undercover manga

Reciting poems in public was nothing more than a trivial matter for Xia Hua, who was as thick-skinned as the city walls.

He finished reciting a sentence with great emotion: To seek profit... life and death, how can you avoid it because of...?

It attracted roars of applause from foreigners who didn't know why.

The Chinese who understood it were all awkward, feeling like there was an old trough stuck in their throats, unable to speak or swallow.

Not to mention how uncomfortable.

But when this poem reaches the ears of caring people, it has another meaning.

When checking out, the boss, who had been standing upright behind the cash register, handed Xia Hua the tax stamp and stuffed a note at the same time.

Xia Hua took a moment to take a look and saw two small words written on the note.

"back door."

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When Xia Hua said goodbye to the two welcoming ladies and came to the back door of the Sichuan restaurant.

In the darkness, there was already a figure standing under the street lamp.

"You came."

The man had a deep voice and his entire body was hidden in the shadow of the street lamp.

Only one pair of eyes is amazingly bright at night.

"I am coming."

The words sounded familiar to Xia Hua. He had an idea and answered the words cooperatively.

The man was not ashamed and continued to speak.

"You shouldn't have come."

"I know."

"But you came anyway."

Silence, deathly silence.

I don't know how long it took.

Xia Hua spoke slowly.

"In today's battle, no one will be merciful to you and me. If a swordsman can die under the sword of a master, there will be no regrets."

The man uttered one word coldly in the darkness.

"Yes."

Xia Hua matched his performance and his face became cold.

"Please."

At this time, the man raised his hand: "Wait a minute."

Xia Hua was puzzled, "Wait, how long do you have to wait?"

"Wait until the wound stops bleeding."

"Who's bleeding, who's hurt."

"You. Although my sword is a murder weapon, it never kills those who seek death."

"Am I here to seek death?"

"Oh? You don't want to die, but you still dare to make trouble for the Brotherhood?"

At this point, the man opposite walked out from the shadow of the street lamp.

His face was full of unfinished meaning...no, it meant something profound.

It was the owner of the Sichuan restaurant.

Xia Hua was about to speak.

But I saw him signaling not to speak.

Then he followed the owner of the Sichuan restaurant into the back door and entered the restaurant's kitchen.

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In the kitchen, Xia Hua was surrounded by a group of men and women wearing chef uniforms.

"You are Mandrill, right? The ace of the New York base."

Although the Sichuan restaurant owner's words were a question, he used an affirmative tone.

Xia Hua didn't dare to express his displeasure and quickly raised his hand to salute.

"New York base member, Mandrill, come to report!"

"Okay, okay, no need to be restrained."

The restaurant owner...no, he is one of the twelve zodiac guardians, the ugly cow who guards the base on the west coast.

He patted Xia Hua's shoulder affectionately, showing a look like "I like you very much, don't be polite."

Xia Hua not only learned the address and password of the West Coast base from Haizhu, but also learned that Chou Niu was a senior martial arts fan, so there was a scene where the two of them had a conversation at the back door.

"Haizhu, this old guy, has always been secretive. I didn't expect that after seeing him for a few years, I discovered a talent."

Chou Niu was not polite at all when he complained about Hai Zhu, so he must have a good relationship with him.

"The big things you have done recently have been widely spread!"

Chou Niu lamented: "The Gotham gang eliminated the evil leader, and Osborn exploited the talents. He talked and laughed to get money from the HSBC Bank, and stole secrets to cause trouble in S.H.I.E.L.D."

As he spoke, the raised voice suddenly turned down.

The ugly cow clucked his tongue, made a gesture of regret, and sighed: "It's a pity that you are a small temple in the New York base, and you can't use your ability as a giant Buddha. I just let you do some sneaky things and waste all your abilities. How about it? How about it?" Don’t you want to jump to my place?”

After the middle-aged man's long speech, he finally expressed his purpose.

The twelve zodiac signs guard various bases in New York and have their own responsibilities in addition to collecting intelligence.

For example, Haizhu's New York base is also responsible for discovering talents and recovering national treasures.

As for Chou Niu's West Coast base, because the West Coast is a mixed bag, it is a good place to do dirty work and underground transactions.

Here he is additionally in charge of weapons trading, assassinations and rescue missions.

Even though everyone in the kitchen is dressed in white clothes and high hats, when they move their hands, they all look like one-of-a-kind figures.

Compared to the New York base, which is more focused on logistical support, the West Coast base is more violent and has strong combat capabilities.

It's like a sharp knife that penetrates the enemy's interior, waiting for the right time to strike with a fatal blow.

It was precisely because the mission operations at the West Coast Base required force that Chou Niu could immediately spot Xia Hua, a person who could stir up trouble in a logistics support base.

Xia Hua could also see that the middle-aged man in front of him was indeed sincere, but he could not forget the kindness of knowing him.

After traveling through time and becoming an orphan, it was Hai Zhu who discovered him and raised him.

Unless Haizhu personally appoints him to develop elsewhere, Xia Hua will not change jobs.

So he decisively refused without hesitation.

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm doing fine at the New York base."

After hearing these words, except for the ugly cow who was still smiling, everyone else's expressions looked a little ugly.

My boss greeted me with a smile and invited me sincerely and politely.

You kid doesn't give me any face!Not even a polite polite word!

Simply invisible!

He's just the trump card of the New York base. Since you don't give face to the boss, you don't give us face!

Someone had an attack right away.

"I heard that Brother Mandrill felt like he was in an uninhabited land when he entered the SHIELD base. I am incompetent. I would like to ask you for some tips."

The person who stood up was a fat man with a bumpy belly, still holding the kitchen knife in his hand.

The ugly cow on the side saw it but did not stop it.

He showed his kindness just now, and he really had the intention of poaching someone.

But since Xia Hua doesn't have that intention, then according to the rules, for unfamiliar cooperation partners, he must give a blow and prioritize them.

In order to avoid two voices appearing during subsequent actions, causing unnecessary confusion.

When Xia Hua saw a member of the other party suddenly stand up, he was not sure what they meant.

Seeing that the other party was speaking with great loyalty, Chou Niu did not stop him, so he also cupped his fists and handed over his hands.

"As long as you want, I dare not ask for your ears."

The fat cook was a straightforward person. Seeing that Xia Hua didn't delay, the indifference on his face melted away a little.

"Okay, he's a man who doesn't procrastinate. Please!"

How can we fight in the kitchen?

Most of the people were left in the kitchen, while the remaining people led Xia Hua into the secret door in the icehouse and into the basement.

The underground is also a unique cave. It covers a large area and has rooms with various functions. There is also a training ground the size of a basketball court.

In the center of the training ground, Fat Chef and Xia Hua stood opposite each other.

"I'm the Broken Swordsman. I'm good at swordsmanship and footwork. Please give me your advice."

It should be said that this person is truly a subordinate of a martial arts fan. Even his code name is from the novel.

Wait, are the code names of everyone here the same as the Jianghu titles in the novel?

Xia Hua felt that he had discovered the truth.

I saw the fat cook using his hand instead of the knife and stepping forward with his feet, in a posture to meet the attack.

Xia Hua was not polite, twisting his fists and moving his joints.

"New York base, Mandrill, good at...everything."