The Master Programmer-Chapter 166: Greedy Glimmers 3

Through the scope, he saw another group of men advancing toward the stage. Jason took a deep breath, calming his heartbeat.

*Bam!* *Dush~*

*Bam!* *Dush~*

One shot, one kill. Each pull of the trigger was followed by the dull thud of a body hitting the ground. The attackers began to panic, their formation breaking as they scrambled for cover. To them, it was as if death itself had taken a perch above them.

Jason couldn’t help but chuckle. "You’ve got to love a good vantage point." He kept taking them down though, and soon enough, Troy’s side was back in the win. After seeing Troy’s men begin cleaning up, Jason nodded to himself. This was enough. Troy had better thank him.

Minutes later, Jason descended from his perch, satisfied that the immediate threat had been neutralized. He made his way back to the room where he had left the women, expecting to find them waiting anxiously. They would probably hug him all together when he came back, right? Jason was imagining three beautiful women on his body with a smile on his face, but when he finally arrived, the situation was different from what he had expected.

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When he pushed the door open, his heart sank. The room was empty. Jason’s eyes narrowed as he scanned the area. Broken glasses, the necklaces were also gone… Someone was robbing him and taking the women… Or they were taking the women and making it seem like a robbery…

Whatever it was, Jason was not going to let it happen.

Then he heard it—a muffled scream, faint but unmistakable. He recognised who it was immediately.

It was Isabella.

Jason bolted toward the sound, his pulse quickening. He passed by a few more dead people, all brutally murdered whether they were cleaners or showgirls. How ruthless.

These people were cold-blooded. Following the muffled screams, he was led to a back entrance, where he saw a black van. Two men were shoving Veronica, Samantha, and Isabella into the vehicle, their struggles futile against the men’s brute strength.

"Shut up, you bitch!" one man said, closing the door of the back and pushing Isabella away from it.

Jason grits his teeth in anger. He didn’t hesitate. He raised his handgun and fired, the bullet piercing the chest of one of the kidnappers. The man crumpled to the ground, and the others froze in shock before finally hiding themselves, having already fulfilled their mission. The last man used the truck to hide himself, making his way to the front.

Jason continued running forward, and as he did he fired again, this time aiming for the van’s tires. The vehicle lurched as the tyres deflated, but the driver slammed on the gas, forcing the van forward either way as the tyres screeched, sparking on the road.

Jason sprinted after it, his jaw clenched. He fired several more shots, but the van disappeared out of the gates and probably onto the highway before he could stop it entirely. Frustration boiled in his veins as he turned and ran toward his car. He had to catch up…

Whoever had done this was way too well planned. It was almost as if they knew exactly what Jason was doing, or how to get him to act. The more Jason thought about it the more he realised that maybe he was not the side dish as he thought himself to be. Maybe he was the most important part of this all.

Jason was not going to let things end like this.

If someone had the women, they might be able to use them to affect him. And he would probably capitulate too, since he cared about them that much.

"You’re not getting away from me," he growled, revving the engine of his car and speeding off in pursuit. There was luckily one path out of this place. And it was the only path that bastard was going to take with his fucked up tyres. Jason with his speedy car, was going to catch up to him very quickly, and when he did… Just for the mere fact that he manhandled his women, he would take care of them.

The chase was intense. Jason weaved through traffic with the precision of a professional driver, his focus unshakable. His phone buzzed, and he answered without taking his eyes off the road.

"Jason!" Isabella’s voice was frantic. "We’re in the van. I’m so scared. Are you okay? Where are you?"

"Stay calm," Jason said, his voice a soothing balm. "I’m coming for you. Just hold on. I won’t take long." He made sure to speak slowly and evenly to anchor Isabella’s emotions to his words, making her just as calm as he was.

His tone conveyed confidence and certainty, giving her something to cling to in the chaos.

"Jason these people have guns, don’t get yourself killed!" came the voice of Samantha, bringing a smile to Jason’s face. This cold woman was warming up to him now...

"That’s right, Jason. Take care of yourself. Please," Veronica said in a whisper as if she was worried someone might find out. Jason smirked. What did he do in his previous life to have women like this? They were in such a situation, and the first person they called was not the police, but Jason himself.

He had to come through for them now. It was a given.

"Dont worry. Even if I die… these fuckers are going to die first. Along with the man who sent them. Don’t call the police yet, okay?"

"Okay…" Isabella said with a bit of uncertainty. It made sense. She was a public servant and so she had some affinity. But this kind of thing was something Jason had to deal with by himself.

With his speed, the van soon came into view, and Jason’s determination sharpened. He manoeuvred his car alongside it, drawing closer with each passing second. The driver noticed and swerved, trying to shake him off, and possibly even ram into him, but Jason was relentless and his driving skill was exceptionally good. He aimed his pistol out the window, firing at the van’s engine. Smoke began to pour from the hood, and the vehicle slowed to a halt.

That’s what happens when your aim and understanding reach a peak like this. You can aim for the hood and hit the car’s battery or ruin some internal wiring. Jason slammed the handbrake turning the car to create a barricade at the front in case these idiots tried anything.

Jason jumped out of his car, storming toward the van. The remaining kidnapper tried to flee, taking his gun out to confront Jason, but Jason caught him, slapping the gun out of his hands and then slamming him against the side of the vehicle.

"Who sent you?" Jason demanded, his voice icy and dangerous.

The man stammered, his fear evident, but Jason had no patience for cowards. He knocked him out with a single punch before opening the back of the van. The sight of Veronica, Samantha, and Isabella, huddled together and terrified, sent a wave of relief through him.

"It’s over," he said, offering his hand to help them out. "You’re safe now."

Jason glanced at the unconscious man and then he sneered. However, he had to leave.

He would have killed him, but their little charade had messed things up, and Jason was sure that someone might be taking a video of the happenings here. He could not trust for all of this to be a set-up. Might as well let the authorities deal with this.

Instead of returning home, Jason drove straight back to Troy’s Auction Event. His instincts told him this attack wasn’t random. He already had an idea who it was. The funny thing is: That person was closer to him than he could have ever expected.

As they drove, Veronica clung to his arm, her voice trembling. "Jason, thank you. You saved us. I don’t know what we would have done without you."

Jason glanced at her, his expression softening for a brief moment. "You’re mine to protect. Always."

The words hung in the air, heavy with meaning. He looked at Samantha and Isabella through the rearview mirror, watching as Isabella shook and Samantha held her, although she too looked uncomfortable, his gaze resolute. "All of you. I won’t let anyone take you from me."

Samantha turned to him. She had seen those last moments of how Jason had handled the gun… She knew now. His connections to the pills, his connection to Troy... and now this discovery. Jason had way too many secrets.

How could he move like that in that terrifying situation? How could he have the skills of communication and the ability to hypnotise with his words? How could he be a business genius and an Operations specialist who can automate workflows?

One man... How could he be so good at all of these things...

Samantha thought about it, and it came to her in the next moment. Jason must have a deep relationship with the supplier of the Neural Flux Pill. Otherwise, he would never be able to learn so many things in such a short life.

When this clicked into place she began understanding a bit more. The private Room 1, did they get it because Jason spent money? Or did they get it because Jason was connected very deeply with the supplier of the Neural Flux Pill?

Samantha felt her heart skip a beat as her eyes shone with a greed like nothing she had ever felt before.

Jason... Who are you?