I’m In Charge of SCP

Hundreds of thousands of dollars, although not an astronomical figure, is quite a lot for ordinary people.

In the site14 invasion incident, Zhang Jue and Yang Xue thwarted the enemy's plot and indirectly prevented the nuclear bomb from detonating. The foundation only rewarded them with 5 million RMB each.

After Zhang Jue donated by mistake, he is still brooding over this matter until now.

But on this night, he did not hesitate to put all his chips out, and he bet on a player who was bound to lose.

It can only be said that Zhang Jue has never played his cards according to the routine.

Some things, which you think are important, are worthless to him.

There are some things that you don't think are important, but he fights for everything.

Stevenson was so startled by Zhang Jue that he couldn't speak, thinking that this consultant Zhang was really not an ordinary person.

The last finale match was quite tense. The two players fought fiercely for half an hour and both fell to the ground.

The player Zhang Jue placed his bet on fell down for a second, regretting losing.

He also lost all his money as he wished.

Stevenson saw that Zhang Jue was relieved.

It seems that the money must be lost.

If you knew this earlier, you wouldn't win in the first place, okay?

But of course he couldn't say that.

He just felt that this young oriental man had a unique sense of mystery. Everything he said and everything he did could not be deduced with common sense.

like now.

After the last boxing match, the audience began to leave.

Zhang Jue pulled him and sat on the seat, as if waiting for something.

Stevenson tactfully did not ask.

Sure enough, after a few minutes, when the crowd dispersed, the waiter appeared in front of them again.

"Gentlemen,

Our boss pleases. "

Boss please?

Stevenson gave Zhang Jue a surprised look.

Obviously it was the first time he came here, or he led him the way. When did Consultant Zhang know the boss here?

Thinking of Zhang Jue's strange behavior before, Stevenson suddenly realized.

This consultant Zhang is using the hundreds of thousands of dollars as a stepping stone.

Winning seven games in a row, but losing in the last game.

The purpose of his coming here tonight is not to watch a boxing match, let alone to win money, the only purpose is to meet the boss here!

Stevenson looked at Zhang Jue's back.

I finally know why he was able to become a foundation consultant at such a young age.

The seemingly tricky method is actually knowledge, courage, and courage, all of which are indispensable.

And it took a bit of luck for the boss to see his intentions and agree to see him.

However, Stevenson had no doubt that even if the boss didn't want to see him, Consultant Zhang must still have a backup.

The two followed the waiter all the way and descended to the fourth floor underground.

Stevenson has been here many times, but this is the first time he knows that there is a hidden snow area here.

The waiter knocked on the door of a room and let the two of them in.

Zhang Jue and Stevenson entered the huge room.

A white man in his 40s or 50s was lying in a chair with his legs resting on the desk in front of him, with a cigar in his mouth.

Standing behind him was a tall, burly man with a bare upper body, not so much his bodyguard, but more like a black boxer.

Seeing Zhang Jue and Stevenson come in, he smoked a cigar.

"You want to see me?"

Stevenson took a look, no surprises, the person in front of him should be the underground king here.

He is a Foundation agent, and he usually hides in the crowd, so he is a little uncomfortable being exposed to the eyes of others.

The most important thing is that the opponent's aura is very strong.

Probably because he is used to being a superior person, and his words have a certain power.

Stevenson took a sneak peek at Zhang Jue, and saw the young consultant sniff his nose and said with a smile, "Boss, your cigarettes must be fake."

"Cough cough cough—"

The boss obviously didn't expect his first question to be such an answer.

He coughed a few times, and looked at Zhang Jue coldly: "Boy, you won a few rounds by mistake, and then lost all of them in the end, right?"

He was sitting, while Zhang Jue and Stevenson were standing, but they completely suppressed them in terms of momentum.

But who is Zhang Jue? He looked left and right, and under Stevenson's surprised gaze, he pulled out a chair from a corner, placed it in the center of the room, and sat on it.

In this way, he was face to face with the boss.

Regarding the question raised by the boss, Zhang Jue shrugged his shoulders: "Boss, as far as the boxers you are looking for, as long as they don't fight fake fights, don't say much, I can predict exactly eleven times if they fight ten times."

"Pfft."

Hearing what Zhang Jue said was interesting, Stevenson couldn't help laughing.

He is professionally trained, and he generally doesn't laugh unless he can't help it.

The boss didn't think it was a good joke, so he narrowed his eyes: "Boy, you came to my place just to make a joke for your life."

"Of course not." Zhang Jue said, "I just have a question I want to ask, and I'll leave after asking, and I won't stay any longer."

The boss blew a smoke ring: "I don't care about hundreds of thousands of dollars, just to ask a question, am I stupid, or are you stupid?"

Zhang Jue said with a smile: "This just shows my sincerity."

After Zhang Jue finished speaking, the boss looked him over again.

It is impossible to fake this emotion without being afraid.

The boss didn't see the slightest bit of fear in Zhang Jue's eyes.

This young man does not seem to be simple.

"Tell me, what's your problem?" he said.

"Will Smith." Zhang Jue said, "Have you heard of this name before?"

"so what?"

"I know he is a famous boxer here, I want to know where he is now."

"Heh, are you kidding me?" The boss sneered, as if he heard the funniest joke in the world, "Although he punches me here, I'm not his nanny, so how would I know where he went? He missed my boxing match, and I haven't settled with him yet."

"I know that you will provide him with a shelter to ensure the safety of the boxer, so that the boxer will work for you." Zhang Jue stared into the eyes of the boss, "Tell me, where is this place."

The boss's face darkened instantly: "Where did you hear about this?"

It turns out there really is!

Zhang Jue was ecstatic in his heart, but he didn't show it at all on his face: "Don't worry about it, I just want to find him."

"Since you know there is such a place, you should know the meaning of its existence." The voice of the boss became colder, and a murderous look emanated from him, "Do you think I will tell you? Or, you Think I'll let you out of this room?"

As soon as the boss finished speaking, the bodyguard behind him walked under the light.

A height of more than 1.9 meters and a weight of more than 290.

When you stand far away, you don't feel it, but when you get close, you will feel very oppressive.

Seeing that things seemed to be getting out of control, Stevenson, who had been silent all this time, walked up to Zhang Jue.

"Consultant Zhang, I'll deal with him, you go first."

Stevenson's words are righteous, and it seems that he has already made up his mind to die heroically for the leadership.

However, Zhang Jue didn't accept his affection at all.

Pull him aside.

"Hey, hey, it's almost over. I waited all night and I didn't find a bastard who didn't have eyes. Finally, one came to my door by myself. Don't snatch it from me, okay."