undercover manga

"Very good! Killed one!"

The security director shook his fist in excitement, and the joy brought by the victory made his spirit become even higher.

"Keep up the good work! After we take care of the other master, all that's left is rotten fish and shrimps!"

He is very confident and believes in the power of this body that he sacrificed his hair for.

But the other members of the security department all had pale faces, and some turned pale.

Their legs were shaking and their whole bodies were shaking.

Apparently my patience has reached its limit!

But he is still gritting his teeth and sticking to his post!

The supervisor knows that it is very stressful to play against such a strong player at their level.

He himself is not like this.

The huge mental pressure reflected on his body, making him always feel the urge to vent.

They are all good fighters and excellent agents.

But if you just give up at this level...

That's not SHIELD's style!

Victory is just around the corner, it’s not time to rest yet!

The supervisor frowned and was about to reprimand.

Suddenly, his face turned red and he couldn't help but bowed.

"Goo~Goo~"

There was a roaring sound in my stomach, as if a fleet was firing unbridled fire in my intestines.

The supervisor held his stomach, and his back was instantly wet with cold sweat.

At this time, an unbearable force surged,

Why did it happen at this time...

The script shouldn't be like this...

It's obviously time for me to show off my power soon...

The supervisor yelled crazily in his heart, but the primitive impulse of his body still made him miserable and unable to concentrate at all.

"Did you eat something unclean today? Is it that grilled gecko? Damn it! At this time!"

The supervisor was in despair.

As an extremely powerful programmer, his body is not as durable as young people.

Others can hold it in, but he can no longer hold it in!

Standing up shakily, the supervisor held his stomach and walked towards the door step by step.

Sweat gathered on his body in thin trickles, flowing downwards.

The sourness caused by the uncontrollable cramps in his stomach kept him in a tight state, unable to exert any strength at all.

Even walking was extremely difficult.

But the more desperate reality is still before us!

In the corridor, there was already someone like him, bent over and with a ferocious face!

They were heading to the same place, but there were only a few toilets, how could they accommodate so many people!

In this moment of crisis, reason and emotion have long been driven by the body's instinct to excrete.

Everyone in the corridor had red eyes and staggered forward.

They know in their hearts that everyone here is an enemy except themselves!

Close!Closer! !

The first person who painfully touched the door of the toilet had already appeared. That person looked happy, but he relaxed and had to spend more time tightening his legs to prevent something terrible from happening.

As the second person was about to reach the door of the toilet, those behind who had only walked halfway through the journey couldn't help but have a look of despair on their faces as they looked at the five or six figures in front.

And once people lose hope, their faith will collapse like a landslide!

The oldest and weakest security department director was the first to fail.

He held on to the wall and slowly and weakly knelt down on the ground.

I really can't hold on any longer.

At the moment when his spirit was on the verge of collapse, he couldn't help but cry out in shame.

"No! Don't look at me!!"

The supervisor seemed to have been spoiled and froze on the ground in a duck-sitting position.

His whole face was expressionless, or he was hopeless.

At this time, although this person is still alive, he is no different from dead.

And as soon as the first fart sound started, a hellish relay mode started in the corridor.

I won’t describe the flavorful scene in detail.

Even the person who had reached the toilet and was almost free was not spared.

After all, he fell under the toilet, holding on to the edge of the toilet, with tears of humiliation streaming from the corners of his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the human tragedy that made people unable to see and smell spread from this corridor to the entire secret room base.

As a result, except for the ones on patrol, a few people doing chores, and the lucky ones who grabbed the toilet, all the agents fell into the humiliation of incontinence.

Only a few people did not drink the cup of Xia Hua's sweetened coffee. Although they survived, they fell into a more terrifying hell!

If there is a No. 19 hell in Chinese legends, it must be here...

In the end, before the base server was completely captured, the surviving agents ended this tragic war by physically cutting off power.

That's right, it's war!

Nine out of ten agents will be sacrificed in the yellow soup, and the entire secret room base will inevitably become a laughing stock in SHIELD!

Moreover, some of the confidential files in the base server were cracked and stolen. Although no core files were stolen, the loss this time has been very heavy for S.H.I.E.L.D. since its establishment.

There is a saying: Before an avalanche, no snowflake is innocent.

But this time, all the agents were victims of the dark events that occurred in the secret room base.

The person who caused all this had left the secret room base long before the tragedy began.

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"I'm so kind, really."

Xia Hua walked on the road, touched his conscience, and expressed heartfelt emotions.

The operation was conducted without bloodshed, and no one was injured or killed.

If he was poisoned, at least 200 people would die in SHIELD's secret base.

Xia Hua hummed a little tune and gradually got better.

It's three or four o'clock in the morning in New York, and many people are still up all night.

The bustling nightlife attracts young people to stay here.

The neon lights make the city look beautiful.

But beneath the glorious exterior, there is still poverty and darkness.

The girls on the street are scantily clad and enthusiastically selling abalone of varying degrees of freshness.

In the alleys, gun trading and flour trading become normal under the cover of night.

Every once in a while, Xia Hua would see a homeless man sleeping on the ground wrapped in cardboard.

This is the best of times, an era of heroes.

The further you go, the more extraordinary you become.

This is also the worst of times, a miserable world for the weak.

In the face of extraordinary power, human life is as fragile as grass.

Xia Hua didn't want to be the ant that sank under his fate, so he could only fight through thorns in the dark, take risks, and fight his way out.

He is not a hero.

Not a butcher either.

He just wants to live free.

That's it.