I’m In Charge of SCP

"I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP ()"!

The match between Hudson and Fang Tianlong is a collision of Chinese and Western cultures. The two are not in the same weight class, or even belong to the same sport.

The competition followed the rules of the contest between Chris and Chen Shangwu 20 years ago - no attack on the lower body or eyes, no weapons (boxing gloves allowed), other than that, there are no restrictions.

The game is divided into 5 rounds, and each round lasts 3 minutes. If one side loses combat power during the game, the other side wins immediately.

If the two sides fight fiercely to the end, a referee team composed of 12 international referees will score both players. Each effective attack will count one point, and the one with the highest score will win.

This rule seems fair, but the referee's scoring is very uncertain. Therefore, whether it is Chen Shangwu back then or Fang Tianlong today, the tactics formulated are to defeat the opponent within the game time.

This is also the best proof of CN Wushu.

The game is about to start, and the stands are already full of people.

Zhang Jue also returned to his seat.

At this time, a person sneaked over.

"Brother, there is no one next to you, can you let me sit down?"

Zhang Jue looked up, and saw that the other party was wearing a huge hard hat with a very strange shape.

This kind of competition is reserved for seats. This person obviously didn't buy a ticket, but somehow he slipped in.

Zhang Jue glanced at him, feeling a little strange, but he didn't say much, and stood up to make it easier for him to pass by.

There are only 5 minutes left before the start of the game.

Both sides enter the game.

Following the passionate introduction of the host, the audience burst into cheers.

Hudson is a newly promoted boxing champion and is deeply loved by the people of Meiguo, while Fang Tianlong represents the ceiling of oriental martial arts and has many supporters.

On the big screen, Fang Tianlong's expression was calm, as if he was not affected by the Li Rulong incident at all.

Zhang Jue nodded secretly.

This is the style of the master.

"fvck!"

There was a muffled curse.

Zhang Jue glanced to the side, and saw that the person sitting next to him just now had taken off his helmet, and there were many scars on his head, face and hands, old and new.

It's not the kind of scars that have been injured, it looks like they were accidentally bumped and touched, just like a blind person.

When he just took off the helmet, he missed it and accidentally hit his foot. He tried to pick up the helmet, but his head hit the chair in front of him again, causing him to scream in pain. He looked like an old wretch.

Zhang Jue glanced at him, and suddenly remembered a line of old Guo: pull the cart sideways and take one step at a time, yawn and drop your jaw, and eat sugar cakes to burn the back of your head.

Seeing Zhang Jue looking at him, the man seemed a little embarrassed.

He took out a bottle of Coke: "Man, do you want a drink?"

Zhang Jue instinctively stayed away from him: "Thank you, I drank just now."

"Then I won't be polite." The man chuckled and opened the Coke, but the Coke popped out all of a sudden.

He quickly blocked it with his mouth.

But there was too much foam, and it flowed directly from his nose and eyes.

Here came a two dragons playing in the water.

In the end, he couldn't take it anymore and vomited all over the floor.

The people around him all dispersed, looking at him with disdainful eyes.

Seeing his embarrassment, the corners of Zhang Jue's mouth twitched, thankful that he had the foresight.

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry." The man and the people around him apologized, then got up and left, probably wanting to go to the bathroom to clean up.

When he came out, he tripped over the chair again.

Zhang Jue wanted to reach out to help him, but suddenly had a bad feeling, so he forced himself not to move rashly.

That unlucky guy ate shit again, and then disappeared at the end of the corridor under the contemptuous eyes of everyone.

Zhang Jue looked at him, then at the big screen of the game, then narrowed his eyes and followed.

At the same time, Du Jingtian, who was sitting in the front row of VIP, answered the phone.

"Hey, it's me, yes, I'm here, okay, I see."

Then, he stood up and looked around.

The exclusive waiter next to him immediately bowed and asked, "Mr. Du, what do you need?"

Du Jingtian waved to him: "It's okay, I'll go to the bathroom."

Du Jingtian walked all the way to the outfield.

When he came to a place where there was no one, he took out another phone.

"Mr. Le, I'm in the boxing stadium right now, and something' happened' here."

Leshan's voice came from the other end: "Is there any special situation?"

"Yes." Du Jingtian said, "Things may be more troublesome, I think... there is no way for this match to go on."

"I see." Le Shan said, "Whatever you want, just go ahead and do it. If there is any problem, I will bear it."

"No." Du Jingtian said, "Mr. Le, I can't bear such a big burden. I have another candidate here."

"who?"

"Zhang Jue, Consultant Zhang."

"Oh? He's here too?" Le Shan laughed, "Well, it's not the first time we've cooperated anyway, so let him be the conductor."

...

The bell to start the game finally rang.

Hudson's fists collided, while Fang Tianlong cupped his hands.

A world war is about to begin.

Where people didn't notice, members of the two mtf teams also began to secretly infiltrate into the competition field.

At this moment, Zhang Jue was looking for the figure of that person in the bathroom.

"Where did it go?" He frowned, but he still couldn't find it.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his body.

He turned around and he saw another person, an old man.

The old man looked very old, about eighty or ninety years old, with gray hair and beard almost connected together.

He was dressed in shabby clothes, with a cloth bag slung across his right hand, looking like a homeless man.

Zhang Jue looked at him, and he also looked at Zhang Jue.

"Young man." The old man's voice sounded hoarse, "You are here."

Zhang Jue tilted his head.

"Old man, are you...waiting for me?"

"It can't be said to be waiting." The old man said, "I can't stay in one place for too long, I just came to find you."

All the hairs on Zhang Jue's body trembled, and a bad premonition lingered in his heart.

"Old man, don't you want to invite me to dinner? I'm really sorry. I recently lost weight and quit."

The old man shook his head slightly: "Young man, don't be nervous, I just want to ask you to do me a favor."

Zhang Jue asked, "What's the matter?"

"Please, kill me."

It was really an unheard of request, Zhang Jue snorted.

He didn't act rashly, because he could see that the old man was not joking.

He could feel that the old man exuded a dark aura all over his body.

The intensity of this breath is so high that he has only seen it on two people so far - one is SCP-343 (God) and the other is SCP-701-1 (The Hanged King).

Among them, SCP-343 is the strongest.

In addition to the intensity, the three breaths gave Zhang Jue a different feeling.

The breath on SCP-343 is chaotic and vague;

The hanged king's breath was dark red and bloody;

And the aura of this old man was dark and withered.

His body was like a lake that was about to dry up, lifeless.

Like a living dead.

"I know who you are."

Zhang Jue looked at the old man in front of him.

"Who I am is not important anymore." The old man sighed, "If you don't want a disaster to happen here, kill me quickly, or be killed by me."

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