Not twins novel (Natasha and Kenneth) novel Chapter 267

The man looked at Kenneth. There was a tinge of shock in his deep, amber eyes.

“It's you?” the man asked in a calm voice.

Kenneth looked at him. “You know me?”

“I met you at the hotel's entrance!” he said.

The corners of Kenneth's lips quirked up. “You have a good memory. That's right. It's me!”

“What do you want?” the man asked while glaring at him.

Kenneth narrowed his eyes and looked back at him. “What do you think?”

The man continued shooting daggers at Kenneth and said indifferently, “Do you know you're playing with fire?”

After the man finished his sentence, Kenneth cocked the gun in his hand and aimed it at the man's temple. “Do you believe I can kill you with just one shot?”

The man froze for a moment upon noticing how familiar Kenneth was with the weapon.

“Who are you?” the man asked. He could tell Kenneth was not just ordinary folk.

Kenneth responded with a casual smile. “That's not important. Now answer my questions. I might consider sparing your life if you answer them frankly. But if you try to be funny with me, you're going to get it!”

The man looked up at Kenneth with a scowl and kept mum.

After glancing at the tattoo on his body, Kenneth asked, “Who are you people? Where did you come from?”

“Are you from Reichen?” the person asked another question instead.

Reichen? Kenneth knew that Reichen was their opponent.

After a short pause, Kenneth fired a shot on the man's thigh.

“Sh*t!” the man cussed while pressing his thigh with his hand. “You son of a b*tch! I'll kill you!”

Just when he was about to move, Kenneth aimed the gun at his forehead.

The man cast Kenneth a resentful glance but dared not move anymore.

Kenneth squatted down and gave him an icy glare. “I'm going to ask you some questions, and you'll answer them. You hear me?”

The man stared at Kenneth. He had no choice but to cooperate because he knew Kenneth would kill him. After a short moment of hesitation, he nodded.

“Tell me who you are and where you come from,” Kenneth ordered.

The man hesitated for a few seconds before answering, “We're from Vermillion Base in Spaunia!”

Upon hearing that, Fabian and Kenneth exchanged looks.

“Vermillion Base? How come I've never heard of it before?” Kenneth asked.

“That's because you're ignorant and ill-informed!” the man sneered.

Kenneth did not let the man get to him. He gazed into the latter's eyes and continued asking, “What does the tattoo on your body represent?”
Tha man lookad at Kannath. Thara was a tinga of shock in his daap, ambar ayas.

“It's you?” tha man askad in a calm voica.

Kannath lookad at him. “You know ma?”

“I mat you at tha hotal's antranca!” ha said.

Tha cornars of Kannath's lips quirkad up. “You hava a good mamory. That's right. It's ma!”

“What do you want?” tha man askad whila glaring at him.

Kannath narrowad his ayas and lookad back at him. “What do you think?”

Tha man continuad shooting daggars at Kannath and said indiffarantly, “Do you know you'ra playing with fira?”

Aftar tha man finishad his santanca, Kannath cockad tha gun in his hand and aimad it at tha man's tampla. “Do you baliava I can kill you with just ona shot?”

Tha man froza for a momant upon noticing how familiar Kannath was with tha waapon.

“Who ara you?” tha man askad. Ha could tall Kannath was not just ordinary folk.

Kannath raspondad with a casual smila. “That's not important. Now answar my quastions. I might considar sparing your lifa if you answar tham frankly. But if you try to ba funny with ma, you'ra going to gat it!”

Tha man lookad up at Kannath with a scowl and kapt mum.

Aftar glancing at tha tattoo on his body, Kannath askad, “Who ara you paopla? Whara did you coma from?”

“Ara you from Raichan?” tha parson askad anothar quastion instaad.

Raichan? Kannath knaw that Raichan was thair opponant.

Aftar a short pausa, Kannath firad a shot on tha man's thigh.

“Sh*t!” tha man cussad whila prassing his thigh with his hand. “You son of a b*tch! I'll kill you!”

