Thunder suddenly grabbed the Wind: "Don’t listen to Lightning’s nonsense, he’s just a kid, what does he know about liking or not liking? If he understood, would he still be single to this day?" Flash wasn’t convinced: You understand? You’re older than me, and you’re still single? Wind was confused, is the boss in love? Or not? Thunder said, "Don’t think too much about that, hurry up and catch them! The Kane family’s driver has bodyguards in the car, they’re all arena champions with precise shooting, don’t take them lightly." Wind pulled away from Thunder’s hand and laughed, "So what? I, the Wind, can still snatch Timmy Monroe right from under their noses without them even realizing it." Are you kidding? Who is he? He is Wind from "The Umbra Organization," wind means coming and going without a trace. The end of school time. Timmy stood at the entrance of the boy’s bathroom, waiting for about ten minutes, but Ian Keane didn’t come out. Brother said it was just to pee! Told him to wait outside for a minute, how come he’s not out yet? Timmy ran into the bathroom, the urinals were clear, two kids were peeing, but there was no sign of Ian. Timmy suddenly had a bad feeling, calling in front of each closed stall door. No one responded to him. Timmy was anxious; if his brother was inside, he would definitely answer, unless.... Timmy didn’t dare to think, unwilling to give up, he ran over to push the stall doors, opened two, nobody inside, the third was locked from the inside. "Brother, are you inside?" Timmy anxiously pounded on the stall door with his small fists. The person inside said nothing. "Brother, brother, are you inside? It’s Timmy, what’s wrong? I’m really worried, could you answer me?" Timmy kept pounding the door, his eyes started turning red with concern. The stall door opened. Timmy’s small fist hit the air, he stumbled and fell inside. The kid hiding behind the door pointed at Timmy and laughed: "Embarrassed, embarrassed, nah nah nah..." The boy made a face at Timmy and ran out. Timmy’s knees hurt terribly, tears welled up from the pain, he gritted his teeth and stubbornly got up, limping to another stall, began knocking: "Brother, brother..." The door opened with knocking, inside was empty. As he knocked towards the last stall door, Timmy’s heart grew more anxious. "Brother, brother..." Timmy pounded and cried out. At the last stall, the door swung open with a punch, Timmy was about to be disappointed, but suddenly widened his eyes, Ian was indeed inside, just sitting on the toilet with his head down. Timmy went in, reaching to pull Ian, fingers just touching his shoulder, Ian slumped to the side. Timmy was shocked, quickly rushing to support Ian. Sadly, he didn’t succeed. A shadow behind grabbed hold of him. "Help..." Save me! This update ıs available on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩✶𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚✶𝕟𝕖𝕥 Timmy realized the danger, opened his mouth shouting for help, because this was a bathroom, and school was out, teachers usually wouldn’t come, even if some kids did, it wouldn’t help. The only way was to shout loud enough to attract a teacher. Timmy didn’t think about how yelling might provoke the kidnappers to anger and act unfavorably towards him? He was afraid the kidnappers might hurt Ian. As long as someone heard him shouting, at least his brother would be safe. Wind covered Timmy’s mouth, whispered in his ear: "Yell one more word, drag the teachers over, and I’ll kill your brother first." Timmy didn’t dare shout anymore, his little face turned pale. Wind turned Timmy around, gazing at the little face identical to Ian’s, astonished; if he hadn’t checked beforehand, that these two little brothers looked alike, he might’ve been fooled by Ian ten minutes ago. Ian claimed to be Timmy. Wind smiled, watching Timmy with interest, these two little brothers are interesting, each wanting to protect the other; it’s rare even for biological siblings to think about protecting one another in danger, these two... well, they seem to be half-brothers. Timmy peeled Wind’s hand off his mouth, staring at him with unusually calm dark eyes: "You’re here to kidnap me, right? I’ll go with you, let my brother go." Wind was stunned, internally shocked, this little boy... actually guessed he was there to kidnap him? Even talking terms with him? Wind couldn’t help but pinch the boy’s face: "Smart little boy, you must be Timmy, right?" Timmy nodded without hesitation: "Yes, there’s a notebook in my backpack with my name on it." Wind’s eyes flashed with admiration, when he caught Ian, he had no other way to differentiate between Ian and Timmy, since the two looked too similar, except by going through Ian’s backpack. The small bag had a notebook inside with the name. When Wind saw Ian’s name, he knocked him out, guessing Timmy would come into the bathroom looking for him. "Alright, a deal then, I won’t touch your brother, I only need you." He didn’t have a habit of killing the innocent, since the boss wanted Timmy kidnapped, just one Timmy it is. Fifteen minutes later. Wind took Timmy to a very ordinary Volkswagen, driving on the overpass. Wind didn’t tie Timmy up, just tossed him in the back seat, not worried the small guy would pull any tricks, as he’d tossed his backpack and phone. The overpass was full of vehicles, if someone didn’t want to die, they’d definitely avoid jumping off here. "Uncle, can I ask you a question?" Timmy’s childish voice said. Wind raised an eyebrow, perhaps the calf not fearing the tiger, did this little guy not understand what was happening? So he started chatting? "Sure! What do you want to ask?" Wind was in a good mood, completing the task so quickly, the boss would praise him. "Why are you kidnapping me? Do you have a grudge against my mom?" the little guy asked sharply. Wind didn’t expect Timmy to ask that? What a clever little guy! Wind deliberately said two words, anticipating the little guy’s reaction. Timmy was silent for a moment, then said: "Then my mom’s enemy, paid you to kidnap me." Wind laughed: "You’re smart." "Thanks for the compliment, uncle. Since you’re doing this for money, could you not hurt me? Mommy will give you more than her enemies."