The heart Killers ( English translation)

*CHAPTER 15*

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Initially planning to close the burger shop only on Friday, Fadel decided to keep it closed until Monday due to an important event. He intended to reopen the shop on Tuesday, and since closing the shop meant he and Bison wouldn’t see Kaan and Style, he could only text them to say he had important business and would see them on Tuesday.

Style replied that he understood, ending the message with a casual “See you later.” Though surprised that his partner understood so easily, which seemed unusual, Fadel was too busy to dwell on what he considered a minor issue.

The day of action arrived. The 30th-anniversary celebration of the Surarat Foundation was held on Sunday night, and invitations had been sent out to them just the day before. To make matters worse, their identities had been fabricated as heirs of wealthy families.

On the night they were assigned as drivers, the two gentlemen were in a luxury car worth millions, but instead of sitting quietly and maintaining an appropriate demeanor, they were anything but calm.

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As the car cruised smoothly, Bison and Fadel checked their weapons while Keen explained the security system for the event. Soon, the luxury vehicle brought them closer to the grand celebration.

Fadel was the first to sit in silence, gathering his focus before the task began. Bison, on the other hand, was humming a tune and glancing at Keen, who was driving. Bison furrowed his brows and asked, “Hey Keen, your wrist.”

“What?”

“Your right wrist used to be severely injured, making it almost impossible to move. Doesn’t driving with your right hand like that hurt?”

Fadel asked curiously. A few years back, Keen had also been a hitman like him and Bison, a skilled sniper who was hard to replace. However, after his right wrist injury, he could no longer shoot, and practicing with his left hand yielded unsatisfactory results. Ultimately, from being one of their mother’s assassins, Keen transitioned to a document courier, handling whatever tasks their mother needed him for.

When reminded of his wrist injury, Keen simply lowered his gaze and said nothing. He then lifted both hands off the steering wheel while the car continued down the straight path.

“It’s a straight path. Just hold on; I’m not exerting any force,” he replied, placing his hands back on the steering wheel. His eyes, hidden behind his glasses, remained expressionless. Bison crossed his arms and, curious, asked, “Have you ever regretted not being able to shoot anymore? Don’t say you can use your left hand, because you know it’s not accurate.”

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Keen didn’t respond to the question. He turned the steering wheel with his left hand, steering the car to a stop in front of the venue. There would be no answer regarding whether he regretted it or not.

“We're here. You guys can get out now. I’ll wait for you at the agreed exit,” he said. Seeing that Keen didn’t answer, both Fadel and Bison paid no mind. The two assassin brothers exchanged glances, grabbed their decorative masks to cover part of their faces, and then stepped out of the car, disappearing into the chaotic festivities of the event. Once they were gone, Keen let out a sigh and looked at his right hand. He flexed it skillfully, his face betraying no hint of pain, and he continued to use his right hand to control the steering wheel, deftly maneuvering the car in the desired direction.

With his eyes behind the glasses, Keen scanned the area around the venue. He had provided Fadel and Bison with detailed information about the event's security system, which he believed to be accurate. However, he couldn’t shake the feeling that there were more security personnel and undercover police present than what was indicated in the system.