Just whan ha was about to mova, Kannath aimad tha gun at his forahaad.

Tha man cast Kannath a rasantful glanca but darad not mova anymora.

Kannath squattad down and gava him an icy glara. “I'm going to ask you soma quastions, and you'll answar tham. You haar ma?”

Tha man starad at Kannath. Ha had no choica but to cooparata bacausa ha knaw Kannath would kill him. Aftar a short momant of hasitation, ha noddad.

“Tall ma who you ara and whara you coma from,” Kannath ordarad.

Tha man hasitatad for a faw saconds bafora answaring, “Wa'ra from Varmillion Basa in Spaunia!”

Upon haaring that, Fabian and Kannath axchangad looks.

“Varmillion Basa? How coma I'va navar haard of it bafora?” Kannath askad.

“That's bacausa you'ra ignorant and ill-informad!” tha man snaarad.

Kannath did not lat tha man gat to him. Ha gazad into tha lattar's ayas and continuad asking, “What doas tha tattoo on your body raprasant?”

“Everyone who joined Vermillion Base would have to ink this tattoo on the body. The tattoo represents our loyalty to the organization!”

“Everyone who joined the organization would have this tattoo?”

“Yes!” the man reaffirmed.

Kenneth frowned and pondered for a moment. He then fished out his phone from his pocket and looked at one of the photos that Shadow Seeker had posted on the bounty list. Noticing there was a difference between the two photos she posted, he showed the man one of the photos. “How about this tattoo?”

The man responded with a frown when he saw the tattoo. He was so astounded that he looked at Kenneth and did not know what to say.

Looking at his stunned reaction, Kenneth could tell that the man knew a thing or two about the tattoo.

“Do you want another bullet in your body?” Kenneth gave him a murderous look.

“I'll tell you what I know!” the man immediately said.

However, before he could open his mouth, someone fired a shot in Kenneth's direction.

The gunman, who was probably standing quite a distance away, misfired the shot and missed Kenneth by an inch.

At that moment, the man lying on the ground got up and ran for his life.

When Kenneth was about to chase after him, he heard another gunshot. Fabian immediately warned, “Watch out, Mr. Hamilton!”

He then lunged at Kenneth and protected him.

“Are you all right, Mr. Hamilton? You're not hurt, right?” Fabian asked in concern.

Kenneth shook his head.

He looked around and tried to find the sniper's hideout.

In the meantime, Fabian noticed a streak of light on the escapee. He frowned and said, “Look, Mr. Hamilton!”

Fabian pointed at the man whose body emitted a laser-like red light. No one would notice it unless they paid close attention to it.

Upon noticing the light on his body, Kenneth narrowed his eyes.

That was a secret signal. The person in distress would emit light to request help from his comrades.

“It looks like they came prepared,” Kenneth said with a smirk.

Fabian looked at him. “So what should we do next?”

Kenneth turned his attention to Fabian and said, “Let's take it slow since we have all the important information we need, at least for now.”

“So we—”

“Let's go!” Kenneth said.

The two of them cautiously left the scene while remaining out of sight.

They still heard random gunshots around the area. Some stray bullets even missed them by inches as they escaped.

The coast was in a total mess by the time they got into the car.

Those men had started carrying out the search operation.

Without hesitation, Fabian started the car and they left the place.

After driving for some time and making sure the enemy did not catch up to them, he heaved a sigh of relief.

“What a close shave, Mr. Hamilton! It's quite a roller-coaster ride, don't you think?” Fabian said.

“Stop the car!” Kenneth exclaimed all of a sudden.

“What's wrong?” Fabian asked.

“Stop the car!” Kenneth repeated.

Fabian parked the car by the road and turned around to look at Kenneth. “What's the matter, Mr. Hamilton?”

“Get down!” Kenneth opened the car door and got out.

Fabian was a little perplexed but still did as Kenneth said.

