I'm Someone Else

Chapter 200

“I really miss Zachary… When will he be discharged from the military? I don’t want him to defend thecountry anymore. He has been in the military for eight years. It’s time for him to come home.”

“Silly child. Do you know what you are talking about? Without a country, where would there be ahome?”

Adam spoke as he gently patted Chloe’s back.

Ever since Zachary joined the military, it had caused a lot of hardship for Chloe. He had witnessedeverything she had done, especially after he fell ill and was hospitalized. Chloe worked tirelessly, oftensleeping only two hours a day. She had to work, pay off debts, and take care of him. She even droppedout of university.

If it weren’t for Thomas’ timely appearance, those dark days would have continued for who knew howlong.

Perhaps tired from crying, Chloe fell asleep in her father’s arms. Adam gently carried his daughter backto her bedroom.

Then, he opened a bottle of wine alone in the living room and drank by himself.novelbin

“Adam, you are truly useless. Not only can you not earn money, you even got sick and hospitalized.You can’t be of any help and only cause trouble. Because of you, Chloe couldn’t even attenduniversity… Sigh!”

Drinking alone could make one very drunk. After only a few drinks, Adam fell asleep on the sofa.

At that moment, Thomas was in the bedroom of Northpine Villa, diligently practicing kicks.

The battle with Duban Pearson had alerted him. He indeed had a weakness in his lower body’sstrength compared to his upper body. He barely won against Duban, but what if the martial arts expertsfrom the other Five Greatest Families were even stronger than him? By then, his lower body wouldundoubtedly become his weak point.

If he wanted to protect Olivia’s safety, he had to improve his own strength.

Although he was strong in using firearms, he didn’t want to resort to using them unless necessary.

After losing a lot of blood twice, his body was incredibly weak. Compared to his peak physicalcondition, he had only recovered less than 20 percent. There was no hope of returning to his peak if hedid not rest for at least half a month.

Thwack! Thwack!

He continuously executed a set of kicks. These were refined and adapted from military combat boxing.They were domineering, fierce, and filled with killing intent.

Thomas wholeheartedly immersed himself in the practice. He not only wanted to improve his lowerbody strength but also wanted to enhance his close-quarters combat abilities. Only by doing so couldhe ensure zero mistakes in close-quarters combat.

He was like an emotionless machine, repeatedly kicking again and again. He was not aware that hisclothes were drenched in sweat. It wasn’t until 3.00AM that he finally stopped while gasping for air.

He turned and entered the bathroom to take a refreshing shower and change into clean clothes. Hewalked to the bedside and drank water in large gulps while flipping through the calendar placed on thenightstand.

Thomas shook his head, took a cigarette, and lit it silently.

“Zach, your birthday is approaching, but this time, I won’t be able to be by your side to celebrate withyou.”

“Thomas, just live your life. I don’t need you to accompany me. Haha!”

Suddenly, an extremely familiar voice sounded, causing Thomas’ body to tremble. Then, he quicklyturned his head and looked at the empty bedroom. It was only then he realized that perhaps due tomissing his good friend too much, he had experienced an illusion.

This was already the second time it had happened.

“Thomas, don’t smoke too much. You have such a strong addiction, constantly smoking throughout theday. You’re still young. You can’t do this. Smoking is harmful to your health.”

The voice didn’t dissipate; it continued.

Thomas smiled. This time, he didn’t turn back because he was afraid that if he did, the voice woulddisappear. He casually extinguished the cigarette butt. “Zach, there’s something I want to discuss withyou.”

“Sure, Thomas. Go ahead.”

“In the near future, if someone close to me is in danger, I want to use a gun…”

The battle with Duban had been enough to make Thomas take it seriously. Each of the Six GreatestFamilies had extraordinary strength, and this time, even he had no confidence. Although his close-quarters combat skills were not weak, his practical experience was lacking. He was bound to be at adisadvantage if he faced opponents of equal strength. However, if he could use a gun, he would haveno fear.

“Nonsense! Thomas, you are the King of Marksmen. It’s perfectly normal to use a gun to protect thepeople close to you. Why are you discussing this with me?”

Thomas shook his head. “I made a vow back then that I would never use a gun in this lifetime.”

The familiar voice did not speak again as if contemplating something.

After a moment, Thomas urged, “Zach, are you still there?”

“Thomas, don’t blame yourself. I have never blamed you. Using a gun is so much simpler to solvethings that could be resolved easily. Why bother with complicated close-quarters combat? I believe thatas long as you have a gun in your hand, you are invincible.”

“I’m leaving. Take care of yourself and smoke less.”

“When it’s necessary to use a gun, use it. Don’t always get tied down by my matters. Take good care ofthe people close to you at this moment and ensure their safety. That’s the most important thing.”

“Thomas, a person who lives in the past has no future. It’s been such a long time. You have to comeout of it…”

Thomas could sense Zachary’s voice growing distant as if he was speaking while moving away. By thetime the voice completely disappeared, Thomas was already in tears.

After a while, Thomas stopped crying and retrieved the SR-25 sniper rifle he had taken from theassassin sent by the Hind Family. He had long moved the rifle from the rented house and concealed itunder his bed. He gently caressed the gun. His gaze was filled with immense tenderness as if he wastouching not a cold firearm but the tender skin of a loved one.

“A person who lives in the past has no future… Zach, for all these years, you’ve listened to me. Thistime, I’ll listen to you. With this gun in my hands, I will protect all of my friends.”

That night, Thomas slept with the gun in his arms. No one could understand his obsession withfirearms. For him, a gun was not just a weapon to take lives, but also a loyal companion. As thecommander of that mysterious special force unit had said, Thomas was a complete gun fanatic.

The next morning, when Thomas woke up, Olivia had already prepared breakfast. After they finishedeating, they drove to Keyshire Property.

Molly, who usually arrived early, was absent. Olivia was feeling overwhelmed with her work as she helda stack of reviewed documents, ready to deliver them personally.

Thomas asked, “Why hasn’t Molly come?”

“Oh, she said she has something to attend to today and took a day off,” she replied.

He nodded without thinking much of it and took the initiative to take the documents. “Let me deliverthem.”