Marvel: The Villain Chapter 306 Grin

Let’s rewind the moments a bit.

While David was issuing the command for the Hulk Legion to commence their transformation and assault the Armored Division, the conflict atop the peak had already erupted. A-Train, growing impatient and noticing Thor's attention momentarily diverted by the spectacle of the mass transformation, utilized his extraordinary speed to propel himself skyward.

He firmly grasped a specially crafted, ultra-high-voltage cattle prod—a notorious tool of the Joker organization—and swung it with all his might towards Thor’s jaw.

"Drop dead for me!"

Electrical sparks violently erupted, accompanied by a sharp, piercing crackle.

"Argh!"

Thor’s well-defined face absorbed the full impact of the strike, contorting in agony. Though the high-voltage current barely registered as a sensation to him, the sheer physical force behind the prod compelled him to cry out. This prod had been forged from Vibranium fragments sourced from Africa; in terms of its hardness and resilience, it was only marginally inferior to Mjolnir.

Grasping his face with one hand, Thor brandished his hammer with the other, launching himself higher into the heavens. The blow hadn't left any visible mark, but… damn, it certainly stung.

Thor was utterly enraged.

Just as he prepared to retaliate, a delicate, floral perfume reached his senses. In the very next instant, a pair of hands settled upon his shoulders. The owner of these hands was none other than Harley.

She was acutely aware that the linchpin of this war was not the Armored Division to the south, nor the Hulk at the mountain's base, nor even the five thousand Iron Man suits filling the sky. It was this individual—the one who had fought Jason to a standstill, the man bearing the name of the God of Thunder.

Should they confront him directly, even if every one of them combined their powers, they would stand no chance against him. He was the God of Thunder! Across the entire universe, the number of beings capable of trading blows with him could be counted on a single hand—excluding a cheater like Jason.

Their only recourse was to neutralize him. Victory through overwhelming force was impossible, but removing him from the conflict was essential. This seemed an insurmountable task. Yet, within the Joker organization, there existed precisely one individual capable of achieving such a feat.

"If you were to embark on a journey, where would your desired destination be?" Harley murmured an enigmatic question.

Before Thor could even utter a sound, his head began to spin. When his eyes fluttered open, he found himself in an utterly unfamiliar environment. Darkness enveloped him, punctuated by flashing strobe lights, a densely packed dance floor, and the relentless, thumping bass of house music.

"Bye-bye! Enjoy your time!" Harley exclaimed, waving as she vanished with a swift *shua*.

Thor reached out in an attempt to seize her, but he was a moment too late. Thor’s immediate priority was to return to the battlefield, yet he was an outsider—he didn’t even know which way to turn. How could he possibly get back?

As he stood there, lost in a bewildered daze, the crowd below erupted in a chorus of cheers.

"Oh my god! Where did this guy just appear from?"

"I didn't even see him move! Is that some kind of legendary teleportation trick?"

"I bet he works for the club. Just look at that costume!"

"Wow! Look at his arms! Those muscles are absolutely sculpted!"

"Up close, he's actually really attractive. I'm definitely interested!"

"Hey! Handsome dude! Give us a pole dance!"

Thor’s abrupt arrival had undeniably revitalized the crowd’s energy. Both men and women waved and shouted towards him, but the overwhelming volume of the music made it impossible for him to discern any specific words. He crouched down at the edge of the stage. "Hey! Woman! I need to ask you something!"

"AAAAHHH!" The woman he addressed shrieked with sheer excitement, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him into an intense, passionate kiss.

For a fleeting instant, Thor contemplated abandoning Asgard entirely and establishing permanent residency on Earth.

Thor gently pushed her away. "Excuse me, do you happen to know—"

He abruptly ceased speaking. He didn't even know the name of the place he was attempting to return to. Thor's complexion turned pale. His heart plummeted. He deeply regretted his choices. Nick had attempted to provide him with an earpiece, but he had dismissed the offer, complaining about the discomfort. Now, he was truly isolated and completely cut off.

"Fuck! Who the hell are you?" While Thor was lost in his own thoughts, several imposing men clambered onto the stage, carrying the tools of their trade.

His spirits momentarily lifted, Thor flashed a broad, confident smile and strode towards the seemingly benevolent bouncers.

*

Harley reappeared on the mountain summit.

"Finished?" A-Train inquired.

Harley smirked confidently. "Right now, he’s indulging in some rather… earthly delights."

Alex exclaimed with enthusiasm, "Excellent! That leaves just these two from S.H.I.E.L.D." His gaze shifted to the charging Hulk ascending the mountain. "How should we divide them? I've got dice!"

John flinched slightly and intervened, stopping him. "Let's be serious! This is a battle for survival, not some friendly competition." As a former elite assassin, John possessed a meticulous and cautious nature. He would leave no vulnerability, however minute, exposed to the enemy.

Harley waved them dismissively. "I need to monitor Thor’s current location. You four handle them."

A-Train was the first to eagerly raise his hand. "I'll take the girl."

John turned his gaze toward David. "Then... we will join forces." The three of them, along with Harley, had been part of the previous operation to subdue the Hulk, so they were well aware of his immense power. John's ability to freeze and David's sonic manipulation were deemed the perfect countermeasures.

David responded with a nod. "Agreed."

This left Alex with no alternative. He let out a sigh. "Fine, I suppose I'll handle the girl as well." He was mindful that John and David's powers had an area-of-effect nature, and he wished to avoid being caught in their destructive wake.

John declared, "It's settled. Harley, could you give us a lift?"

"Consider it done!" Harley exclaimed, placing her hands upon them.

*

The Hulk was making rapid progress up the mountain, carrying Natasha in his arms, when suddenly, five figures materialized directly in his path.

"Get down!"

Alex immediately transformed into his Hammer-fist form, unleashing his colossal fists against the rampaging Hulk. The Hulk, caught completely off guard, had no opportunity to react. The powerful blow struck him squarely on the forehead, sending him hurtling backward with tremendous force.

His immense body crashed into the earth, obliterating several trees in its path, yet he instinctively continued to shield Natasha within his embrace.

"Hulk!" Natasha cried out, disentangling herself and quickly rising to her feet. She drew her custom-designed firearms and began firing at the assembled group.

"Haha! Time to get to work!" A-Train bellowed with evident delight.

In an instant, the world seemed to grind to a halt. Natasha's bullets progressed forward at an agonizingly slow pace.

"Hehe!" A-Train let out a wicked grin, effortlessly plucking the decelerated bullets from the air. He then proceeded to scoop Natasha up by her waist and sprinted towards the dense thicket of trees.

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