Chapter 50: Chapter 50

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Hearing Jason’s biting sarcasm, John remained unfazed, responding with a calm, measured tone, “It’s not about lacking the courage to fight; it’s about not wanting to throw my life away senselessly.”

Jason smirked, his voice dripping with challenge, “What if I told you there are 400 elite mercenaries outside this prison, armed to the teeth with heavy weapons capable of obliterating a tank? Would you still sit here, waiting for death to claim you, or would you step up like a man and fight for your survival?”

John’s brow furrowed, his expression tinged with skepticism as he processed the information. “Are you serious? Is that true?” He asked, his voice laced with doubt.

Jason spread his hands, a sly grin playing on his lips. “Do I strike you as the kind of reckless idiot who acts without a carefully calculated plan?”

John shook his head slowly, conceding, “No, you don’t. But even if we manage to break out, what’s the point? Beyond the police, I’ve got countless enemies out there—each one a seasoned professional in their own right. Getting caught or killed is only a matter of time.”

“Then join me,” Jason countered smoothly. “I can guarantee your safety.”

John’s eyes narrowed, his gaze steady and unyielding. “And why the hell should I trust you?”

Jason leaned in slightly, his voice carrying the weight of his reputation. “Because I’m the first man in history to successfully escape Long Island Prison.”

John’s eyes flickered with interest, and for the first time, he truly looked at Jason, sizing him up. After a moment of contemplation, he rose from the bed, a spark of determination reigniting in his steely gaze. “Alright, I’m in. I’ll trust you.”

Jason’s lips curled into a confident smile. “You won’t regret this, I promise.”

[System Notification: Villain Accomplice ’John Wick’ successfully recruited!]

[Source: John Wick]

[Abilities: Driving Mastery (Level 5), Melee Weapons Mastery (Level 5), Hand-to-Hand Combat Mastery (Level 6), Firearms Mastery (Level 8)]

Level 8 Firearms Mastery! Jason’s eyes widened slightly, a mix of awe and envy stirring within him. His own Level 6 Firearms Mastery had already allowed him to carve through police and gangsters like a force of nature, untouchable and relentless. A Level 8 mastery? That was practically superhuman—John could probably shoot the wings off a fly at a hundred yards.

The two returned to Bill’s cell, a mere five minutes since Jason had last been there. Bill was lounging on the bed, bored out of his mind, while Wesley lay crumpled at his feet. The man’s face was a grotesque mask of agony, his upper body scorched red like a roasted pig, the skin blistered and raw. Just looking at him painted a vivid picture of the brutal, inhumane torture he’d endured.

“How’s it going?” Jason asked, his tone casual but expectant.

Bill shook his head, disappointment etched on his face. “This guy’s a weakling. Didn’t even last a minute before he spilled everything.”

Jason exhaled in relief, though a part of him was stunned. He’d beaten Wesley to within an inch of his life, and the man hadn’t uttered a single word. Yet, in Bill’s hands, he’d folded in under five minutes. ’Guess the old saying holds true,’ Jason thought. ’Everyone’s got their specialty.’

Wesley’s bloodshot eyes fluttered open, devoid of any spark, filled only with a desperate plea for release. Jason crouched beside him, his voice cold but steady. “Alright, start talking. Tell me everything you know. For the sake of our past, I’ll make this quick.”

Gratitude flickered across Wesley’s battered face, his voice weak and raspy. “King…pin… he’s at New York Harbor.”

Jason’s brow arched. “It’s the middle of the night. Why the hell isn’t he tucked in bed? What’s he doing at the harbor?”

Wesley paused, struggling to speak through his pain. “A few days ago, Kingpin sent me to Mexico. After days of negotiations, I secured the trust of the Mexican cartel boss and locked down the rights to distribute their product in New York.”

He coughed, wincing, before continuing. “Tonight, the first shipment of drugs is arriving at the harbor. It’s a massive haul, and Kingpin’s paranoid about it going sideways. That’s why he’s there in person, with his crew.”

Jason leaned closer, his eyes narrowing. “Last time I ambushed Kingpin’s convoy, all I found was a container full of household goods. Where are you hiding the real stash?”

Wesley’s voice was barely a whisper. “Kingpin played you with a decoy. The real goods never left New York. They’re all stashed in warehouses at the harbor—seventeen containers’ worth, not just one.”

Jason’s heart skipped a beat, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Seventeen containers of illegal goods—Kingpin’s entire fortune was on the line. ’Oh, Stan’s gonna love this intel,’ He thought, already imagining the chaos he could unleash.

“You’ve got what you wanted,” Wesley rasped, his voice trembling. “Please… just end it.”

Jason stood, raising his gun and aiming at Wesley’s forehead. “Next life, pick better company than Kingpin.”

Wesley nodded weakly, a faint smile of relief crossing his face.

Bang!

The bullet punched through his skull, and his head slumped lifelessly to the side.

[System Notification: James Wesley (story character) eliminated. Gained 500 Villain Points. Current Progress: 5140/7000]

With Wesley dealt with, Bill stood, brushing his hands off. “So, boss, I passed your test, right?”

Jason nodded, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. “Yeah, you’re in.”

Bill flashed a wide, toothy grin, his white teeth gleaming. “Thanks, boss!”

The trio left the cell, sprinting toward the control room. Harleen had been gone for a while, and Jason’s gut twisted with worry. Was she safe, or had she run into trouble?

Outside the control room, seven or eight prison guards were unloading their weapons into the reinforced steel door, desperation etched on their faces. The prison’s five floors had descended into total chaos, and their only hope of regaining control was to breach the room, shut off the valves, and flood the facility with tear gas to quell the riot.

The door was riddled with bullet holes, teetering on the verge of collapse. Just then, Jason, John, and Bill arrived.

In a flash, Jason and John drew their weapons, their movements synchronized and lethal. The guards barely had time to react before bullets tore through their skulls and necks, dropping them like flies. Jason took out three, while John dispatched five with surgical precision.

[System Notification: Eliminated 3 prison guards. Gained 300 Villain Points. Current Progress: 5440/7000]

[System Notification: Ally ’John Wick’ eliminated 5 prison guards. Gained 500 Villain Points. Current Progress: 5940/7000]

“Not bad,” John said, his tone carrying a rare hint of approval.

Jason waved off the compliment with a grin, though inwardly he was humbled. ’My shooting’s got nothing on yours, man. Two whole levels behind.’

“Harleen, you okay?” Jason called out, kicking open the battered door.

Inside, Harleen crouched in a corner, clutching two guns, her eyes sharp with vigilance. Seeing her unharmed, Jason let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding.

“Honey!” Harleen cried, rushing to him and throwing her arms around him. Her voluptuous frame trembled slightly, betraying the fear she’d endured.

For Harleen, the last few hours had been a whirlwind of violence and chaos, more intense than anything she’d experienced in her entire life.

“It’s over now,” Jason soothed, holding her close. “I’ve got you.”

After a moment, her trembling subsided, and she looked up with a shaky smile. “Honey, I got you a little gift.”

Jason followed her gaze to see Daniel, warden, sprawled on the floor, unconscious from blood loss.

“No need to bother with him,” Jason said, his voice cold. “Let’s focus on getting out of here.” He raised his gun and fired several rounds into Daniel’s unresponsive form.

[System Notification: Eliminated prison warden. Gained 100 Villain Points. Current Progress: 6040/7000]

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