Chapter 5: We've Got a Spy Among Us
Chapter 5: We've Got a Spy Among Us
Bruce Wayne.
Oliver Queen.
Ra's al Ghul looked at the comprehensive evaluation reports of the two men on his desk, feeling quite satisfied with the discovery of these two promising talents.
"Given time, they will surely become capable officers under my command."
Of course, their value wasn't just what it seemed on the surface.
Bruce was the heir to the Wayne Group, a corporation worth hundreds of billions, with family businesses spread across all of Gotham City.
Oliver was no less impressive—one of the heirs to the Queen Group, a financial giant with assets worth hundreds of billions, dominating Star City.
Although Oliver wasn't the sole heir, Ra's al Ghul was confident that with his intervention, he could ensure Oliver took full control of Queen Group.
With the financial backing of these two corporations, the grand ambitions of the League of Assassins would unfold smoothly and without obstacles.
In fact, if things followed the original storyline, their daughters would end up getting pregnant by Bruce and Oliver.
Whistle~
A sudden whistling sound interrupted Ra's al Ghul's thoughts.
Looking around, he saw Allen leaning against the window.
"You need something?"
His previously pleasant mood instantly vanished, and his face darkened.
He couldn't help but wonder—why was this lunatic still here? Hadn't Nyssa dealt with him yet?
"Boss, I found a secret."
Allen crawled through the window, using both hands and feet.
Ra's al Ghul took a deep breath, suppressing his nearly explosive frustration, and reminded him, "You could use the door."
The window was just a few steps away from the door—only a madman would insist on climbing through it.
"In our line of work, we don't take the usual paths," Allen said matter-of-factly.
Ra's al Ghul wisely chose not to argue the point. Debating with a lunatic would only make him look insane himself.
"What secret?"
"Boss, we've got a spy among us."
Allen lowered his voice, looking extremely serious.
"A spy among us?"
Ra's al Ghul's gaze sharpened, his expression turning grim as he looked at Allen, waiting for him to explain.
Spy. Among us.
Hearing those words triggered Allen's peculiar thought process.
A knowing smile spread across his face as he said meaningfully, "I didn't expect you to be into Japanese specialties too, Boss. And the spy genre, no less. Turns out we're kindred spirits."
Listen to yourself—do you even hear what you're saying?!
Ra's al Ghul clenched his fists inside his sleeves, starting to wonder if he had lived too long and was losing his mind.
"Speaking of which, among the older generation, I recommend Teacher Tanaka and Teacher Okita. For the younger generation, there's Old Fukada and Teacher Yuzuriha. Unfortunately, none of them have done an uncensored series yet."
Once on this topic, Allen spoke like a seasoned driver with no brakes.
"Get out. I have work to do."
"Oh."
Seeing the murderous intent in Ra's al Ghul's dark expression, Allen obediently climbed back out through the window—still refusing to use the door.
Holding his head in his hands, Ra's al Ghul couldn't bear to look. He decided he would go pick up his two promising recruits himself, using the trip as an excuse to clear his mind.
If he had to deal with this lunatic any longer, he feared his anger might trigger the side effects of the Dionesium Factor.
"By the way, Teacher Hotaru's work isn't bad either, though she's getting up there in age—"
"GET OUT!"
Allen popped his head back in for one last comment, only to be met with Ra's al Ghul's furious roar.
That night, the Demon's Head left the Snow Mountain Base.
Meanwhile, in his room, Allen was applying ointment to his face when he suddenly slapped his thigh.
"I forgot to tell Boss about the HYDRA spy! Oh well, we're all men here—who hasn't watched adult films?"
By the next morning, he had completely forgotten about it.
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[Character]: Allen (1/10)
[Class]: Level 30 Rogue
[Skills]
Lv5 Weapon Mastery: +5 Accuracy, +5 Strength
Lv1 Shadow Blade: Increases speed and damage by 10% per level.
Shadow Stealth: Actively enter stealth mode; automatically exits upon attacking or taking damage.
Shadow Will: While in stealth, ambushes deal double damage.
Grappling Claw: Equips a secondary weapon, a grappling claw, allowing climbing up to 20 meters.
[Time]: 1981, League of Assassins.
[Requirement]: Reach Level 120 in current class to return to original timeline.
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Without the Demon's Head overseeing things, the Snow Mountain Base descended into chaos within ten days.
As Allen gained combat experience and leveled up to 30, even Nyssa and Talia combined might not be able to defeat him.
An unrestrained lunatic was a terrifying force to deal with.
At the cafeteria, warriors were suddenly foaming at the mouth mid-meal.
Allen proudly stepped forward, claiming responsibility.
"I personally prepared this fine Chinese cuisine for everyone. Thoughtfully added some Chinese toothpaste for an authentic experience."
Or, for example, he sprinkled chili powder inside people's drying underwear—calling it vigilance training.
BANG!
"ALLEN, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
A warrior, covered head to toe in filth, stormed through the base with a sharp blade, searching for Allen.
"You have every right to be angry, but calm down first," Nyssa called out from a distance, too overwhelmed by the stench to approach.
Others in the base cast sympathetic glances at the poor guy, relieved it wasn't them.
The lunatic had set up firecracker traps in the outhouse—and this unfortunate soul had triggered one.
"You want me to calm down? It didn't happen to you! I swear, today either he dies or I do!"
Hearing his subordinate's furious roar, Nyssa didn't know what to do.
Honestly, she regretted ever bringing this guy back.
She hadn't rescued an asset—she had brought home a ticking time bomb.
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"What's going on here? Why so lively?"
Allen walked around the corner, stuffing his mouth full of bananas, cheeks puffed out as if someone might snatch them away.
"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"
The warrior lunged at him.
"Hold on—calm down. Don't come any closer."
The other warriors drew their weapons, watching in horror.
They weren't protecting Allen—they just didn't want to get splattered with shit.
Unfazed, Allen continued stuffing bananas into his mouth. He forced down an oversized bite, his throat bulging as he swallowed.
Gulp!
He managed to get it down, though his face turned pale in the process.
Why didn't he choke to death on the spot? Many had the same thought.
"Oh yeah, I just remembered—there were two firecracker traps."
BANG!
"AHHH! ALLEN, I'LL KILL YOU!"
Just as he spoke, another unlucky soul triggered a trap.
Suddenly, the sound of hurried footsteps approached.
Talia, covered in filth, locked eyes on Allen and ordered, "Everyone, kill Allen."
"YES!"
They had been waiting for this order for far too long.
Finally, someone with authority had given them permission.
Dozens of murderous glares fixated on Allen, ready to tear him apart.
"Hidden weapon!"
Allen casually tossed a banana peel at the feet of the charging warrior, then gleefully turned and ran, laughing, "Hehehe… Catch me if you can!"
"Kill him!"
"Stab him!"
"Drown him in the latrine!"
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Medical Bay
Chelsea was grinding herbs when she heard the chaos outside.
Sighing, she muttered, "Haven't seen the base this lively in years. Allen is truly an interesting little rascal."
The base used to be lifeless, bound by rigid rules.
Lately, it had become absurdly lively.
BANG!
Just as Chelsea was reminiscing, someone crashed through her window, smashing the herbs she had just prepared.
Seeing all her hard work go to waste, Chelsea's anger flared. She grabbed a pestle and growled through clenched teeth,
"A lunatic is a lunatic. No amount of psychological counseling will help—only physical therapy will do!"
The seventy-year-old healer decisively joined the hunting party.