Chapter 104: Chapter 104
Jason’s fist turned to a claw as he lunged at another man.
His right hand clamped onto the Iron Armor’s helmet, channeling energy into his five fingers.
The sturdy helmet buckled under the pressure, deforming and shrinking before crumpling like a tin can.
*Pop!*
The man’s head exploded, viscous brain matter and blood oozing through the armor’s cracked seams.
After dropping two men, the Iron Warriors’ last shred of resistance shattered.
They threw down their machine guns, screaming like banshees, and bolted for the vault door.
But Jason’s bloodlust was in full swing—there was no way he’d let them escape.
His movements were swift, no hesitation, no mercy.
He cut down one, then pounced on the next. After clearing the vault, he chased the stragglers into the underground garage.
Metal clanged. Desperate screams echoed.
In just five minutes, the garage was a slaughterhouse, a mountain of corpses and rivers of blood, more gruesome than any horror flick.
Jason, drenched in blood and gore, grinned savagely.
He strolled through the bodies, a demon straight out of hell.
[Ding! Eliminated 99 retired soldiers. Gained 9,900 Villain Points. Current progress: 11,170/12,000]
[Ding! Accomplice ’Christine Vineyard’ eliminated 41 police/security. Gained 4,100 Villain Points. Current progress: 15,270/12,000]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on reaching Level 12! Rewarded 10 attribute points. Current progress: 3,270/13,000]
[Ding! Accomplice ’Harley Quinn’ eliminated 47 police/security. Gained 4,700 Villain Points. Current progress: 7,970/13,000]
[Ding! Accomplice ’David Nord’ eliminated 53 police/security. Gained 5,300 Villain Points. Current progress: 13,270/13,000]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on reaching Level 14! Rewarded 10 attribute points. Current progress: 270/14,000]
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Two level-ups netted him 20 attribute points, plus the 20 he’d saved for emergencies—40 points total.
Now Jason could max out both Firearms and Combat skills to level 10.
[Level: 14 (270/14,000)]
[Strength: 63 → 73]
[Agility: 50 → 60]
[Endurance: 50 → 60]
[Intelligence: 50 → 60]
[Remaining Attribute Points: 0]
[Reputation: 13,190 → 31,541]
[Accomplices: David, Christine... (Reputation needed for next recruitment: 100,000)]
[Points: 5,850]
[Rechargeable Points: 0]
[Abilities: Combat Mastery (Level 10), Driving Mastery (Level 3), Firearms Mastery (Level 10), Cold Weapon Mastery (Level 2)]
[Shop: Click Here]
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With the vault cameras destroyed, the crowd outside and viewers at home were itching to know what the hell was happening.
Soon, the bank’s front doors swung open, and a blood-soaked figure stepped out.
Jason had torn off his disguise, revealing his true face.
He barely took a few steps before the crowd recognized him.
"Holy shit, it’s really Jason! I’ve seen his wanted poster!"
"Goddamn, how’d he infiltrate Stark’s security team?"
"He’s out! What about the bank’s guards? They can’t all be dead, right?"
A ballsy onlooker shouted across the street, "Yo, Jason! Did you take the whole billion from the bank?"
The question was on everyone’s mind.
Jason stood on the bank steps, scanning the crowd, and flashed an OK sign with a grin.
"Oh, fuck! He actually pulled it off!"
"Goddamn, who *is* this guy?"
"Haha, told you! Pay up, that’s a hundred bucks you owe me!"
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From a distant high-rise, Tony Stark peered through binoculars at the bank entrance.
Seeing Jason alive and well, his heart sank in disbelief.
No fucking way.
Where were the Iron Warriors?
Why hadn’t they killed him?
Did he... take them all out?
Stark’s eyes bulged. *This can’t be possible!*
Jason had to have used some trick he didn’t know about.
Fuming, Tony spun on the security chief. "Where the hell are the armored units? Why aren’t they here?"
The chief, horrified that Jason was still breathing, stammered, "They’re... they’re coming! I’ll check again."
Most of the crowd outside cheered for Jason as he walked out unscathed.
These thrill-seekers at the bank’s doorstep were the type who loved chaos.
As long as Jason didn’t target them, they didn’t give a shit if he kidnapped celebrities or blew up police stations—they fucking loved it.
To these downtrodden folks, the government and capitalists were two sides of the same rotten coin. Jason was like God’s judgment on their asses.
But not everyone was a fan. Some worked for the fat cats—like the TV anchorwoman who’d been taunting Jason on air.
Her face went pale, terrified he’d come for her after her trash-talking. She ditched her cameraman and tried to slip away.
In her flashy dress, she stood out like a sore thumb. Jason spotted her instantly.
"Hey, Miss Anchor, didn’t you say I wouldn’t show?" He called out.
The crowd parted like she was the fucking plague, giving Jason a clear path.
"FUCK! Let me out!" She screamed, panicking.
She didn’t dare look back, shoving through the crowd to escape.
But the more she pushed, the more the chaos-loving onlookers blocked her, locking her in a human wall. She even lost a shoe and still couldn’t break free.
Jason smirked coldly, stepping down the stairs toward the street.
Just then, dozens of armored vehicles roared down the road.
Jason glanced at them, a weird grin on his face.
The drivers, patched into the security comms, knew the situation.
One floored it, barreling straight for Jason.
"Hey, Jason! Armored trucks incoming—move!" A fan in the crowd yelled.
But Jason didn’t budge, standing his ground like he didn’t hear.
In a blink, he and the armored vehicle collided.
*Bang!*
A dull thud rang out as the vehicle screeched to a halt.
The crowd braced for Jason to be splattered into a bloody mess—but it didn’t happen.
He was thrown a few meters, rolling across the ground before stopping.
Jason stood up, unscathed, rubbing his slightly sore right arm, deep in thought.
His cells absorbed energy at a crazy rate.
But even that had limits.
A twenty-ton armored vehicle slamming into him at nearly 120 km/h generated insane kinetic energy.
Most of it was absorbed in a fraction of a second, but a tiny bit slipped through, sending him flying.
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