"Shit! These stupid missiles are so annoying!"
Faced with a dense missile formation, Jason couldn't just brute-force his way through with his superpower alone. He had no choice but to change direction, flying straight up into the sky.
Without a heat source, the missiles couldn't track him. They all plunged into the river, but because their safeties were still on, they did not explode.
"Jason's coming!"
"Quick! Accelerate and break off!"
These fighter pilots were well-aware of Jason's abilities. They didn't dare to face him head-on. Besides, their mission was just to cover Director Hill's escape.
When Jason flew into the sky, ready for a dogfight, all the jets immediately scattered, flying in different directions.
Jason really wanted to chase them down and finish them, but that was exactly what they wanted. So, although he was slightly annoyed, he continued to chase in the direction the helicopter had fled.
An escort of fighter jets proved that the person in the helicopter must be a VIP.
Immense energy erupted, and his flight speed quickly broke the sound barrier, immediately generating a cloud-like sonic boom.
"Beep! Beep!"
Jason's image appeared on the airborne radar. The pilot exclaimed, "Shit! Jason's flying towards the Director!"
"My God, he's already supersonic! He's going to catch the helicopter!"
"Quick! Fire missiles!"
The jets adjusted their position and fired missiles at the image on the radar.
Unfortunately, the air-to-air missiles couldn't match Jason' speed.
The helicopter's speed was only two or three hundred kilometers per hour. Compared to Jason's speed, it was a turtle's pace. He caught up to it quickly.
.........
Hill sat in the rear cabin, slumping into her seat with a heavy heart.
After this battle, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s reputation would hit rock bottom. The troubles that would follow were going to be a massive headache.
She now deeply missed the days of working under Nick Fury. All problems would vanish under his methods, and all she had to do was her job.
Just as Hill's mind was wandering, a thud, thud, thud sound came from outside.
Her eyes snapped open, and she whipped her head around.
Pressed against the glass window was a face!
"Holy shit!"
Hill screamed in terror, pulling out her pistol and firing at that damned face.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
After a few shots, Jason's face was still there. But the bulletproof glass now had several holes in it from the high-caliber rounds, and the entire pane was covered in a spiderweb of cracks.
Krr-chak!
Jason grabbed the cabin door with one hand and, with a single pull, ripped it clean off.
A massive rush of air flooded in. The helicopter instantly lost balance and began to swing wildly.
Jason took the opportunity to dive into the cabin. Looking at Hill, who was pointing her gun at him warily, he said, "I'd like to say 'nice to meet you,' but I'm sure you've already memorized my file."
Hill didn't reply. Her expression changed from panic to calm.
"Beep! Beep! Beep! Missile inbound!"
Just then, the cabin's warning system blared.
"It's too cramped in here. We can't talk. Let's find another spot!"
He grabbed Hill's arm and jumped out of the helicopter. Hill had no strength to resist.
The missiles screamed in. The helicopter deployed flares, and a fireball exploded in the air.
"My meal has arrived!"
Jason flew closer, greedily absorbing the energy, a satisfied smile on his face.
Hill's eyes were wide as she watched him, as if trying to burn every frame into her mind.
Jason didn't feel any discomfort at being stared at so...hungrily... by a woman.
He looked down at Hill and smiled. "Like the show? I'll show you something even more exciting."
With that, Jason raised his right hand and fired an energy beam, striking the helicopter's rotor.
The rotor blade snapped, and the helicopter, having lost its lift, began to spiral out of control toward the ground.
"No!"
Seeing this, Hill's eyes widened in horror!
Jason snorted. "How was that? Not bad, right?"
"You monster! Go to hell!"
"I don't believe in that crap!"
With that, energy surged from his body as he flew toward the Triskelion headquarters.
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In the time Jason was away, the soldiers off-island had all been withdrawn, and the wide bridge was also full of evacuating vehicles.
By the time Jason flew to the roof with Hill, the building was completely empty.
Looking at the last wave of evacuating vehicles on the bridge, Jason was slightly stunned, then asked curiously, "Don't tell me you were deliberately luring me away just to let these people escape."
