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

Snake, who had already taken over a hundred bullets, glanced in the direction of the cheetah, ready to see what he had been running for months, but what he saw was a scene that made him question his existence.

The cheetah remained in its original spot without moving an inch, and what's even more outrageous is that it somehow managed to get a chair and some potato chips from somewhere.

At this moment, the cheetah, sitting in a chair with his legs crossed and holding potato chips in his arms, looked like he was watching a show, a scene that made Snake's heart ache with anger.

Faced with this scene, Snake questioned, "Cheetah, why are you just watching? Have you betrayed us too?"

“That’s right. I, Cheetah, have already sworn allegiance to the Israeli Mossad. If you die here, I, Cheetah, will extradite you to Israel to become a Mossad agent.”

Oh right, to give these colleagues a better chance of winning, let's throw in some trash talk to disrupt their mood. Ahem, wait a minute, let me adjust my thinking.

Snake, trash like you will only eat you out of the world. You're a complete waste, utterly hopeless.

The only meaning of your life is... Oh, right, I almost forgot you have no meaning to your life. Hmm, why do I always forget these things?

As the cheetah taunted him, Snake felt a sharp pain in his heart—it felt like a heart attack.

Meanwhile, in the real world, Gin, who had already assumed the identity of Snake, turned pale upon seeing this scene.

As Gin felt deeply agitated, Snake on the screen gritted his teeth and forcefully activated one of his abilities in the face of this situation.

With energy locked, using such a highly energy-consuming ability only hastens death. As a large amount of energy is consumed, countless spatial rifts are opened at this moment.

"Hmph, you still underestimate my mastery of space. I am Snake, the ringmaster of the circus!"

My loyal men will tear you traitors to shreds; the situation has changed now.

Circus warriors, draw your lightsabers!

As Snake finished speaking, a flash of light appeared, and dozens of circus members simultaneously brandished one of the zoo's latest technologies, the Light Blade, at Snake.

Snake, unaware of the gravity of the situation, was met with a frown from the python opposite him: "Snake, do you intend to rely on numbers to defeat us?"

"Kryptonite hahahaha, that's right, I, Snake, have never been a good person. The strength of the circus warriors is unmatched. Now let them unleash the whip of destruction upon you!"

As Snake finished speaking, the python shook its head and slowly said, "As expected of you."

The Black Fox, who had been silent all along, shook his head and said, "That's terrible. I'm going to use the Heaven-Shattering Giant Love to bombard it."

As soon as Black Fox finished speaking, hundreds of tank-like weapons appeared behind them, and Snake's expression changed upon seeing this.

"I need to regroup the troops."

Snake, realizing his team was too weak, said this, and a Protoss Archbishop in the theater felt as if he was being mocked.

A tribute, yes, all tributes.

Looking at this scene on the screen, Xia Qing thought to herself, "I didn't have any intention of 'breastfeeding' the Archbishop. It was the intelligence gathering place that made the move."

However, although the Archbishop's game strength is somewhat lacking, he is still very strong in the story. The idea of ​​needing to regroup troops indefinitely is simply not a reality.

As Xia Qing thought this, Gin saw this scene and nodded in satisfaction.

Yes, this is exactly what I wanted.

The assassins, along with their men, are facing... a tank corps?

Wait a minute, isn't something wrong? Why has the plot on the screen changed like this? What the heck is this tank legion?!

This was a battle they were destined to lose, but Snake's loyal men charged resolutely into battle.

The ladder to hope is forged from countless drops of blood.

With the help of his loyal and devoted subordinates who were willing to die for him, Snake escaped and recuperated, waiting for the day he could return.

Yay, I love this script.

At this moment, Gin had already imagined a bright future in his mind, and as Snake, he naturally hoped for a good ending.

Chapter 512: Gin: There's nothing to be afraid of anymore.

The perfect ending had already appeared in Gin's mind, and as he put himself in Snake's shoes, he seemed to see a delightful scene.

Snake, living in seclusion far from home, continued to build his power, waiting for the moment of his return.

He will return like lightning, on the path of survival forged by the blood of his loyal subordinates, the avenger will return from the storm.

His goal was to destroy... to destroy this tank corps.

Wait a minute, isn't this goal a bit too difficult?

By the way, what are those tanks on the screen? No matter how you look at them, they don't seem like the kind of things an assassin should be fighting!

Gin had already realized that something was wrong, and at that moment, Snake's power was fully activated on the screen, and in that instant, countless spatial rifts filled the sky.

The zoo's escapees have all assembled!

Now, it's time to launch our counterattack!

Snake's lips curled into a smile; he could almost see his men crushing those tanks.

"Let's go! Let them see the power of our circus!"

Snake spoke excitedly, but his men fell silent. A man around thirty years old said somewhat awkwardly:

"Actually, my real identity is an agent of the Bangladesh National Security Intelligence Service."

