I’m In Charge of SCP

B\u0026B at No. 34 Mineta Street.

Zhang Jue sat opposite Will Smith, who had resumed his normal attire.

Smith watched him warily.

Zhang Jue, on the other hand, looked at the place where he was staying.

This is a small five-storey building. When he first came up, he had carefully inspected it. There was no one living below. I don't know how Smith found it.

"How do you know it was me?"

Looking at each other for a moment, Smith asked, he thought his camouflage skills were not bad.

However, Zhang Jue didn't think so.

"The level of your disguise is too low. You want to use your lameness to cover up the injury on your leg, and you try to use the smell of alcohol to cover up the smell of blood on your body. This is a very failed approach. For professionals, the smell of blood It's really... um~ so unique, even if you have shit all over your body, I can tell it."

...

Will Smith really wants to say, even if I die, I won't do that.

Zhang Jue smiled: "And as soon as the police came, you left immediately, because you didn't want to make a statement, which would expose your identity. As for why you took the risk to go to that bank, it should be because you wanted to take the money you left for Simmons Something—if I'm not mistaken, it's money, right?"

Zhang Jue said a lot, which was basically true, but what made Smith more concerned was that Zhang Jue mentioned his friend.

"You know Simmons?" Smith asked.

"Yes, my name is Zhang Jue. I'm Simmons' colleague and a good friend." Zhang Jue said, "So it's about your friend, isn't it?"

Smith frowned: "Why did you come to me, you should know that I am in a very dangerous situation now."

Zhang Jue leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, and took a rest.

"Would you believe me if I said that I was here to help you out of danger?"

Zhang Jue's appearance was mysterious and unpredictable, and Smith couldn't see his depth.

But Smith knew that this young man was no ordinary person.

in the bank,

He made three strikes, five cuts and two cuts, and eliminated all the robbers with his bare hands.

The technique is clean and neat, even Smith at his peak cannot do it.

Of course, if it is in the jungle, it is another matter.

"So, come with me, I promise to take you to a safe place, and no one will hurt you." Zhang Jue followed the temptation.

Smith snorted: "Even if I believe you, do you have the ability?"

Smith knew that those who chased and killed him had deep backgrounds, and ordinary people couldn't stand it at all. Even DuPont couldn't protect him.

In other words, there is no place for him in the entire Mei country.

Zhang Jue was about to say something, but suddenly stopped.

Smith saw his ears move.

"Someone came up, two in the front and four in the back." Zhang Jue said, "I don't think they are your friends."

This is nonsense.

Smith frowned slightly.

Those people must have come to the door again, really haunted.

He is now hurting his right foot and can't use it at all.

He limped to his bedside, took out the pistol that had followed him for many years, walked to the side of the window, and looked down at the street below through the gap in the curtains.

"You still have time to leave now. Those robbers are not at the same level as these people. If you don't want to die, you'd better leave here immediately—"

Before Smith could finish his sentence, there were only two bangs, and Zhang Jue had already thrown the two of them in front of him.

Smith froze for a moment.

Can't understand what's going on.

Zhang Jue clapped his hands: "Only two were caught, and those four ran too fast. This kind of person is too sensitive to danger. Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger doesn't work at all. Next time, try to find a woman dressed as a woman, maybe can seduce them."

? ? ?

Smith had question marks all over his face.

He just took a gun, and the other party has already arrested him?

He looked at Zhang Jue in horror.

Who is this he|mother?

Zhang Jue waved his hand: "Don't look at me with such eyes. There are only zero and countless times in women's clothing. I will not sell my body|body."

Smith didn't quite understand what Zhang Jue said.

He just looked at Zhang Jue.

In the next second, Zhang Jue kicked him aside.

Windows shattered.

There was a bullet hole where he had been standing.

Zhang Jue looked into the distance from the broken window.

Smith was still in shock, and Zhang Jue murmured, "At least a thousand meters away, a good gun."

Sharpshooter!

At this moment, Zhang Jue was standing in front of the window, completely exposed to the enemy's sight.

Smith wanted to remind him, but he probably would never forget the next scene in his life.

A javelin appeared out of thin air in Zhang Jue's hand.

He took a few steps back in the room, took a run-up, and then held the javelin out in a very extreme posture.

The javelin pierced the glass, making a perfect arc through the air before disappearing from view.

Zhang Jue looked at the direction where the javelin flew out, and after a minute, he clapped his hands: "After practice, I'm sure it's more accurate this time, it's done."

According to what he meant, he held the javelin 1,000 meters away and hit the sniper?

Are you kidding me?

Smith suspected that Zhang Jue was lying to him.

"boom!!!"

There was an explosion.

Immediately afterwards, there was the rumbling sound of the helicopter.

In the field of vision, two helicopters descended slowly from the sky, keeping the altitude just right at his window.

Two big men in black held bazookas in their hands and fired them into the room.

"Run!"

Smith yelled.

Two rockets were fired, and the whole room had to be blown up.

However, Zhang Jue did not dodge or evade, and a black long knife appeared in his hand.

Swish twice.

Two rockets exploded in midair.

The flames burst into the sky.

Smith was stunned. Is this a movie?

Movies don't dare to shoot like this!

Seeing that the rockets were useless, the people on the helicopter immediately replaced them with two heavy machine guns.

The sound of "chug chug" came.

The floor of the room was almost sieved, and Smith survived by hiding in the blind corner of his vision.

He took a moment to glance at the window.

The long knife in Zhang Jue's hand turned into a huge shield, enveloping him in it.

The bullets of the machine gun hit it, making a dull sound, which could not penetrate the defense at all.

Half a minute later, the shooting outside still hadn't stopped, and Smith heard Zhang Jue curse, "It's not over, is it?"

The shield instantly turned into a heavy machine gun.

The bullet from the enemy shot into Zhang Jue's flesh and blood immediately, but he was not affected at all.

Zhang Jue pulled the trigger in his hand.

Like Stallone, holding a heavy machine gun and frantically shooting at the two helicopters outside the window.

He even shouted in a particularly weird accent: "I'll beat you to death, you son of a bitch!!!"

In a blink of an eye, the two helicopters were hit by the fuel tanks, fell to the ground, and exploded.

Smith stared dumbfounded.

Is this guy really human?

Was everything he saw just now not an illusion?

He slapped himself twice and rubbed his eyes.

Zhang Jue was still standing there.

The entire wall had been completely destroyed. Zhang Jue stood there, condescendingly looking into the distance, as if to confirm whether there were any follow-up enemies.

After a few minutes, he came over to him.

Under Smith's astonished gaze, Zhang Jue smiled at him.

"Sorry, I messed up this place, those people are too arrogant, I can't hold back. Let me confirm, I shouldn't have to pay for it-it's not impossible to pay, I'll pay you half a million, and then you open me a How about a one million invoice?"