We Have a Spy Among Us

Chapter 5 We Have a Spy Among Us

Bruce Wayne.

Oliver Quinn.

Looking at the comprehensive evaluation reports of the two on the table, Lei Xiao Augu was very satisfied, having discovered two outstanding talents.

"Given time, they will surely become my capable lieutenants."

Of course, their value is far more complex than it appears on the surface.

Bruce is the heir to the Wayne Enterprises, a multi-billion dollar conglomerate whose family businesses span the entire city of Gotham.

Oliver is no less than anyone else; he is one of the heirs to the Quinn Group, a multi-billion dollar conglomerate, a behemoth entrenched in Star City.

Although Oliver is not the sole heir, Rayleigh Augu is confident that his intervention will allow him to take control of the Quinn Group.

With the financial backing of the two major groups, the Assassin Alliance's grand ambitions will proceed smoothly and without hindrance.

In fact, according to the plot, their two daughters got pregnant by Bruce and Oliver.

boo boo

The sudden whistle interrupted Lei Xiao Augu's reverie.

Looking around, Allen was leaning against the window.

"What's up?"

Instantly, his pleasant mood vanished, and Lei Xiaoaogu's face darkened.

Thinking to myself, "The mentally ill person hasn't been cured yet. How is Nisa doing things?"

"Boss, I've discovered a secret."

Allen used both his hands and feet to climb into the window.

Lei Xiao Aug took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions on the verge of exploding, and reminded him, "You can use the door."

The window was a few steps from the door; one must be quite ill to climb out of the window.

"In our line of work, we never follow the usual path," Allen said matter-of-factly.

Lei Xiao Augu wisely stopped dwelling on the issue; arguing with a mentally ill person would only make him appear mentally ill.

"What secret?"

"Boss, we have a spy among us."

Allen looked furtive, but his expression was unusually serious.

"Is there a spy among them?"

Lei Xiao's eyes narrowed, his face turning sinister as he calmly looked at Allen, waiting for him to explain the details.

"Zhongchu" means spy.

Hearing those four words from someone else suddenly triggered Alan's amazing brain circuit switch.

A Nike-like smile involuntarily appeared on Allen's face as he said meaningfully, "I didn't expect the boss to also like watching Japanese specialties, especially spy dramas. Turns out we're kindred spirits."

Listen to what you're saying!

Lei Xiaoaogu clenched his fists into his sleeves, wondering if he had lived too long and become senile.

"Honestly, among the older generation, I recommend Tanaka-sensei and Okita-sensei, and among the younger generation, I recommend Fukada-sensei and Yuzuriha-sensei. It's a bit of a pity that they haven't released any uncensored series."

When the topic comes up, Allen is like an experienced driver who doesn't apply the brakes.

"Go out, I have things to do."

"Aww."

Lei Xiao's expression was ashen, clearly indicating that he was truly going to kill him.

Allen obediently climbed out the window again, refusing to go through the door no matter what.

Covering his head with his hands, Lei Xiaoaogu couldn't bear to look at him. He decided to go out and bring back two good seedlings, and also to relax and relieve his emotions.

He worried that if he encountered the madman a few more times, he would get so angry that he would trigger the side effects of the Dionysian factor.

"Mr. Bodo's is also good, it's just that he's getting older."

"roll."

Allen turned back and gave him a quick slap, causing Lei Xiao Aug to roar in fury.

That night, the Ninja Master left the snow mountain base.

While in his room, Allen was applying ointment to his face when he suddenly slapped his thigh and said, "I forgot to tell the boss about the Hydra spies. Seriously, we're all men, why pretend to be so righteous? It's like everyone's seen porn."

However, Allen put the matter out of his mind the next day when he woke up.

……

[Character]: Allen (1/10)

[Class]: Lv30 Thief

【Skill】

Lv5 Weapon Mastery: Accuracy +5, Strength +5

Lv1 Shadow Blade: Speed ​​and damage increase by 10% as the level increases.

