My obsession with role-playing seems to have distorted the world's aesthetic.

The foolish man said he didn't believe it. Could Snake, no matter how strong, take on an entire division by himself?

The foolish idea was indeed correct. Snake had no chance against an entire base of members. Just as Snake entered the base, he heard a loud shout: "Snake, you have betrayed the assassin class!"

Then came several more curses from the killer. Snake's expression changed upon seeing this, clearly realizing that his recent identity as a spy had been exposed.

All the assassins in the base came out in droves, and Snake felt his life was over when faced with this scene.

But the situation reversed in the next second. Snake, who thought he had no chance of surviving, stared in astonishment at the scene before him.

At this moment, he was stunned by the sight of the many assassins kneeling on one knee in front of him.

"Lord Snake, we are willing to pledge our allegiance to you."

"Foolish and wicked, spiders are useless, only you, Lord Viper, are the organization's hope!"

Hearing the sounds, Snake laughed loudly, "Good, good, you made the right choice."

Seeing this scene unfold, the fool's face turned ashen, his right fist clenched tightly. What on earth was going on with that base? How could it be that all the members were traitors?

Snake found pleasure in the pain of ignorance. He glanced at his men who wanted to follow him and immediately said, "Prepare the carriage. Let's find a safe place first."

Chapter 510: Lord Snake, the car is ready.

"Traitors, they're all traitors!"

At this moment, at the zoo headquarters, Gin was clearly in a bad mood towards his subordinates who had betrayed him, while in the real world, seeing this scene on the screen, Gin felt his eyes welling up with tears.

That's right, they're all traitors, they're all damn traitors.

Spies, undercover agents, useless traitors, double agents—besides these, how many normal people are left in the organization? How has the organization managed to survive until now?

Gin felt a bit tired. Assassins don't shed tears, but facing seemingly endless traitors, the renowned assassin Gin wouldn't stop.

After all... there's never just one undercover agent!

As the renowned assassin Gin braced himself, Snake's subordinates on the screen were still busy at work. Watching his loyal and devoted men, Snake forced himself to stay alert.

“Zoo executive Snake is dead. Now I am the leader of the members who have raised the sword of rebellion against the zoo from the Far East branch of the zoo, and the ringleader of the new organization, the Circus!”

Recalling the naming styles of the organizations he knew, Snake also chose a similar name.

"I'm Snake, the ringmaster of the circus! How could I possibly fall down here!"

As long as we don't stop, the road will keep spreading, and a counterattack on the zoo is just around the corner!

By the time Snake decided on the name of his new organization, his men were already preparing to escape what they needed.

After listening to Snake's inspiring speech, his most trusted deputy, former zoo member Ryder, said, "Boss, the car is ready."

"it is good."

Snake responded and prepared to leave, while Snake seemed lost in thought.

Since I'm no longer a member of the zoo, shouldn't I change my code name? Hmm, the code name I had before joining the zoo was pretty good.

Very well, from today onwards, I am Ryder, the Deathbringer.

Ryder thought this to himself but didn't change his expression, while many people in the real world frowned at this moment.

"I feel like I've seen this scene before."

Diablo muttered to himself as he watched the scene on the screen showing the location of Araki Manor. Meanwhile, on the screen, Snake, who had prepared a car, was heard leaving the base under Ryder's guidance.

"Hmm, where's the car?"

Snake paused for a moment, looking at the empty environment outside the base, and then nodded knowingly.

Look, the car has arrived.

A black luxury sedan, clearly worth a fortune, drove up from afar. Snake was displeased to see the car; his loyal subordinates had made such a mistake at this crucial moment.

This black luxury sedan looks like an old relic. What era are we living in? Can you even go far in this car?

Snake felt that his subordinates, who had betrayed him along with him, were loyal but seemed a little dim-witted, while Gin's eyes lit up in reality.

Ah, Snake lives the life I envy so much; I almost wish I could switch places with him.

The loyal subordinate was driving a black luxury car that suited his taste; it was a sight to behold.

"If only the people in the organization were as sensible as Snake's subordinate, the organization would surely have a brighter future."

Gin spoke slowly, and Vermouth glanced at him, thinking it best to remain silent for the time being.

It seems Gin was quite provoked; he's actually quite envious of Snake, who's about to be hunted down.

I had heard of that organization whose members were animals; after all, it wasn't a small organization, so it was naturally already on the organization's list.

With just a few people from one base facing the pursuit of an entire organization, haha, that Snake is bound to die a horrible death.

As Vermouth thought this, Gin looked at the circus members on the screen with an envious expression.

Look at the members of other people's organizations, ah, how loyal they are! I just want to be Snake, who is so loyal to his subordinates.

