God's Eye — Ramsey's creation — was practically a bug in the modern world.
It could hack any system, pull the feed from any camera, even breach the Pentagon's network without triggering a single alarm.
Its power and level of sophistication were terrifying.
She even had confidence taking on the systems of countries like Bergong.
But when it came to Momo, she wasn't nearly as certain.
Momo was the most complex A.I. ever built — capable of thinking like a human, adapting to logic, even generating countermeasures instantly.
Against something like that, God's Eye might not necessarily win.
Momo could simply generate new code on the fly and patch every vulnerability, making God's Eye's job nearly impossible.
So Ramsey's confidence wavered.
Leon, who came precisely for God's Eye, glanced at her when she mentioned it.
"Where's God's Eye? We need your help."
His tone was half-serious, half-playful.
Ramsey didn't answer immediately. Instead, she asked:
"Are you FBI or CIA?"
"Neither." Leon shook his head.
Ramsey blinked.
She had assumed a government agency sent someone to rescue her — but apparently not.
Made sense, though.
Government types wore suits, looked uptight, and pretended to be smart.
None of them would drive or fight like Leon, and none of them had that reckless intensity he carried.
Definitely not official.
"Then who are you?" Ramsey asked cautiously.
Leon flashed a grin.
"Mechanics."
Ramsey just froze.
Since when did mechanics need to know drifting, high-speed pursuit, hand-to-hand combat, rooftop jumps, and car-to-car leaps?
"If fixing cars needs all that, that's way too much work," Ramsey joked.
She clearly didn't believe him — or maybe believed part of it but knew he was hiding something.
He was definitely no ordinary mechanic.
"We're the best mechanics out there," Leon said proudly.
"If we weren't, we wouldn't have gotten the job to save you.
Tell me, what repair shop in the States is better than ours?"
Not even the official dealerships could match him.
The last line hinted at what she needed to know — they did come on someone's orders, meaning they weren't random criminals.
Ramsey relaxed a little.
At least she wasn't traded from one set of captors to another.
"I… sold God's Eye."
Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment.
"…What?" Leon's eyes widened.
Something that important — and she sold it?
Wasn't she afraid of losing it forever?
"I needed money at the time," Ramsey muttered.
"So I sold it to Prince Jordan."
Leon was speechless.
A genius like her… broke?
What on earth did she spend money on?
"Don't worry," Ramsey added quickly.
"I kept a copy on a USB drive. I only told him it was a 'special system' that boosts car performance. He doesn't know it's God's Eye."
She had chosen him because he looked — well — stupid enough.
If it were someone clever, she wouldn't have risked it.
"He bought it just like that? Off a few words?" Leon asked, annoyed.
Ramsey got excited.
"Because it was expensive! Rich people don't care what something does — as long as it's expensive, they'll buy it!"
The logic of billionaires.
They bought things not for usefulness, but for status.
If a number plate didn't cost a hundred million, they wouldn't even look at it.
"How much did you sell it for?"
"Three hundred million!"
Prince Jordan bought it instantly, without hesitation.
He didn't care whether it worked — only that it was pricey enough to show off.
Leon rubbed his temples.
Rich Middle Eastern princes had a truly unique logic.
He wondered if he priced his own car at a hundred billion…
Would one of them buy it?
Though after taxes and system penalties, he'd only receive three or four hundred million.
Not worth it.
He'd rather keep the car in his own garage.
"How much of that money did you even get to use?"
"None… I was kidnapped before I could spend a dime."
Now that was embarrassing.
Still, at least the money was untouched.
"Call that idiot prince and buy it back." Leon ordered.
"Got it."
Ramsey dialed the number. After a quick exchange in a mix of English and Jordanian Arabic, her face darkened.
"What happened?" Leon frowned.
"He said the car is being shown at an exhibition tomorrow… and someone already offered ten billion!"
Leon stiffened.
It had only cost them three hundred million — and now the prince had flipped it for ten billion.
No wonder he didn't care what it did.
"If we want to get it back, we need to outbid his ten billion," Ramsey said through clenched teeth.
Once the prince sold it to someone else, it would be almost impossible to track down again.
"That bastard really knows how to do business!" Ramsey growled.
Leon's expression turned ice-cold.
Ten billion dollars?
He couldn't throw that out unless he traded a hypercar — and even that wasn't an option.
"What do we do now?" Ramsey asked anxiously.
If she'd known the prince was such a scumbag, she never would've sold it.
Leon's eyes sharpened.
"If we can't buy it… then we steal it."
He would get God's Eye. One way or another.
"Where's the exhibition held?"
"At the Emirates Palace Hotel."
In Abu Dhabi — right where that famous triple-building jump took place.
Looks like history was about to repeat itself.
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