I’m In Charge of SCP

As the highest authority of the Administration of Abnormal Biology, the Zero Five Council has very strict requirements on its members. It is very difficult to join the Zero Five Council, and all abilities must not be too poor.

For example, the ability to do things, the ability to adapt, and the ability to deal with major accidents.

After layers of selection, none of the zero-flight personnel is an idiot.

However, if you want to ask what is the most important ability to be a zero-member.

Then all the people who have served as Zero Wu will probably tell you a unified answer-that is the ability to survive in danger.

According to the regulations of the Administration, zero personnel should not be exposed to anomalous items at all, but in reality, this situation cannot be avoided at all.

Therefore, whether one can escape in the event of a disaster has become a very important indicator.

And this kind of ability can be said to be the housekeeping skill of the zero-five personnel, even their closest relatives, they will not easily see it.

If time is a river that flows evenly, let's go upstream now to see what happened that afternoon that drove the entire Administration of Anomalous Creatures crazy.

In that car traveling at a speed of 120 yards per hour, when the timer for blowing nitrogen was about to reach 00:00, 052 sitting in the back row sighed.

Immediately afterwards, the colors of the entire world began to brighten, and the lines of the surrounding scenery began to become abstract.

The clouds in the sky, the trees on both sides of the road, and even Zero Fifty-Two and his driver, Tom, have undergone tremendous changes.

All the scenery has become painted, and their car seems to have entered the fairy tale world.

The next second, the bomb exploded, and a speech bubble popped up on their car with the words "BOOM!" written on it.

Lingwushier and Tom were both blasted into the sky, at least a hundred meters above the ground, and then fell down.

Both of them fought for the ground with their heads.

If it were two ordinary people, let alone being blown up, just falling from a height of 100 meters would be enough to shatter them into dumpling fillings.

but it is not the truth.

After hitting the ground from a high altitude, they first landed with their heads on the ground, their necks supporting their bodies at strange angles, and stood upside down for a moment before their legs hit the ground with a "bang".

Immediately afterwards, several small birds appeared above the heads of the two of them, circled around their heads a few times, and even had sound effects.

After a while, Tom regained consciousness, shook off a few birds above his head, and pulled Ling Wushier's legs to pull his head out of the asphalt road.

Tom slapped him a few times: "Jerry! Are you okay?"

Ling Wushier's body swayed a few times in a very strange posture, and gradually regained consciousness.

After confirming that there was no other danger, Ling Wushier snapped his fingers, and the whole world returned to normal.

Tom looked around warily: "Jerry, what should we do next?"

After experiencing such an attack, instead of being angry, Lingwushishi showed excitement on his face: "Such a good opportunity, of course I'm going back to play games, the enemy wants to kill me so much, just treat me as dead,

This time the eldest sister should not blame me, hehehehe—”

...

at the same time.

Ling Wushi drank the cup of cold coffee, then choked his own throat, his face turned purple, and fell to the ground.

The documents were scattered all over the place along with his figure.

The secretary outside the door heard the commotion inside, pushed the door in, and screamed out when she saw this scene.

Half an hour later, all Lingwushi's confidantes rushed over and saw Lingwushi's body.

They immediately brought the secretary under control, but after some investigation, they found no evidence of her poisoning.

They reported the incident to the headquarters, and Lingwushi's body was put into the underground freezer.

Lingwushi lay in the freezer for two days and two nights, during which several waves of people came to confirm his death.

On the third night, his chest suddenly rose and fell, and his breathing resumed.

...

Ling Wushi ignored the long knife across his neck, and looked at the person who was ambushing outside the door.

That was his most trusted retainer, Kamihara Yoki.

"Why?" Ling Wushi asked.

Kamihara Yangki shook his head, did not answer his words, and apologized again: "Mr. Yamaguchi, I'm sorry."

"I see, let's do it." Ling Wushi slowly closed his eyes.

Kamihara Yangxi took a deep breath, the long knife in his hand trembling slightly.

He raised the knife high, and then slashed it down.

Blood splattered.

Ling Wushi's head rolled over and came to Shenyuan Yangxi's feet.

Kamihara Yangxi slowly closed his eyes, a tear slipped from the corner of his eyes.

He put the knife back into the scabbard and walked away without looking back.

There was silence all around.

Shaoqing.

The color of Ling Wushi's blood splashed on the floor gradually faded, turning into a puddle of water.