However, Gin's thoughts didn't last long. A black luxury sedan stopped across the road a short distance from Snake, and several assassins dressed in black opened the car doors and raised their guns.

Gunshots rang out at that moment, and Snake looked horrified as he watched the bullet hurtling towards him.

"Python, black fox, mountain eagle, water bear, you, you dare to betray me!"

Snake's tone was incredulous as he faced the four men who had opened fire. Meanwhile, Rider, who had escaped unscathed thanks to Snake's protection, sounded somewhat flustered, his flustered state replaced by deep disappointment at the actions of the four men.

"Commander, are you alright, Commander!"

And, pythons, what are you doing? How could you...?

Ryder was interrupted before he could finish speaking: "Excuse me, I am a spy, I am Python, a top agent of the Russian Foreign Intelligence Service."

The python spoke with pride, and the next second Black Fox replied coldly, "Black Fox, MI6."

"Mountain Eagle, a senior agent of the French General Directorate for External Security."

"Water Bear, NDS Agent."

The four slowly introduced themselves. Good heavens, they were all spies.

"You, you are all spies! Has that censor's brain been eaten by zombies? How could he let you into the organization!"

And what the hell is your Afghan National Security Agency doing in Japan? Does every organization need to plant a spy in our organization?

Snake pointed to the four people in front of him one by one, his right hand trembling slightly.

Upon seeing this, Gin, who had already identified with Snake, changed his expression: "What? They're all spies?!"

Thankfully, thankfully, there's still Ryder, who's as trustworthy as vodka.

As Gin uttered his self-comforting words, Vermouth looked at him with a strange expression; he had completely become one with Snake.

"Ryder, let's run!"

Faced with this scene, Snake immediately pulled the bullet out of his body, said something to Ryder behind him, and then prepared to turn and run.

However, his well-intentioned reminder was met with a cold blade; Ryder's dagger pierced Snake's heart in that instant.

“Rai, Rai…”

Snake looked somewhat bewildered; he never expected that even Ryder would betray him.

"I'm sorry, brother, but I'm actually a spy for the Danish Defence Intelligence Service."

Seeing Snake stabbed in the back, Ryder revealed his true identity.

It has shaken Gin for a whole year.

Seeing this scene before him, Gin instinctively stopped breathing. Oh, how awful.

This Snake, he really is someone I can relate to. You can't ignore traitors, otherwise, in a crucial moment...

Chapter 511: That's too bad, let's prepare to use the Heaven-Shattering Giant Love to bombard it.

If you don't cut the weeds at the root, they'll grow back in the spring. Snake is a lesson I need to learn, and it seems I need to step up my game.

Once we get back, we must intensify our efforts to eliminate spies!

Hmm, looks like I'll have to step up my game as a killer.

The renowned assassin Gin wouldn't back down at this moment; he couldn't sleep peacefully as long as the spy was still around.

Whenever Gin is seriously injured in battle, the thought that there is still a spy in the organization will rouse him.

The organization's spies haven't all been killed yet, how can I die in a place like this!

However, it would be great if his subordinates were as loyal to him as Snake's men; it was just a few exceptional cases who wanted to conspire to kill him.

He still has quite a few loyal subordinates, while he himself...

The only useful helpers are Bourbon, Gil, and a few others. Gin saw through Vermouth's mysticism; she just wanted to slack off.

As for the other members of the organization?

Ha, Vodka is too stupid to do anything precise, he can only drive himself.

Chianti and Cohen, these two pure Civil War gods, were quite good at killing organization spies, so how come their marksmanship suddenly turned into a master of missing the line when they could deal with outsiders?

That's so strange, I need to use my brain to figure it out.

Could these two guys be spies too?

Gin first used his usual way of thinking to posit the two outline masters as spies, but as Gin was pondering this, a voice on the screen interrupted his thoughts.

"Commander, what's wrong? Commander, what happened here?"

A young man stared in horror at the scene before him, and Snake, realizing that another of his men had arrived, coughed up blood and said:

"Cheetah, you've come at the right time. Your ability is to be immune to all attacks for a short period of time, right? Activate it now!"

Once activated, hurry to the base and get a doctor. Ryder's knife is suppressing my energy regeneration, and I couldn't move at all when I was stabbed. If this continues, I'll die of energy depletion in twenty-one days!

Oh, and don't just call the doctor, remember, remember to call more people, Ryder and the others betrayed the circus!

Snake coughed up blood every now and then, but the cheetah remained still and stood quietly, while the traitors pressed their advantage and rained bullets at Snake.

These bullets didn't actually do much damage to Snake; the most serious trauma he suffered came from Ryder's betrayal.

Where did Ryder get that weapon that blocks energy regeneration?