I’m In Charge of SCP

Things gradually became interesting.

Originally, Zhang Jue's main purpose in coming to Mei Country was actually to find Yang Xue.

Finding Smith's whereabouts was just a drop in, and it was a favor to Simmons.

Unexpectedly, there was an accidental discovery.

The mysterious man seemed to be able to predict the occurrence of some things. Zhang Jue already had a few rough guesses about his identity, but he still needed to find a chance to verify it.

And he is also very interested in what Smith has in hand.

It must be very important to attract so many powerful people to chase him down, even the big bosses in the underground world like DuPont dare not protect him.

Although I don't know if it's useful, it did arouse Zhang Jue's overflowing curiosity.

For the next two days, Zhang Jue would go out whenever he was free.

But no new clues were found.

The man Smith seemed to have disappeared from the world completely.

But Zhang Jue knew that he would not disappear, nor could he hide somewhere.

Because he was seriously injured.

He will definitely go buy medicine and bandages.

Therefore, Zhang Jue's destinations are usually those humble pharmacies and clinics.

Just show the salesperson the fake FBI ID that the Foundation forged, and they will obediently tell him whether anyone has come to purchase related items recently.

Philadelphia is very big, doing this is like finding a needle in a haystack, but Zhang Jue never tires of it.

In this way, three days were wasted, and nothing was expected.

Zhang Jue also gave up this extremely inefficient approach.

He planned to relax himself, so he took the time to visit XXXX Bank - the automatic reply email Simmons received said that there was a gift for him, which was placed here.

There was nothing left and right, so Zhang Jue came to see if he could get some clues from it.

As for why he didn't come at the first time,

It's not a bullshit trick, it's simply forgotten.

It was already afternoon when he came to the bank.

The weather was gloomy and the wind was howling.

Winters in Philadelphia are very cold.

Zhang Jue wrapped himself in a coat and entered the bank lobby.

It's getting late, and there are still ten minutes before the staff will get off work.

There are not many people working inside, sitting scattered in various windows, a few staff members are chatting and paddling, waiting for the bell to ring off work.

When he walked into the bank, he met an old man reeking of alcohol.

Walking crookedly, almost fell when going up the steps.

Zhang Jue helped him, and the two entered the bank together.

Zhang Jue went to the lobby manager and explained his purpose.

Just when the lobby manager wanted to take him to the locker,

A few strong men with hoods rushed in.

"Everyone is not allowed to move!"

"Hold your head with your hands!"

"Squat! Squat!"

Seeing the guns in their hands, everyone panicked,

There were screams one after another.

The leading strong man fired a few shots at the ceiling: "Quiet! Quiet the fuck!"

This time, no one dared to speak out.

They all followed the gangster's instructions and squatted down, covering their heads with their hands.

There were five gangsters in total, all holding submachine guns in their hands.

Looks like a veteran of bank robbery.

After controlling the scene, a gangster went to put down the rolling shutter door of the bank.

Another shot in the head a worker who was trying to surreptitiously press the siren.

The bandit leader looked at the staff at the counter.

"Money belongs to the country, but your life belongs to you. You'd better think clearly before doing anything!"

Zhang Jue stood in the corner, clutching his forehead, a little helpless.

I have probably been unlucky recently, and I will encounter this kind of bullshit everywhere I go.

When you go back at night, you must set up an incense hall and burn some paper money to drive away all bad luck.

He was thinking about all these things, when a gangster found him still standing, pointed a gun at him and said, "You! What are you doing! Squat down!"

The old man he helped tugged at his trousers, signaling him to squat down and not to confront the robbers head-on.

Zhang Jue smiled at him and shook his head.

"The ones who bother you most about robbery have no technical content at all."

He grunted and walked over to the robber.

"What do you want to do?!" Seeing that the momentum was wrong, the robber said vigilantly, "If you come again, I will shoot!"

"If you want to shoot, you can shoot. How can you tell others before you shoot? You are a bitch, are you scared?" Zhang Jue approached him while talking.

When the other robbers heard this, instead of responding, they laughed.

The bandit leader frowned and said, "Don't make extra trouble."

The robber became angry from embarrassment, stared into Zhang Jue's eyes, and said darkly, "I'll kill you!"

Then he pulls the trigger.

Then he realized that he couldn't move.

There seemed to be a magic in the eyes of that damned young man.

Seeing him walking towards him step by step, he couldn't even move his fingers.

The other companions were still laughing.

He was in a panic.

He couldn't even ask his companions for help.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zhang Jue just strolled around like that, walking up to the robber step by step.

Instead of firing, the robber kept his posture motionless, as if frightened.

At this time, the robbers finally realized the problem, and all pointed their guns at Zhang Jue.

Looking at them, Zhang Jue sighed.

"The law and order of Dameijian is really a problem."

...

Half an hour later, the police arrived late.

When they violently opened the rolling shutter door of the bank, the five robbers had all been subdued. Their hands and feet were tied, and they were wearing headgear, and they were detained in the hall by the bank staff.

The police took over immediately.

Seeing this strange situation, the captain at the head said in amazement: "Who can tell me what's going on?"

Has work been so easy these days?

A courageous bank employee replied: "These people came to rob the bank, a young man subdued them and called the police."

"One person, subdue all the gangsters?" The captain seemed a little unbelievable.

Another staff member also said: "It's just one person, but we didn't see the specific process clearly."

The captain looked around: "Where are the others?"

"It's right there." The staff member looked into the corner of the hall, but found that the place was empty, "Eh? You were still here just now, when did you leave?"

...

At this moment, Zhang Jue was humming and walking in an alley.

The cold wind howled, and the tone in his mouth was a bit old.

"My family lives on the high slope of the loess ~, the strong wind blows from the slope, whether it is Li Yuchun or Zeng Yike, they are all my brother and my brother—whether it is Xinchun brother or Bai Zeng brother, bless me to pass the exam and not fail the exam—— "

He stopped at the corner of the alley, stopped singing, and seemed to be waiting for something.

Sure enough, two minutes later, a lame old man came from the other direction.

It was the one Zhang Jue helped up at the bank gate.

Seeing Zhang Jue, he was slightly taken aback.

"Hello." Zhang Jue said with a smile, "Should I call you Grandpa, or Will Smith?"