Hill took a few steps back, rubbing her reddened arm, and remained silent.
"That's fine, too. The people at the top make a mistake, but the people at the bottom pay the price. That kind of twisted system is unreasonable anyway. As long as I've caught you, the big fish, this trip was worth it. Not to mention, I have all those people as an audience."
Jason looked into the distance. There were several helicopters in the sky, likely media outlets that had caught wind of the situation.
"You caught me. Are you going to take me hostage?" Hill asked.
"Hostage? Heh. The Joker organization doesn't keep useless people."
"Then what do you want?"
"What I'm going to do is simple. That fucker Fury sent people to destroy the Joker's LA branch. As the organization's leader, I must have revenge. S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and S.H.I.E.L.D.'s current Director... you are my revenge!"
Jason finished speaking slowly, then asked with a smirk, "How about it? Scared?"
There was no fear on Hill's face. She said seriously, "The day I joined S.H.I.E.L.D., I was prepared to die at any time."
"Good! Today, your wish will be fulfilled!"
He moved faster than human eyes could track. One second her jacket was intact; the next, the front zipper screamed open under his grip, torn clean to her navel. The eagle stretched wide across her ribs, bra shoved up, breasts spilling free into the cold night air. He didn't rip the jacket off; he left it hanging open like a mockery of her authority.
Hill didn't flinch.
He spun her, slammed her chest-first against the rooftop HVAC unit. The metal was freezing against her bare skin; her nipples hardened instantly. Jason kicked her boots apart until the seams of her tactical pants strained. One brutal yank and the fabric split down the back, exposing her underwear. With a yank he removed her underwear.
Jason pressed the length of his body against her, hard cock already out, dragging slow and deliberate between her thighs.
"Last chance to beg, Director," He purred against her ear.
She turned her head just enough to glare at him over her shoulder, eyes blazing, saying fuck you louder than words ever could.
He laughed, low and filthy, and drove into her in one savage thrust.
"Fuck—" The word tore out of her as he bottomed out, stretching her wide, the burn immediate and overwhelming.
Hill screamed, her body jerking hard against the unit. He wanted to hear every sound she made. He gave her no time, no mercy, just set a punishing rhythm that slammed her hips into the metal edge with every stroke. The eagle on her back flexed and distorted with every brutal snap of his hips.
He fucked her like punishment, like ownership. One hand fisted in her hair, yanking her head back until her spine bowed; the other clamped on her wrists, pinning them higher until her shoulders burned.
"You feel that?" He growled, voice ragged now. "This is what happens when SHIELD fucks with me."
She came hard and sudden, whole body locking, a choked sob tearing out of her throat as she clenched around him. Jason snarled, pace turning feral, riding her through it until she was shaking, oversensitive, tears streaking the dust on her cheeks.
He still didn't stop.
Second orgasm wrecked her. Third broke her voice completely. By the fourth she was limp, held up only by his grip, drool dripping from her mouth, eyes unfocused.
Only then did Jason pull out, spin her, and force her down to her knees on the rough gravel. He came in thick, humiliating stripes across the golden SHIELD eagle on her chest, painting the symbol white.
He left her there kneeling, jacket flapping open, cum cooling on her skin while he tucked himself away.
Jason stood his ground, slowly raising both hands. Energy flooded from his body like a dam breaking, flowing wildly into his palms.
Gathering energy within his body and manipulating it at will—this was a skill that came with his upgraded superpower. With a little more practice, he could create weapons made of pure energy. Jason called it "Ability Styling."
To prevent the explosion from reaching the underground, Jason only used about 80% of his energy.
Energy equivalent to eight tons of TNT gathered in his palm, forming a pale blue sphere half a meter in diameter.
Jason, holding the sphere with one hand, slowly floated into the air.
"Normally, anyone who offends me has to receive a special punishment before they die. But, seeing as you're a woman, I'll let you and the Triskelion turn to dust together."
The energy sphere landed on the roof, instantly smashing a smooth, circular hole through the slab, and fell to the next floor.
A few seconds later, estimating it had fallen far enough, Jason immediately detonated the energy sphere.
"Art is an explosion!"
"BOOM!"
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