I’m In Charge of SCP

After the two punched each other, they both maintained their respective postures without moving.

But after a few seconds, Spencer's arm seemed to lose its strength, and it fell vertically, dangling beside him.

The next second, Spencer clutched his arm and let out a cry of pain. It seemed that the punch he had just faced with Zhang Jue had caused him great damage.

what happened?

Both the boss and Stevenson looked at Zhang Jue in horror.

How did he do that?

"You are cheating!"

The boss shouted at the first time.

"Hiss - ho -"

Zhang Jue breathed out pretentiously, and performed a Tai Chi retraction gesture before returning to his normal standing posture.

He waved his fist: "It's all fleshy, how can it be considered cheating."

The boss was at a loss for words for a while, because he didn't know how Zhang Jue did it.

As far as Spencer's body is concerned, even if he punched the steel plate, his entire arm would not be abolished.

Zhang Jue clenched his fists.

Sure enough, after 682's tempering, his body is already very strong, and if he continues to develop like this, sooner or later he will be invulnerable to weapons—or quantitative changes will lead to qualitative changes, and he may reach a more terrifying level.

But these are things for later.

Zhang Jue looked at the boss and pointed at Spencer who was rolling on the ground: "You'd better call the medical staff right away, the bones in his arm are all broken, don't even think about punching in the future, let's see if he can fly Bar--"

The boss looked at Zhang Jue with stern eyes, finally picked up the phone on the table, and yelled a few times.

After a few minutes, several staff members came here and worked together to lift Spencer away.

Zhang Jue didn't feel guilty about killing an ordinary person with one punch.

This is the case with black boxing, unless you are better than others, it is common to kill and injure.

who died at the fist of this Spencer,

Presumably there will be no less.

Zhang Jue looked at the boss again: "How about it, I won, can you answer my question now?"

"You raised the conditions just now, and I didn't agree to you." The boss snorted, "Besides, who said you won?"

He clapped his hands, and a dozen bodyguards in black with pistols filed in from outside the door, surrounding Zhang Jue and Stevenson.

Stevenson looked around vigilantly, thinking about the escape route in his mind. As a foundation agent, he had encountered such a scene before, but at this time he had to protect Zhang Jue, and the situation was a bit troublesome.

Stevenson looked at Zhang Jue, trying to determine the next step with his eyes.

However, Zhang Jue sighed.

"Stevenson, I didn't say that you guys are too loose on gun control. I have been in Meiguo for less than 24 hours. Today is the second time someone pointed a gun at me. My mood very bad."

Stevenson was a little dumbfounded, thinking that at this time you still have the mind to complain about the law and order in Meiguo, where you come to fight black fists, how about that? Besides, these two incidents were not all caused by you.

The boss hid behind those bodyguards and sneered, "So what if you're in a bad mood?"

"Brother Jue is very angry, and the consequences will be serious."

Zhang Jue just finished speaking.

All the bodyguards with guns covered their heads and ran around, as if they saw something terrible, which scared them out of their wits.

what happened?

Stevenson and the boss were once again shocked by what happened before them.

Needless to say, Zhang Jue was responsible for all of this.

Stevenson looked at Zhang Jue's back.

In the few hours they've known each other, the consultant has been refreshing his knowledge.

Outside the hotel, Zhang Jue clashed with the FBI, and Stevenson thought he was a leader who would only cause trouble.

Later, Zhang Jue performed a series of analyzes in the hotel, showing his meticulous logical thinking ability.

After coming to the boxing venue, he showed his insight and courage.

Just punching, what he showed was his skill.

So now, this group of bodyguards fell to the ground for unknown reasons, completely losing their fighting power. This is his trump card!

He must have some kind of super power, or some SCP item on him!

Bosses are equally aware of this.

This young man dared to come to see him, and he really had something to rely on.

But even though all the bodyguards were intimidated by Zhang Jue's terrifying projection, he still sat calmly behind the desk.

Those who can rule the world in this underground world are by no means easy.

Five minutes later, the affected bodyguards gradually returned to normal, but they no longer dared to point their guns at Zhang Jue.

I don't know what they went through during that period of time.

Seeing their distressed appearance, the boss said angrily: "A bunch of useless things, get out of here!"

The bodyguards seemed to have received an amnesty, and they all left the room without daring to look at Zhang Jue again.

In the huge room, only Zhang Jue Stevenson and the boss were left.

"How is it?" Zhang Jue looked at the boss and said, "Can you answer my question now?"

"Well, I'm willing to admit defeat, and I can tell you where Smith is hiding."

A good one is willing to bet and admit defeat.

Even Stevenson sneered this time. If Consultant Zhang hadn't broken the game twice, probably the two of them would go out sideways from here tonight.

The boss continued: "I'm just saying my ugly words first, Smith is no longer there, and it's useless if you go."

"Whether it's useful or not is my business, you just tell me."

The boss snorted, tore a piece of paper from the notebook on the table, picked up a pen and wrote an address on it.

"Go here and find a man named Henry, he will take you there."

Stevenson looked at him, stepped forward to take the note, and handed it to Zhang Jue.

Without even looking at it, Zhang Jue stuffed the note into his pocket and clasped his fists together: "I'm bothering you tonight, please leave."

The boss looked at him: "Aren't you afraid that I'll just write something to lie to you?"

"It's useless to be afraid, and I can't verify it now." Zhang Jue said with a smile, "But I believe in your character, boss. You can see that you are just like me at first glance. You are an honest and kind person, and you shouldn't lie. Am i right?"

The boss let out a sigh. He has lived for so many years, and Zhang Jue is the first person to use the word "integrity and kindness" to describe him.

"Boy, you are interesting. I have made you a friend." The boss said, "You can report my name when you go out in the future——Randall Dupont."

"OK, I hope that when I eat KFC, I can get a discount." Zhang Jue said with a smile, "My Chinese name is Zhang Jue, and my English name is juezhang. Have you ever played mahjong? Card."

...

After Zhang Jue and Stevenson left, the boss slammed the table.

It's the first time he's been forced to this point by a young man for so many years, and it's impossible to say he's not angry.

At this time, a shadow suddenly appeared on the background wall behind him.

The shadow gradually became clear, turned into the shape of a person, and finally walked out from the wall.

It was an old man with long beard and long hair, leaning on a long staff in his hand.

In terms of image, it's like Gandalf in "The Lord of the Rings".

At the level of DuPont, ordinary bodyguards can no longer guarantee their safety, because they can already vaguely come into contact with the unusual side of this world.

So when he saw that Zhang Jue possessed a certain ability, his attitude changed immediately, and he told Zhang Jue Smith's address.

Because he knew that ordinary people could no longer compete with that young man.

DuPont looked at the old man: "Is he also from your world?"

The old man thought for a moment, then shook his head: "The power system is different. I have never seen the energy conversion method in him."

Dubang snorted, "It's very powerful anyway, isn't it?"

The old man nodded slowly.

Du Pont said: "If you two fight each other, what are your chances of winning?"

"This young man from the East has enormous energy in his body. Based on my observations of him, if the two of us fight without any scruples, the odds of winning are ten to ten."

"Ten zero? Then why didn't you make a move just now?"

The old man looked at DuPont with calm eyes: "Sir, don't make a mistake, he has a 100% chance of winning."