Baby Robbie and Jenson had put on the same looks of ridicule. Monster squinted his pupils and looked at the two kids.

Unable to differentiate them, Monster had no other options but to take an alternate route. "Hmph, I can let Jenson die and take Robbie hostage."

In other words, he would kill one at random.

Jenson laughed and said, "You won't make such an idiotic choice. Because the military intelligence division's big sisters would disagree in Baby Robbie being the hostage." Monster looked at Jenson, in awe of his wittiness.

Jenson was right. He dared not let Baby Robbie be a hostage.

If Baby Robbie showed himself to his big sisters in the military intelligence division, those girls would sacrifice themselves just to save him.

"Haha!" Monster suddenly laughed frantically.

Baby Robbie and Jens looked at each other. Jenson muttered, "He probably can't tell us apart, so he's having a nervous breakdown."

Baby Robbie was always a fan of Jenson's sharp

tongue, so he could not restrain a smile.

Afterward, Monster smiled and locked his stern gaze o n Jenson. He said, "You're the most talkative one, so you must be Baby Robbie." Jenson,"..."

Baby Robbie,"..."

Baby Robbie wanted to correct his identity, but Jenson solemnly winked at him, indicating that he should focus on the overall situation. Baby Robbie had to stay silent.

Monster pointed at Baby Robbie and said, "Come here. Tie him up and shove him into the fighter aircraft. We're taking him to Mount Pearl."

"Yes." Two agents walked over and dragged Baby Robbie out.

Baby Robbie copied the way Jenson talked when he had severe social anxiety and cried out under pressure, "Baby Robbie, save... me. I... don't... wanna die." Jenson's forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

He indeed had autism and talked less before, but he never once stuttered.

Baby Robbie was not accurate at all.

Monster was even more convinced that the kid he was bringing away was Jenson, the one who was socially inept. This meant the one left behind was their own agent, Baby Robbie. "How do you want to die?" Monster hypocritically looked at Jenson.

Jenson smiled at him. "I don't want to die, Foster Father."

Monster smiled back alluringly. "I don't want you to die either, but I'll feel uneasy until you do."

Jenson gave it a thought for a short while and said, "Well, if you must kill me, then can I make a request?"

"Tell me."

"Before I die, can you tell me where's the military intelligence division's command room?"

Monster was stunned, and he smiled wickedly. "Even when you're on the verge of death, you're still planning on destroying the military intelligence division's equipment? You truly are Baby Robbie."

Monster raised his revolver and fired a shot at Jenson.

Jenson was unable to dodge the bullet and thought that he was indeed done for. Unexpectedly, an iron box suddenly appeared out of the sky and the bullet hit the iron box, causing it to deviate from its trajectory.

Jenson looked in the direction of which the iron box fell from in a daze. He saw an older man with white hair and a ruddy complexion looking affectionately at him. "Come quick, kid."

Jenson disappeared in a blink of an eye and hid behind Old Man Zack.

"Are you from Doomsday, Gramps?"

"I'm your daddy's master, so you can call me Grandmaster." When Zack mentioned his newly acknowledged apprentice, his face was filled with contentment.

Jenson wondered further about this master who his daddy had acknowledged. His martial arts had to be otherworldly. Then, he said to Grandmaster," Grandmaster, he's the military intelligence division's person-in-charge, Monster. If we kill him, the military intelligence division will lose their pillar."

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