Baby Robbie,
Feeling guilty, Baby Robbie grew impatient. "Stop talking nonsense. What's this performance about?"
"It’s a talent show."
In a flash of realization, Baby Robbie asked, "Are you going to demonstrate the self-help technique of untying a knot?"
Jenson said, "That’s the last step. I think Mommy will stop being so worried about you getting abducted by bad guys after seeing how skillful you are."
Baby Robbie was speechless. "Why would I get abducted when I’m already so big?"
He would more likely be the one to abduct others.
Jenson said, "No one can untie my dead knot. If you can, then this performance will be a success."
Now wanting to be defeated, Baby Robbie stretched out his hands. "Go ahead and tie me up, then. I'd like t o see how a knot tied by a genius like you will be any different. There isn't a knot in this world that I can’t untie."
Jenson wrapped the rope around Baby Robbie’s wrist, circling it over and over again... He tied a knot with
every circle he made.
Baby Robbie looked at the knots of various sizes, grinning from ear to ear.
These dead knots were nothing but child's play for him.
After tying up Baby Robbie's hands, Jenson flashed him an artful smile. For some reason, his icy eyes started melting and now looked like shimmering waters.
"You can take your time to untie it." Even his voice sounded like it was choking with emotions.
Baby Robbie eyed Jenson suspiciously. He could smell a trace of melancholy from Jenson's sudden bouts of gloominess.
Jenson said, "Although I'm not as good as you in fighting, I’m not that bad either. Most importantly, I'm more intelligent, more cold-blooded, more ruthless, and more suitable at killing than you. As for you, you're bright as the sun. Such a kind soul you are. I'm sure you have nightmares every time you kill someone, right?"
Baby Robbie was petrified.
It felt like lead was stuck in his throat.
No one in the world but Jenson would know him so well!
He was no doubt his identical brother.
"Your mission this time is to retrieve Nine Paintings, right? Well, I happen to hold Nine Paintings. I’ll go to the military intelligence division to complete this mission and apply for withdrawal. If everything goes well, we'll soon be able to stay together as a family again."
Jenson then smiled bitterly. "But if I don’t come back, you'll have to work twice as hard in the future to be a filial son. I'm sure a filial son like you won’t let me down."
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