undercover manga

"You want to cooperate? Okay, I'll give you a chance. If you can't tell me one, two, three, you won't leave today."

Sloan hid in the crowd and said the cruelest words in the most cowardly manner.

"I know your plan, you want to use the Son of the Cross to get rid of him."

"God..."

The exaggerated tone of the masked man made people angry as soon as he heard it.

And his next words shocked everyone like a bolt from the blue.

"...Who would come up with such a stupid idea."

The assassins subconsciously set their sights on Sloan.

The latter's face was as black as carbon and his eyes were red.

Although he didn't speak, you could see how angry he was in his heart.

"Haha...I'm sorry, I just can't bear it anymore."

The masked man pretended to wipe his tears with his free hand, and it took him a while to laugh enough.

"Think about a year ago, when the Brotherhood stood tall and dominated the fate of many dignitaries. Look at you now, you are just a group of scared soft-footed shrimps."

He waved his hand with the detonating ring to everyone.

This time, the assassins were furious.

They gnashed their teeth and looked ugly.

The expression on his face was as disgusting as if he had eaten shit.

But the assassins who were part of the team didn't dare to say a word, let alone shoot.

However, among so many people present, there are also those who are reckless about the consequences when their anger rises.

"I can't help it!"

The grumpy mechanic pulled out his Beretta 92F.

This pistol equipped with a scope can sometimes help him hit the enemy's head from 50 meters away.

But before this crudely styled modified gun could roar, it was suppressed by a black hand.

"Wait, I want to hear what he has to say."

Although Sloan looks ugly, he is the big boss behind the scenes, and he is not lacking in character and wisdom.

The mysterious man in front of him obviously has something to rely on, so it wouldn't hurt to listen to his thoughts.

Besides, if we really need to shoot, who can guarantee that those grenades will not detonate.

By then, the assassins would have suffered countless casualties, and the Brotherhood would have ceased to exist in name only.

"Smart move. Hee hee..."

The masked man's laughter sounded somewhat proud to the ears of the other assassins.

“Is it because of the cross that the Brotherhood is in this situation?”

"Yes and no."

"You shrink your heads like ostriches, huddle here, and let a woman face the cross. Why is this?"

After the masked man finished speaking, the factory became quiet.

It was dead silent. Except for the friction sound of automated machinery, the whole space was quiet except for heavy breathing.

The masked man who successfully aroused everyone's anger continued to speak disapprovingly.

"You always thought you were holding the throat of fate, but now you are dying of fate..."

"shut up!!"

A loud shout suddenly interrupted the masked man's words.

It's Sloan.

The brotherhood's talker was now pale, his hair and beard splayed out, and he was so angry that he went crazy.

His group of close assassins also had different expressions. Only the ordinary brotherhood members looked blank, not knowing what the masked man meant.

"Hurry up, hurry up, he hurry up."

The masked man clapped his hands and turned his head as if talking to the air.

This lunatic!

Sloan didn't dare to let him talk anymore, for fear that he would reveal his secret of controlling the loom of fate.

"Everyone except the gunsmith, butcher, repairman, black pearl, and poet, stand down."

These people named by Sloan are all the top experts in the brotherhood, and they are also his own people who know Sloan's secret.

Upon hearing this, the assassins whose names were not called retreated one by one.

Intimidated by Sloan's authority in the fraternity, no one stood up to question his decision.

After everyone had left, Sloan stared at the masked man with a sullen face.

"Who are you? What do you know?"

The masked man nodded slightly and tapped the mask with his fingers.

"Dong...dongdong...dong..."

"Who am I?"

"The police in Gotham call me JOKER... the common people call me a lunatic... the people on the street laugh at me as a clown..."

"But it doesn't matter..."

The mysterious man slowly took off his mask, revealing a pale face.

This face seems to have clown makeup printed on it.

But it was extremely natural, as if he was supposed to look like this.

"Hey Hey…"

As the corners of the mysterious man's scarlet mouth slowly opened, two rows of white teeth were revealed.

Sloan and his men felt a chill in their hearts for no apparent reason as they looked at the smile that almost reached their ears.

"…Please just call me clown."

Mystery man…

No, it's a clown!

He was like a conductor in an opera house, waving a non-existent baton in his hand and giving a slight salute to Sloan and others.

Underneath that elegant gesture was unabashed madness and malice.

It longs to break free from all constraints and vent its inner repression.

"what do you want?!"

Sloan asked loudly.

Use your voice to cover up your trembling heart.

Hearing this, the smile on the clown's face faded.

He tilted his head, his eyes looking deep like two whirlpools.

"You think you control your destiny, but in fact it is destiny that has written you on the blacklist."

"The dragon slayer will eventually become a dragon."

Hearing these words, Sloan's heart trembled.

A sense of fate arises spontaneously.

"You don't need to use fate as an excuse to rule."

"Brothers have strength, connections, and wealth, so why worry about not being able to accomplish anything."

"As the saying goes, success is destiny, failure is destiny."

"Both Cross and Firefox are devout assassins. It was the Brotherhood that trained them, and it was the Brotherhood's creed that created their betrayal."

"And now you actually want to use the same method to raise the son of the cross."

"Are you afraid that the Brotherhood will not perish quickly enough?"

After hearing this, Sloan retorted somewhat unconvinced.

"If you hadn't disrupted the situation, Firefox would have brought Wesley back."

The Joker scoffed.

"Hey, you actually want to keep two time bombs around you, you are really brave and resourceful."

The sarcasm in and out of these words couldn't be more obvious.

Sloan is not a good-tempered person. He said coldly: "You ruined my plan, killed my people, and you are still talking nonsense here! But I am willing to give you a chance! Since you want to cooperate, what can you do? ?”

The clown seemed to have expected that Sloan would compromise with him. He laughed, regardless of the other party's increasingly ugly expression.

"For [-] million U.S. dollars, I will give you advice, and..."

"…the Loom of Destiny belongs to me."

Quiet.

The scene became quiet again because of these words.

Then, the assassins laughed.

"What did I hear! He wants $[-] million!?"

"...That's not all! He wants the Loom of Destiny? Oh my God, this is a madman!"

Faced with doubts, the clown emphasized seriously.

"I'm not crazy, the world is crazy."

He stopped smiling, his face was serious, and his eyes were straight, making people shudder.

Sloan squinted his eyes and thought for a while.

One hundred million US dollars is just a small amount of money to a brotherhood with a thousand-year heritage.

The Destiny Loom is just a name, it doesn't matter if you give it away.

But the most important thing right now is to get rid of Cross and others.

Otherwise, the brotherhood will be in panic, fearing that it will be disbanded soon.

maybe…

The other party deliberately brought Firefox and Cross together. He knew the difficulties faced by the Brotherhood. This was an aboveboard conspiracy.

Sloan thought he understood the meaning behind all the masked man's activities.

I thought I had seen through everything and felt that I was okay again.

The old nigger's eyes flickered, and conspiracies were pouring out of his head.

In this case, it’s better to use the trick...

"Okay! As long as you can do it, I will give you [-] million US dollars and the loom of destiny!"

Upon hearing Sloan's words, the assassins were instantly dumbfounded.

The world is just too crazy.