Miguel dug out a video he once recorded from his computer. Clicking it open, he watched it repeatedly.
As he did so, the crease of his brows deepened.
This was exactly what Anthony did just now...
Right that moment, he was somewhat stumped as he stared at the computer.
Even if Anonymous taught him, their coding can't be so similar, right? Besides, those in this field have their own quirks that are evident through meticulous observation. I've scrutinized this video thousands of times. In the end, I noticed that Anonymous has a habit of leaving a node when each line of code is about to end. I seemingly saw the same quirk today...
But right then, he was a touch uncertain.
It is my preconception or a trick of the light?
As he was spacing out, Nick beside him ventured, “What's wrong with you, Miguel?”
Snapping back to his senses, Miguel turned to him and shook his head. “Nothing.”
“Is it something Dave said?” Nick queried.
“Nope!”
“Although the victory of our match today wasn't all that bona fide, the other party wasn't all that glorious either. He won't be angry because of this, right?” Nick inquired.
Miguel looked him in the eye. “He really didn't say anything.”
“Really?”
In response, Miguel nodded.
“What's wrong with you, then?”
“I was just thinking about Anthony's coding...”
At the mention of that, Nick gushed, “He was exceedingly cool, wasn't he? It's really rare to see such exquisite coding. Earlier, I couldn't help myself and even recorded part of it.”
Miguel's eyes promptly lit up. “You recorded it?”
Nick nodded.
Indescribable joy deluded Miguel. “Let me have a look!”
Thus, Nick tapped the video on his computer. By then, everyone had gathered around him.
They were all wholly absorbed as they watched the recording on the computer. It was as though they were experiencing it all over again. In fact, Nick even cheered at the sight of the incredible coding.
“It was truly exquisite!” he praised sincerely.
Miguel rewound the video and replayed it once more.
He was entirely stunned when he noticed the same quirks in the video as the one on his computer.
But how is this possible? It's impossible!
Beside him, Hayden noticed him zoning out and asked, “What's wrong with you, Miguel?”
Jolted out of his thoughts, Miguel turned his gaze to them. He hesitated for a moment before uttering, “Say, is there a mentee who'd have the exact same habit and quirk as his mentor in this world?”
“What do you mean?” someone questioned.
“For instance, we all have our own quirks when we do something. Say, will someone acquire them when they learn from us?” Miguel clarified.
Speaking of that, Hayden answered, “That's possible. I once read a psychology book claiming that when someone admires or misses another person greatly, he will imitate everything distinctive of the person, even his living habits. It's because he considers himself that person deep within him and does so as a remembrance.”
Upon hearing that, Miguel frowned. “What if that person is still alive?”
“Uh... Then, I'm not too sure about that, but the possibility probably exists. Anyhow, there'll still be fundamental differences no matter how closely someone imitates the other person. After all, even twins have slight differences. Therefore, it all hinges on whether you can spot them!” Hayden replied.
“Are you saying that there must be differences if they aren't the same person? Is that what you meant?”
“Yes, that's exactly what I meant,” Hayden concurred.
Miguel thought for a moment before he bobbed his head. “Got it!”
Then, he lowered his eyes and looked down at the man in front of the computer. “Send this video to me, Nick!”
Nick had no idea why he wanted the video, but still, he nodded in assent.
Thereafter, Miguel swiftly went back to his computer.
Following that, Hayden remarked, “How smart of you! At that time, I found the coding amazing and wanted to record it, but no sooner had I taken out my phone than the other kid stopped me from recording!”
“Was he afraid that you'd imitate the coding?” Nick teased.
“Perhaps,” Hayden bantered.
Regretfully, Miguel paid no mind to their conversation. He studied the two videos on his computer, searching for differences.
Meanwhile, in the ruins of the uninhabited zone, a black jeep kicked up clouds of dust on the road.
Only tumbledown old houses could be seen all around due to the war, and there wasn't even a place for shelter.
After driving for over twenty minutes, the jeep came to a stop at an open area.
In front of them stood a great number of people, each of them with weapons in hand.
The car door swung open, and Kenneth climbed out of the vehicle. At the sight of the scene before him, he threw a look at the person who opened the car door. Grasping his meaning, the man promptly gestured at those behind him after shutting the car door. When he had done so, he stood beside Kenneth.
“Where is she?” Kenneth demanded.
At his question, the person standing in the front whispered something to his subordinate. In no time, Boss walked out from inside.
The instant he did so, Kenneth's eyes narrowed a fraction.
Likewise, a flash of something strange flashed across Boss' eyes. When he reached the demarcation line, he stopped and pinned his eyes on Kenneth. “We meet again, J.”
Kenneth stared right at him, a contemptuous smile curving his lips. “Indeed, we meet again.”
“Previously, it was in your territory. This time, it's in my territory,” Boss commented.
As he recalled the shot that day, his eyes glinted with hostility.
Naturally, Kenneth understood his meaning. He wants money, but he's far more interested in taking my life.
He snickered softly, his voice brimming with disdain. “Your territory? That's not necessarily true, huh?”
Boss seemed all relaxed as he regarded the man. “That's true. I almost forgot if you hadn't mentioned it. DX Group's headquarters are here, so this is considered half your territory. I merely wonder whether those in DX Group are still willing to risk their lives for you today.”
Kenneth simply stared at him without smiling or saying a single word.
As Boss studied him, a flash of hatred flittered across his eyes. Ugh! I absolutely loathe those who still act high and mighty in the face of death!
“Do you still remember the shot you fired at me back in Glenport City, Kenneth?” he queried out of the blue.
Hearing that, Kenneth nodded. “Yes, I remember that all too well.”
“Say, how should you compensate me for that shot?” Boss drawled.
Without taking his eyes off him, Kenneth abruptly sniggered. A hint of disdain and contempt showed on his handsome face. “Why, is this exorbitant amount insufficient to compensate for that shot? It's enough for ten shots, much less one!”
“How dare you!”
Boss glowered at him, his eyes blazing with fury.
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