undercover manga

"010001...101010..."

"After deciphering it is..."

"…Sloane."

In the low-rent apartment, Firefox, who had an explosive figure, broke the marker on his mobile phone and looked extremely gloomy.

Outside the window, the train roared past the viaduct, the vibrations of the rails shook violently, and the whole room seemed to be resonating.

Beside the window, Wesley, who was still dressed as an office worker and looked embarrassed, was holding a photo album in his hand, which recorded his life from birth to after work.

View through the balcony.

Wesley could see the apartment residents across the street. It was midnight, and one of them had the lights on, and there were men and women doing something they loved.

That was originally his home.

One of the entangled men and women was his girlfriend and the other was his good friend.

Seeing this scene, Wesley's joy at recognizing his father couldn't help but turn a little green.

He quickly closed the curtains.

Although Wesley didn't care about his girlfriend cheating on his best friend, he also wanted to avoid being embarrassed by others seeing him.

On the other side, John Wick was carefully playing with the exquisite firearms hanging on the closet.

These are modified firearms of different models, patterns, and textures.

They were astonishingly beautiful, as perfect as works of art in John's eyes.

"Impeccable center of gravity... ivory grips... muzzleloader... extended magazine... She's like Audrey Hepburn, just perfect."

The King of Killers couldn't help but admire it, and as he spoke, he stuffed the gun into his gun belt.

Carlos next to him was a little speechless when he saw it, but he didn't stop him.

After the shootout on the road, he had come to accept John's presence.

For collaborators, naturally they will not be stingy with a pistol.

Anyway, he has many firearms of this type.

Just as he was thinking this, Carlos saw John fasten another silver revolver to his lower back.

and many more!

Isn't one handful enough?

Why are you still stuffing it on yourself? !

Carlos saw the King of Killers holding up a modified 98K with gleaming eyes, and he quickly stopped him.

"Cough cough..."

"Firefox, you already know the truth. What are your plans now?"

Carlos' words successfully attracted everyone's attention, and the three men all focused their attention on the only woman in the room.

Hearing this, Huo Hu, whose face was bruised, looked at the linen piece under the magnifying glass in confusion.

Finally his eyes became firm.

"Neither Sloane nor those who turn their backs on the Assassin's principles should continue to control the loom of fate. They should respect tradition and all those whose names appear must not live."

Firefox's voice was firm, with unquestionable determination in his tone.

This kind of heroic spirit that is different from that of ordinary women deeply touched Wesley, who was already somewhat fond of him.

I think this woman is so sassy and sexy, she is an ideal lover.

But forget it if he marries home, he is afraid that he will be domestically abused.

Carlos nodded slightly, not surprised by Firefox's decision.

She is the most devout assassin among the top brass of the Brotherhood and takes the creed of the Brotherhood as her life pursuit.

If it weren't for the fact that he never had the chance to make Firefox believe in him, Carlos would have formed an alliance with her long ago.

"Since we have the same goal, to overthrow Sloan's wrongful rule, why not form an alliance?"

Firefox did not refuse Carlos's proposal.

"Since you have no objection, I will introduce it to you."

Carlos looked at a certain killer who was caressing 98K like a maniac.

The corners of the mouth twitched.

"This is Mr. John Wick. He has a debt to settle with the Brotherhood. He is my collaborator."

John nodded to her and added, "I'm a killer."

Then he carried the exquisite 98K on his back.

This move made Carlos' eyes darken with distress.

Fortunately, after taking this gun, John stopped attacking other firearms.

Carlos finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Firefox, the top assassin of the Brotherhood. No one else in the entire assassin organization can defeat her 100% except me."

Regarding Carlos's boastful and showy behavior, Firefox raised his eyebrows but did not refute.

Then, the once strongest assassin in the Brotherhood turned his attention to the youngest person present.

"Wesley is my son."

"He won't join in the fight against Sloan."

Carlos' words immediately aroused the common opposition of the three people.

"He has no less talent than you, and may be stronger than you in the future."

Firefox frowned and spoke.

It was precisely because she witnessed Wesley entering a state of adrenaline surge. As a top assassin, she had such talent and beauty right in front of her. It would be a pity if she couldn't carve it out in detail.

"I also don't agree with wasting Wesley's talent. Moreover, he has a lot of weapons and is destined to not live an ordinary life."

John crossed his hands and sounded a little lonely.

He thought of the days after he retired, and there were still constant troubles.

As the protagonist, Wesley did not listen quietly.

"I would like to help...sir."

He hesitated in his mouth, chewed repeatedly, and finally found that he couldn't pronounce the word father yet.

After listening to the three people's words, Carlos frowned.

He was about to refuse sternly when he saw Wesley slowly walking up to him.

"I want to help you."

The young man's blue eyes were full of emotion.

"I'm no longer a stupid kid with nothing, I know who I am."

"I know where I'm coming from."

"I also know that my father has always been watching me since I was little."

Wesley suddenly laughed, but his eyes were full of tears.

"Although I still don't know the future direction, I am no longer at a loss."

"So please train me because I want to be like you."

Wesley's heartfelt words would definitely be a tear-jerker in a TV series.

But among John and Firefox present, one is a killer and the other is an assassin.

Not to mention having a heart of stone, he is also the type whose feelings never show up on the surface except under special circumstances.

As a result, under the cold expressions of the two people, Carlos couldn't let go.

He wanted to talk to his son about what was on his mind, but with the two dazzling light bulbs, Carlos was a little embarrassed.

In the end, John walked out on his own, giving the father and son space to talk.

After a while, when they came out of the room, Carlos agreed to train Wesley and took John with him to learn arc marksmanship.

After all, teaching one person is teaching, and teaching two people is teaching.

John's strength was stronger, which also helped their actions.

While chatting, the topic came up about the mysterious masked man.

The four people present were not fools, and everyone saw that the appearance of the masked man was very strange.

"I think he just wanted to bring us together."

Firefox summarized the results of the discussion.

"Don't think too much, our targets are only Sloan and those assassins who break the rules."

Carlos said solemnly: "But if that person wants to play games, I will accompany him to the end!"