Shadow Stealth: Actively enter stealth mode; automatically exit stealth mode once in combat or under attack.

Shadow Will: While in stealth mode, launch a sneak attack that deals double damage.

Rope Claw: Equipped with a secondary weapon, the rope claw, it can be used for leaping up to 20 meters.

[Time]: 1981, Wanted.

[Requirement]: Current profession must be at level 120 to be able to return to the original timeline.

……

Without the Assassin Master in charge, the Snow Mountain Base was turned upside down in less than ten days.

As Allen gained experience through battles, his professional level jumped straight to level 30.

Even if Nisha and Talia team up, they might not be able to win.

The things an unrestrained mentally ill person does are simply terrifying.

The martial artists eating in the cafeteria started foaming at the mouth as they ate.

Allen proudly admitted that it was the Chinese food he had carefully prepared for everyone, and he thoughtfully included Chinese toothpaste.

Or they might sprinkle chili powder into other people's clothes drying in the sun, claiming it's to raise everyone's awareness.

boom!

"Allen, I'm going to kill you."

A warrior covered in soot, wielding a sharp blade, searches for Allen in the base.

"I know you're angry, but calm down first."

Nisha called out to comfort her from a distance, but the stench was so overwhelming that she couldn't get close.

Many martial artists cast sympathetic glances at him, secretly relieved that they weren't the ones who were unlucky.

A madman set up a firecracker trap in the outhouse, and look what happened – people were covered in excrement from the firecrackers.

"You tell me to calm down, but it's not you who's going to break down. You make it sound so easy. Today, it's either him or me."

Hearing her subordinate's devastating roar, Nisha was at a loss for what to do.

Honestly, I really regret taking him in back then.

I picked up an ancestor.

"What's going on? Why is it so lively?"

Allen came around the corner, his mouth stuffed full of bananas, his cheeks bulging, and he kept stuffing more into his mouth as if someone was trying to snatch them away.

"I'm going to kill you."

The enemy has appeared, and the martial artist is ready to rush forward and fight to the death.

"Calm down, don't come any closer."

The crowd drew their weapons, staring with terrified eyes.

They weren't protecting Allen; they just didn't want to get involved with him.

Allen continued eating his banana as if it were none of his business, swallowing a whole mouthful at a time until his throat swelled up.

Gum!

He swallowed it smoothly, but his face turned deathly pale from choking.

Many people had the same thought in their minds: why didn't they choke to death on the spot?

"Oh right, I remember there were two firecracker traps."

boom!

"Ah... Allen, die!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than another lucky person triggered the trap.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and Talia, dressed in a cool and energetic outfit, walked over, her eyes scanning and locking onto Allen. She commanded, "Everyone, listen up! Kill Allen!"

"yes!"

They had been waiting for this order for a long time.

Finally, a person of high status issued the order.

A pair of menacing eyes stared at Allen, as if they wanted to devour him alive.

"hidden weapon."

Allen tossed the banana peel at the feet of the warrior rushing to the front, then turned and ran away happily, letting out a silvery laugh: "Hehehe... come and catch me."

"Kill him."

"Stab him to death."

"Drown him in the latrine."

……

Inside the medical room.

Chelsea ground the herbs, listening to the commotion outside, and couldn't help but sigh, "It's been many years since it's been this lively. Allen is such an interesting little fellow."

In the usual base, everyone was lifeless, strictly adhering to the rules of self-discipline.

Recently, it has become extremely lively and joyful.

Bang!

Just as Chelsea was reminiscing about the past, a man flew in through the window and smashed over the freshly processed medicinal herbs.

Seeing that all her hard work had been for nothing, Chelsea was furious. She picked up the pestle and gritted her teeth, saying, "A mental patient is a mental patient. Mental guidance won't work. Physical methods must be used to treat them."

An elderly traditional Chinese medicine doctor, over seventy years old, resolutely joined the hunt.

(End of this chapter)