undercover manga

"Boom!!"

The iron door was knocked open by the butt of the truck.

Before the assassins could react, the truck compartment opened automatically, and there seemed to be countless pairs of green eyes flashing in the dark compartment.

Someone subconsciously pulled out a gun and fired, and the bullets ricocheted in the car, flashing dazzling sparks.

The little creature that was stimulated by the ricochet suddenly panicked and fled towards the only exit.

"Rat! So many rats!!"

Hundreds of brown, black, wet rodents swarmed out of the carriage.

These little things were densely packed, their limbs crawled quickly, and they instinctively ran towards dark and narrow places.

If these were just ordinary mice, although they looked disgusting, they wouldn't be of much concern.

They wanted to see who was so bold as to break into the Brotherhood's headquarters at noon.

Suddenly, dozens of pistols fired at the front of the truck.

In an instant, the iron skin of the carriage was riddled with holes, and everyone ignored the inconspicuous little mice.

Until someone discovered that most of these mice had a small watch tied to their body.

"Careful, there's something wrong with those rats!"

someone was heard exclaiming.

At that moment, an assassin raised his hand and fired a bullet at the watch on the mouse. Unexpectedly, the bullet exploded as soon as it made contact with the watch.

The rat exploded into a ball of flesh and blood, leaving a small crater on the ground.

The shock wave of the explosion directly killed several rats in the surroundings. This power... is not bad!

If this rat crawls on a person and explodes, it will really make a bloody hole. Even if he doesn't die on the spot, he will bleed to death afterwards.

Counting the number of at least three to four hundred, the lethality is considerable.

"Get rid of these rats! Don't let them get in!"

Sloan shook his fist and roared with a gloomy expression.

He thinks more than ordinary assassins. With the nature of rats drilling holes, if they run into some key place and explode, the loss will be too great.

The assassins listened to the order and immediately pointed their guns at the rats around them. Some people ran directly into the factory to clean up the rats.

For a moment, gunfire sounded like raindrops one after another.

Just when most of the assassins were lowering their heads to kill the rats, Wesley tightened his grip on the guns in his hands and took a deep breath.

"If I want to save them, I have to catch Sloane. There is no other way, so... there is only one chance!"

The young man with beautiful blue eyes nodded to himself suggestively.

He had already come to his senses and entered bullet time without any hesitation.

This time, Wesley's heartbeat was particularly firm.

Three hundred...three hundred and five...four hundred...four hundred and five...five hundred!

At this moment, the son has surpassed his father and entered a stronger explosive state.

"May fate guide me."

Wesley followed Carlos' example and placed his guns into a cross.

He prayed silently in his heart, but the object of his prayer was not God, but the two guns in his hands.

Then, Wesley looked at his watch, which showed a countdown of ten seconds.

Ten seconds until the end of the Brotherhood begins.

"Ten...nine...three...two...one!!"

"Boom boom boom!!"

When the time is up, the mouse bombs are activated simultaneously.

Countless explosions and flames exploded throughout the factory.

The ancient stained glass was shattered by the explosion.

The historic staircase corridor was in a mess.

The automatic textile machines that had kept pace with the times exploded from the inside, and their parts were scattered everywhere.

There was almost no place intact in the entire factory in front of the all-pervasive rat bombs.

When the bewildered assassins are dizzy from the explosion, this is the best time to attack.

Wesley had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

He jumped out of the car with all his strength, rolling beautifully in the air, his eyes locked on all the assassins in the open space like a scanner, and the two guns in his hands were about to spray bullets.

At this moment, a wild cry came from the sky.

"Wahahaha...Uncle JOKER is here to send you some warmth!"

Wesley couldn't help but raise his head when he heard the familiar tone of this madman.

I saw a figure in the sky falling freely.

It's not quite right to say he was in free fall. He actually had colorful balloons hanging on his body, and he fell from the sky in a childlike way.

It was the balloons that cushioned his descent.

But his speed at this time was still very fast. If it were an ordinary person, his muscles and bones would definitely be broken if he fell to the ground.

But the man didn't seem to care.

He laughed and opened his suit, revealing rows of grenades coated with fluorescent powder.

In the sunlight, these dangerous little darlings sparkle with colorful lights.

"Let's play together!!!"

Wesley watched the clown laugh and shake all the grenades out of his suit.

The great terror between life and death made his hair stand on end.

The moment his body hit the ground, Wesley jumped under the car like an ape.

Immediately after…

Fire exploded, explosions roared, and smoke rose into the sky!

Amidst the loud rumbling noise, it seemed that the foundation of the entire factory was shaking.

"Cough cough cough..."

Ten seconds later, Wesley resisted his dizziness and crawled out from under the car, looking around.

Apart from the smoke, all that could be seen was the wailing and screaming assassins.

And those who can't scream are undoubtedly dead.

"boom…"

"boom…"

"boom…"

At this moment, the dull sound of gunfire slowly came from the smoke.

Wesley looked closely and saw the clown walking briskly, shooting one at a time, sending the assassins who were not dead on their way.

He felt cold.

this monster.

Wesley had never seen anyone exuding joy while harvesting life from their own kind.

He couldn't help but feel cold all over, as if ice water had been poured over his head, extinguishing all his warm blood.

Seeing the clown getting closer and closer, Wesley still didn't know whether he was an enemy or a friend, and couldn't figure out how to face this strange person.

The clown opposite actually spoke first.

"Yeah, isn't this a useless snack?"

The tone was as pleasant as discovering a new world.

"I didn't expect you to be able to do this."

As he spoke, he fired again at the assassin.

Acting like he didn't take Wesley's threats to heart.

"Was your purpose from the beginning the fraternity?"

Wesley looked at him warily, not daring to take his finger off the trigger of his pistol.

"It's not obvious! Like I said, I'm just playing a game with you."

The Joker changed the magazine in front of Wesley, and then continued to hit the target.

"Bang..." "Bang..." "Bang..."...

Seeing the scene where the Joker kept killing assassins, Wesley had some idea in his mind.

"We have been your pawns to lure the Brotherhood from beginning to end, right? Even everything that happened today was within your expectations?!"

He yelled a little uncontrollably.

Wesley looked at the man in front of him with a bitter look on his lips, always feeling like he was being pressed to the ground and rubbed by him.

The clown did not answer, but raised his hand to him.

"If you don't save people, your father and your companions will be roasted."

Wesley's face turned pale and he quickly ran towards the burning platform.

He was shocked by the opponent's horrifying appearance just now, and then he remembered what he was here to do.

However, the clown here did not look back to see Wesley's rescue action. After finishing the last assassin's attack, he whistled and hummed and walked briskly into the factory.

for him.

Next...it's time to enjoy the main course!