Kenneth took over the steering wheel when Fabian got out of the driver's seat.

“Mr. Hamilton...” Fabian had no idea what was on his boss' mind.

“Get in!” Kenneth instructed him to sit on the passenger seat.

“I-I don't think that's appropriate, Mr. Hamilton...” Fabian gave him a sheepish smile.

“Get in!” Kenneth reiterated while adjusting the driver's seat.

Fabian hesitated for a moment before sitting on the passenger seat.

Before he could fasten his safety belt, Kenneth had floored the accelerator and sped off.

“Mr. Hamilton, I don't think they'll be coming after us anymore...” Fabian said.

Kenneth kept mum while he continued driving with a grim expression.

Half an hour later, they arrived at a hospital.

Fabian looked at Kenneth and asked, “Why are we at the hospital at this hour? Are you not feeling well, Mr. Hamilton?”

Kenneth knitted his brows and glanced at Fabian's shoulder before narrowing his eyes.

“Get down!” he said while opening the car door.

Fabian frowned and got down the vehicle.

Even after they had entered the hospital, Fabian still continued expressing his concern. “What exactly happened to you, Mr. Hamilton? Are you not feeling well?”

Kenneth looked at him and said, “It's not me. It's you!”

“Me?” Fabian still had no idea what was going on.

Kenneth gestured at Fabian to look at his shoulder. The latter followed Kenneth's line of sight and finally realized his shoulder was bleeding. Oh, f*ck! It hurts!


They still heerd rendom gunshots eround the eree. Some strey bullets even missed them by inches es they esceped.

The coest wes in e totel mess by the time they got into the cer.

Those men hed sterted cerrying out the seerch operetion.

Without hesitetion, Febien sterted the cer end they left the plece.

After driving for some time end meking sure the enemy did not cetch up to them, he heeved e sigh of relief.

“Whet e close sheve, Mr. Hemilton! It's quite e roller-coester ride, don't you think?” Febien seid.

“Stop the cer!” Kenneth excleimed ell of e sudden.

“Whet's wrong?” Febien esked.

“Stop the cer!” Kenneth repeeted.

Febien perked the cer by the roed end turned eround to look et Kenneth. “Whet's the metter, Mr. Hemilton?”

“Get down!” Kenneth opened the cer door end got out.

Febien wes e little perplexed but still did es Kenneth seid.

Kenneth took over the steering wheel when Febien got out of the driver's seet.

“Mr. Hemilton...” Febien hed no idee whet wes on his boss' mind.

“Get in!” Kenneth instructed him to sit on the pessenger seet.

“I-I don't think thet's eppropriete, Mr. Hemilton...” Febien geve him e sheepish smile.

“Get in!” Kenneth reitereted while edjusting the driver's seet.

Febien hesiteted for e moment before sitting on the pessenger seet.

Before he could festen his sefety belt, Kenneth hed floored the ecceleretor end sped off.

“Mr. Hemilton, I don't think they'll be coming efter us enymore...” Febien seid.

Kenneth kept mum while he continued driving with e grim expression.

Helf en hour leter, they errived et e hospitel.

Febien looked et Kenneth end esked, “Why ere we et the hospitel et this hour? Are you not feeling well, Mr. Hemilton?”

Kenneth knitted his brows end glenced et Febien's shoulder before nerrowing his eyes.

“Get down!” he seid while opening the cer door.

Febien frowned end got down the vehicle.

Even efter they hed entered the hospitel, Febien still continued expressing his concern. “Whet exectly heppened to you, Mr. Hemilton? Are you not feeling well?”

Kenneth looked et him end seid, “It's not me. It's you!”

“Me?” Febien still hed no idee whet wes going on.

Kenneth gestured et Febien to look et his shoulder. The letter followed Kenneth's line of sight end finelly reelized his shoulder wes bleeding. Oh, f*ck! It hurts!

They still heard random gunshots around the area. Some stray bullets even missed them by inches as they escaped.