His head and corpse turned into two pieces of wood.

In the room, Ling Wushi was hanging upside down from the ceiling, looking at the direction where Kamihara Yangxi left, his gaze was sharp like a falcon.

...

In site15, the programmer named White smiled. Under Ling Wujiu's surprised gaze, he took out a pistol and tapped Ling Wujiu's chest three times.

"Bang bang bang!"

Gunshots with silencers rang out.

Several dark holes appeared on Ling Wujiu's chest.

His eyes widened, he leaned forward, and slammed on the table with a bang.

White didn't leave immediately, he stretched out his hand to sniff Tanling Wujiu, and then shot him in the back of the head before leaving in satisfaction.

The night is already very deep.

The programmers at site15 are still working overtime, no one has noticed the anomaly in Ling Wujiu's office.

Ten minutes after White left.

Ling Wujiu's left hand suddenly moved, and with a "click", it fell off his arm.

Surprisingly, the broken part of his arm was not human bones and meridians, but replaced by bearings and machinery, but at this time it had completely stopped functioning.

After his left hand fell off his arm, he crawled on the table in a very strange posture like a spider, then jumped up and came to the back of his head.

The index finger and middle finger made a clicking sound, and stretched into two small tools, which protruded from the muzzle behind his head, as if they were doing repair work.

Half an hour later, Ling Wujiu opened his eyes again.

His left hand was also back on the arm.

He got up slowly, lifted his skirt, pulled off the artificial skin on his chest, and began to repair the damaged part.

After another half hour, all repairs were done.

Ling Wujiu sighed.

Turn on your computer and run a program.

A floodgate opened in the wall behind his desk.

He went inside, pulled out an abandoned robot that looked exactly like him, pulled out a pistol, and fired a few rounds at the same angle.

He arranged the position of the fake corpse, and then he got into the door leading to nowhere.

...

Ling Wuba was sitting on the empty plane, all four engines had been turned off.

If there is no accident, in two minutes, the plane will plunge into the Pacific Ocean with its head down.

But the old man didn't panic in the slightest, and even tidied up his white hair that was scattered due to the turbulence of the plane.

The old man is already very old, and he has experienced many storms and waves in the past few years in the Bureau of Anomalous Creatures.

It's not like he hasn't encountered anything more dangerous than this.

Compared with that, the trivial incident of an out-of-control plane crashing in the middle of the Pacific Ocean is nothing to mention.

About the same time.

The old man unbuckled his seat belt.

The plane swooped down, and the huge force pressed him firmly on the back of the seat.

After a while, the nose of the plane finally touched the sea, and the huge impact caused the plane to explode violently.

Flames blazed and smoke billowed.

After the explosion, all kinds of aircraft wreckage were floating in the surrounding sea.

However, there was no dead body of an old man.

Under the sea level, an old sea turtle is swimming leisurely towards the nearest small island.

...

When Ling Wuba was swimming in the sea with a strange perspective, Ling Wuqi came to the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked at the high-rise buildings in the distance.

Suddenly, a red dot suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him.

Passing through his body, it came to the center of the eyebrows.

In the next second, the glass in front of him shattered.

His head also exploded like a watermelon.

His body didn't even have time to react, and he stood there blankly, turning into a headless corpse.

The sniper on the top of the building in the distance let out a hey, disassembled his gun and put it into a cello case, then went downstairs and mixed into the crowd.

At this time, Ling Wuqi's body fell to the ground with an ordinary sound.

Blood stained the carpet red.

But in the next second, the color of the blood gradually faded, and even his body gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared.

Ling Wuqi appeared on his sofa with a glass of red wine in his hand.

This is where he was ten minutes ago.

He squinted into the distance through the shattered window.

...

Ling Wuliu never thought that one day he would be pointed at by Du Jingtian with a gun.

He has always regarded Leshan as his confidant, and even trained him as the next Lingwu.

So he didn't understand why Du Jingtian would do such a thing.

"I never thought it would be you," he said.

Du Jingtian apologized, and bowed slightly: "I hope my lord will not blame Mr. Leshan, he didn't know about this matter."

"So that's it." Ling Wuliu snorted, "Then what are you going to do now? Kill me?"

Du Jingtian put away the gun in his hand and gave a wry smile.

"I know I don't have this ability, I just beg you to disappear for a while."