As the first person to reveal their identity stepped forward, Snake's loyal subordinates began to reveal their true identities one after another.

Good heavens, they have BRD, GIS, RAM, SYRBAR, FBI, ISI and all those other organizations.

There were also a bunch of people Snake didn't even recognize. Faced with this scene, Snake helplessly sat down on the ground.

"It's fake, it's all fake, it must be fake."

How could an organization possibly have so many spies? Does that make sense?

This is really unreasonable. It comes from all over the world. I know of spies in almost every organization, and I don't know of them.

What the hell are Bangladesh, Brunei, and Georgia, countries that have absolutely no connection to the organization, sending spies to it?!

It's fake. How could this be real? If it were real, how would our organization have survived until now?

Is this really a spy training center for countries around the world?

Snake shook his head, his eyes gradually becoming vacant; clearly, he couldn't accept this fact at all.

Faced with the devastating blow, Gin subconsciously stopped breathing, and the light in his eyes gradually faded. He seemed to see his own destiny in this Snake.

Gin, imagining that scene unfolding, quickly shook his head. How could that be? How could he possibly become like that?

What turned you into that? Was it the organization?

Looking at Gin's obviously abnormal state, Amuro Tooru thought to himself, "Sigh, they're all people who have it tough."

Organizations shouldn't exist in the first place. It's like how a cold-blooded and ruthless killer like Gin becomes like this within an organization.

Just now, Gin's eyes were bloodshot, and he was shaking his head in disbelief. Sigh, the organization has really done a lot of harm.

"Spy, spy, it's all a spy, it's fake, it must be fake, how is it possible, how could this be, hahaha, Ryder, aren't I very powerful?"

"I'm Snake, the ringmaster! I'm not stopping, are you, Ryder? Ryder!"

Just as Gin, embodying Snake, was about to collapse, Snake's voice on the screen pierced the fog like lightning, breaking through the chaos in his mind.

On the screen, watching Snakehead descend into madness, someone shook their head: "Give him a quick death."

In reality, Snake's words jolted Gin awake. Yes, a spy, and another spy!

As long as there is even one spy in the organization, I, Gin, cannot stop!

My goal, Gin... is not yet achieved!

I want to expel all the spies, leaving no one out of the Black Organization!

Death was the only fate for those spies!

Gin's eyes snapped open; his will had been forged and elevated through the trials of Snake's tragic ordeal.

Look me in the eye, Gin!

At that moment, Gin heard a hallucination; he seemed to hear Snake's voice.

With a determined look in his eyes as he watched Snake on the screen, Gin felt that he had nothing left to fear.

I need to continue to immerse myself in Snake's character, fully committing myself to the role.

Gin felt that Snake was a very compatible character with himself, and he wanted to use Snake's experiences to temper his will even more.

Besides, it probably can't get any worse now, right? Could it be worse than Snake's situation?

Meanwhile, without Gin noticing, Rena Mizunashi secretly dialed the number the Boss had given her earlier.

Boss, Gin has gone mad!

At this moment, Gin, whose eyes were bloodshot, kept hypnotizing himself, and soon he successfully entered Snake's body.

"Eek! Ahhhhh!"

At that moment, Snake, exhausted of energy, lay in a pool of blood on the screen. Seeing this, Ryder turned away expressionlessly.

Just then, several helicopters descended from the sky. Ryder calmly said, "The Japanese Public Security Zero Group should be here by now. Hmm, that other organization should have been notified before."

Denmark's welfare system seems pretty good. I'll go to Denmark with the help of my colleagues in Group Zero.

However, Ryder's wish was destined to be in vain. A young man on the helicopter saw Snake lying in a pool of blood and his expression changed. He immediately shouted, "Snake! What happened to you, Snake!"

Meanwhile, another member of Team Zero looked at the spies below with a grim expression: "You are suspected of assaulting public security agents. Come with us!"

The member spoke through gritted teeth, almost uttering each word slowly and deliberately. The rage in his voice was palpable to both the spies on the screen and the audience outside.

As Snake lay in a pool of blood, he used his last bit of strength to pull a small notebook from his pocket. As he pulled the notebook out with his right hand, his left hand slowly began to tear off his mask.

At this moment, mournful music begins to play, and Snake, lying in a pool of blood, appears especially desolate.

With stiff fingers, he flipped open the notebook, revealing Snake's true identity to everyone present.

Police Zero Group, Kurosawa Jin.

"That is......"

Looking at the two people on the screen, Amuro Tooru's expression changed in reality. He recognized those two; weren't they his subordinates?

The camera hadn't yet focused on the real name on the ID card, but Gin, now impersonating Snake, was deathly pale.

"I was the traitor myself?!"