and hoisted her onto his shoulder.
Pepper flailed her limbs, struggling hard. "Put me down!! Put me down!!"
Jason leaned his head toward her dress, took a deep breath, and said faintly, "Mmm... smells nice. Did Tony pick out that perfume for you?"
Hearing Tony's name, Pepper immediately stopped struggling. "You... you're kidnapping me to get revenge on Tony?"
Jason replied, "No, you're underestimating me. I am kidnapping you to lure Tony into a trap."
"Lure him into a trap?" Pepper said. "You want Tony to blast another hole in your chest?"
Jason snorted coldly. "Pissing me off won't end well for you. If you dare say one more word on the way, I'll put a few holes in you myself. Let's just hope Tony isn't too disgusted with you when he arrives."
Hearing this, Pepper was terrified and quickly shut her mouth.
She didn't know if Jason meant "holes" literally or in a much more depraved sense, but either way, it was an outcome she couldn't accept.
The only thing she could do now was obey Jason's commands and wait for Tony to rescue her.
Once the screening hall was empty, Jason strode out the theater's main entrance.
The street outside the theater was still completely empty.
Even though Jason had wasted a good bit of time, there was sign of the police or the military.
"Hmph, a bunch of cowards."
Gathering energy in his feet, Jason shot straight into the sky with Pepper, flying toward the Hollywood Hills.
The theater was very close to the Hollywood Hills, less than 2,000 meters as the crow flies. Jason had barely taken off before he was already preparing to land.
He landed, put Pepper down, and Chloe walked over. "Sir, all members are in position. I've jacked into Obadiah's servers. The nationwide live broadcast can begin."
Jason nodded, looked around for a few seconds, and praised her, "Chloe, you found a great spot for the broadcast. This angle perfectly captures the iconic Hollywood sign."
Chloe nodded, a happy expression on her face.
Jason straightened his clothes and cleared his throat. "You can start."
"Yes!"
With that, Chloe's pupils switched from camouflage mode to camera mode, and she began transmitting the live video feed to every social network in America.
*
At 3:40 PM, on the desktop of every computer user in America, a live video feed forcibly popped up.
In the center of the video feed stood a woman in a blue evening gown, with the world-famous Hollywood Hills in the background.
The woman was about thirty years old, average-looking, standing motionless, and visibly terrified.
A woman, outdoors!
Unknowing viewers immediately got excited, grabbing a box of tissues.
Could this be some new gimmick from a porn site? Ditching prerecorded porn clips to try live streaming instead?
Just as they were getting hard and ready to jerk off, a man slowly walked into the center of the frame.
Those who had dirty thoughts were so scared their hardon went soft.
Jason!
Why is it that demon!
Did my computer get hit with the Joker virus?!
Jason cleared his throat and said loudly, "Good afternoon, viewers. I'm sure you've all seen the news that's been everywhere for the past few days."
"Many media outlets have been wildly reporting that I got my ass kicked by Tony Stark, aka Iron Man, and that he blasted a giant hole in my chest."
"Heh, that is the most pathetic joke I've heard all year."
As he spoke, Jason ripped off his jacket, revealing his well-developed pecs and abs.
"Open your eyes and look closely. Do you see a fucking hole in my chest?!"
The viewers all widened their eyes, leaning closer to their computer screens.
But no matter how they looked, all they could see were Jason's muscles, which put bodybuilders to shame.
Forget a giant hole; there wasn't even a tiny scar.
Current technology can only alter photos. There's no way to fake a video, let alone a live broadcast.
In other words, either this was a fake Jason, or the news from a few days ago was fake.
After a moment's thought, the latter was clearly more probable. After all, they had a history of it.
Bah! CNN fake news!
Jason paused, then continued, "My fight with Iron Man isn't over. So today, I'm inviting him to a rematch."
"And to prevent Iron Man from chickening out, I had to... invite... his lovely little secretary."
Jason walked over and slung his arm around Pepper's shoulder, pressing their faces intimately together.
"Let go!!!"
Pepper's face turned ashen with rage, and she began to struggle hard, but her small limbs were no match for Jason.
Those viewers with dirty thoughts started getting excited again.
America's most-wanted is just built differently. Even his revenge is on another level. Cuckolding Iron Man on a live broadcast to the entire nation... that idea is just fucking explosive!
Unfortunately for them, Jason had no interest in this average-looking woman.
He snorted and released his arm.
Just as the audience felt a pang of disappointment and Pepper breathed a sigh of relief...
Jason suddenly moved, grabbing Pepper's evening gown and ripping it to shreds.
RRRIIIP!!!
With a sharp tearing sound, Pepper's underwear and large expanses of her skin were exposed to the entire American audience.
"OH!!!!!"
Those perverts instantly got so excited they almost came.
Jason, holding the torn fragment of the dress, stepped closer to the camera. "Tony, I'm getting impatient. Hurry up and find me."
"I'm starting a timer. Every minute that passes, I'm going to rip off another piece of Pepper's clothing."
"If you don't want the entire nation to enjoy the view of her body, you'd better hurry!"
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