Zero Wuliu looked at him: "I need a reason."

As if he had expected this question for a long time, Du Jingtian said slowly: "Only when the tide recedes, we will know who has been swimming naked."

Ling Wuliu pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"I see."

...

There are two Zero Five Five, which is a secret that very few people know.

These two zero-five-fives are exactly the same in terms of appearance and appearance, as well as fingerprints, voiceprints, and pupil DNA.

In other words, with the current technology of human beings, the difference between two zeros and fives cannot be identified at all.

But the two killers who came to kill her knew.

The first killer didn't leave after killing the first zero-five-five, because he deliberately sold his loopholes to lure the second zero-five-five out.

Sure enough, as he expected, when he was examining the body, the second Zero Wuwu put a gun to the back of his head.

Then he was shot dead by his brother who had been waiting outside.

The killer opened his mouth: "Thanks, buddy."

The killer outside the door smiled, and the two left the office.

After a while, the third zero five five appeared.

Still look exactly the same as the first two.

She stood at the door of the office, looked at the two corpses in the room, and snorted coldly.

She walked into the office, picked up the blood-stained phone on the desk, and broadcast a number.

"Bellamy, you arrange the affairs at hand, and tell the outside world that I'm dead."

...

As the best talker among the thirteen Lingwu members, Lingwusi sighed as he looked at Zuo Mingguang who was holding a 668 (13-inch kitchen knife).

"Does it have to be like this?"

"Yes." Zuo Mingguang nodded, "Master Ling Wu Si, I'm sorry."

"I don't understand why it has to be so violent."

"Because a certain adult once said that nothing can be smooth sailing. There must be bloodshed and sacrifices. It is very cost-effective to sacrifice a small number of people in exchange for a large number of people."

Zero Wusi snorted.

"I've heard such an argument before. If there are a hundred people, kill one and live 99. Everyone knows it's a good deal. Can you kill 49 and live 51? Do you still want to kill?"

"Of course we have to kill." Zuo Mingguang's attitude was very firm, "One more life is worth one more person."

"All right."

Lingwusi knew he couldn't be persuaded, so he slaughtered him.

A trace of sadness flashed in Zuo Mingguang's eyes, and the knife cut Ling Wusi's throat.

After a while, Ling Wusi's pupils began to dilate.

After confirming Zero Wusi's death, Zuo Mingguang aimed the knife at himself.

"Master Le Shui, this subordinate will take a step first."

Sensing that the restrictions on the body were lifted, Zero Wusi's secretary rushed in with the raccoon team, and then saw two corpses lying in a pool of blood.

They kept Zero Wusi's body.

Zuo Mingguang's body was thrown into the morgue.

No one noticed that something as transparent as a soul covered Zuo Mingguang's body.

He slowly opened his eyes.

...

In the face of the sudden assassination, the choices of all zero-five personnel were surprisingly unanimous.

Just count.

Since someone wanted to kill them, they took advantage of the situation and "died" to see what the people behind them wanted to do.

Unexpectedly, the instigator, Le Shui, did not appear, but the alliance of mysterious organizations took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack on the Bureau of Abnormal Creatures.

However, there will be flaws in the moves.

Krigins and the group of people who betrayed the Bureau of Abnormal Creatures finally surfaced.

In a certain courtyard house in Jingzhou, country C, several members of the military who were supposed to die sat together drinking the best Biluochun, chatting one after another.

Because offline meetings are all chaired by Lingwuyi, there are rarely such casual moments.

And under such circumstances, everyone temporarily let go of their prejudices, thinking about how to stabilize the situation.

The Authority is in disarray, and it does no one any good.

"Twelve go over there, won't there be any problems?"

"Krigins is just a jerk. If the Twelve Company can't handle him, there is no need to come back. It was a waste of our votes."

"What about the abnormal items that were transferred from each site?"

"Lao Liu and Lao Jiu have already gone, so it's not a big problem."

"hope so."

Everyone said a few words, Ling Wuqi looked at Ling Wuer and Ling Wusan who were sitting together, frowned and said: "It seems that you know a lot, so can you tell me what's going on? What about Wu Yi, where did she go?"

"Don't worry, we don't know exactly what happened, but the result doesn't seem bad."

As Ling Wusan spoke, he sighed immediately: "As for Ling Wuyi, we can't contact her either, probably... she's really dead."

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