Multiverse’s End

Chapter 27: Chapter 027 – Fully Equipped and Ready to Go

Translator: Exodus Tales

Editor: Exodus Tales

Wesley spent the entire night catching 1000 rats. In reality, he didn’t do much. He just followed Cross’s instructions and bought a large amount of peanut butter from the supermarket.

Compared to the richly flavored cheese, rats preferred peanut butter!

Wesley drove a garbage truck to the city’s sewer, covering the bin in a special mixture of peanut butter that drew in an endless number of rats.

The special ingredient in the peanut butter was ammonium nitrate, a colorless and odorless ammonium salt that was an essential component in military explosives. It was an extremely insensitive explosive, more insensitive than C4.

These rats that consumed peanut butter would become fearless warriors for peace when they were triggered by the timed bombs and would make a clean sweep of the Fraternity’s base.

Wesley took a bath the moment he got back. The odor of peanut butter mixed with the stench of the sewer was revolting, and Wesley would have scrubbed off his skin if it had been possible.

Luo Su, Cross, and Fox began to equip the rats. They first drugged these unwilling creatures and then tied timed miniature explosives to them.

Wesley joined once he was done with his bath. The four of them working together were extremely efficient, and they needed only two hours to finish.

They just needed to wait for the rats to wake up, and then they would drive the garbage truck to the Fraternity’s base: the No. 17 Textile Mill!

Cross had waited a very long time for this day. He took out a blueprint of the Textile Mill and began to explain the details of his plan to the other three.

He had truly made ample preparations. The blueprint was covered in notes and marks for special areas. This included sniping spots and blind spots, the load-bearing areas of the building, and the ideal points to detonate explosives.

He had even marked which load-bearing walls could be turned into bookshelves, and the best place to dig up fountains were.

Fox had a rather unpleasant expression. This was because she saw that her bedroom consisted of four load-bearing walls and had been modified from the floor’s toilet. Even if there was an earthquake, it would be very hard to bring down the building.

The No. 17 Textile Mill was a building from the last century, but just because it was old didn’t mean that it was in poor condition. On the contrary, the Textile Mill was extremely sturdy and an excellent fortress that would make many modern buildings blush in shame.

The 1000 rats would find it very hard to flatten this building. Cross was well aware of this, and his main goal with the rats was to sow chaos.

The best time to fish was when the water was muddy!

The Fraternity had many men, while Cross only had three men and one woman. Killing all of the Fraternity wasn’t realistic. His primary goal was to kill Sloan and the core members. Without these top-class assassins, the rest of the assassins were just foul yams and rotten eggs, nothing to be afraid of.

Since they were attacking the Fraternity’s main base, relying on four handguns, was unrealistic. Cross opened up his personal armory and allowed Luo Su and the others to arms themselves with whatever they liked.

Cross went to the battlefield lightly equipped. His mission was to be the sniper and control all the vantage points in the Textile Mill, covering Luo Su and the others as they went in. Thus, besides his usual Magnum Baby Eagle II, he only brought a specially modified sniper rifle, which appeared to be an M24.

Fox had lost her beloved modified M1911 in the battle with Luo Su. She wasn’t used to using other guns, so she chose to take two M1911 handguns, holstering them beneath her left and right armpits.

Considering the numerous tight corridors in the Textile Mill, she also chose a submachine gun, which she placed on her back.

The melee battle with Luo Su had left a dark shadow on her heart, so she also tied a long dagger to the back of her lower leg and put on knee pads. On top of her tightfitting black clothes, she wore a bulletproof vest, and on that of that, she wore camouflage gear.

This valiant and formidable figure was extremely attractive, and Wesley felt a little hard.

Wesley took an M9+ submachine gun, a bulletproof, and camouflage gear, dressing up just like Fox. Perhaps he believed that this would make them seem like a couple.

In truth, a bulletproof vest wasn’t that useful in battle. If one was shot by a bullet, even if the bullet didn’t kill them, the impact of the bullet would shatter bones and flesh. But wearing one would increase confidence, and it would also save one from the unfortunate fate of dying to ricochet.

It was Luo Su’s turn next. He chose to wear a pitch-black tactical uniform and completely wrapped his body in armor: helmet, vest, boots, knee pads, gloves, gas mask, and even goggles.

He holstered M9s on his left and right and an M4A1 on his back. On his belt, he placed a flashbang, a dagger, nylon rope, a contractible truncheon, a bag of miscellaneous tools, an emergency kit, and extra ammo magazines. He also placed grenades in his pocket at the back of his waist and in his leg pockets. In his hands, he held a Remington M870 shotgun.

Cross and the others were struck dumbed. Luo Su could be said to be armed to the teeth and could probably fight on an actual battlefield.

“What…what are you doing?”

Cross swallowed. They were assassins, not special forces. Was there any need to go so far?

Luo Su dropped the visor on his helmet so that only his eyes could be seen. He waved around the shotgun and declared, “In front of a shotgun, all living things are equal!”

“Who the hell asked you that…” Cross was speechless. “What I mean is that we’re not going to war, so there’s no need to wear so much.”

“No, we’re going to war!”

Luo Su shook his head, speaking in an indisputable tone. “I really don’t know what to say about you guys. Assassins running around with ideas of chivalry in your heads? Are the Fraternity assassins going to challenge us one-on-one, or are they going to rush up at us together? What happens if we don’t bring enough weapons? Are we going to pick up and use theirs?”

These were very reasonable words. Fox and Wesley glanced at each other before equipping themselves like Luo Su. One had to admit that after getting fully equipped, one felt a lot more at ease.

Seeing the other three dressed up in pitch-black special forces uniforms, Cross helplessly put on a black bulletproof vest, truly becoming like a special forces police officer.

“If we paint ‘S.W.A.T.’ in white on our backs, would Sloan surrender as soon as he saw us?”

Luo Su maliciously said, but while Wesley seemed to consider the notion, the other two pretended to ignore him.

“Alright, let’s be serious. Who’s driving the garbage truck?”

The garbage truck was packed with rats, and their explosive salvo made up the first part of the plan. This would have major effects on how the rest of the plan proceeded, and an error could not be afforded.

“Luo Su, you…”

“Sorry, I suddenly remember that my driver’s license expires today. As a law-abiding and highly-qualified driver, I must refuse driving any cars, even bicycles.”

The one leading the charge was the one most likely to be focused on by the enemy, so Luo Su firmly refused.

Cross rolled his eyes. Not wanting to mess around with Luo Su and not wanting to risk his son, he gave the mission to Fox. She nodded in confirmation as if this was an ordinary mission.

As someone determined to die, whether or not a mission was dangerous was utterly meaningless!

Fox was no fool. In the face of all the evidence Cross had produced, she instinctively sensed that Sloan was the real traitor, and she also knew that there was a high chance her own name had appeared in the Loom.

Her convictions had crumbled away. The only reason she had yet to commit suicide was so that she could avenge herself and all the innocents who had been killed on Sloan.

It wasn’t Wesley’s style to have his goddess face danger alone. He volunteered to join Fox, and no matter how much Cross tried to convince him otherwise, he stubbornly persisted.

Had the loser suddenly found his backbone?

No, he was just carrying out his duty as a lapdog!