I’m In Charge of SCP

"I'm in the SCP (!

Hudson and Fang Tianlong's game is a collision of Chinese and Western cultures. The two are not in the same heavyweight class, or even belong to the same sport.

The match followed the rules that Chris and Chen Shangwu had contested twenty years ago-no attack on the lower body or eyes, no weapons (you can wear boxing gloves), other than that, there are no restrictions.

The game is divided into 5 rounds, each round is 3 minutes, if one side loses combat power in the game, the other side immediately wins.

If the two sides fight to the end, a panel of 12 international referees will score the players of both sides. Each effective attack will be counted as one point, and the higher score will win.

This rule seems to be fair, but the referee's scoring is highly uncertain. Therefore, whether it is Chen Shangwu at that time or Fang Tianlong now, the tactics developed are to defeat the opponent within the game time.

This is also the best proof of CN martial arts.

The game started right away, and the stands were already full of people.

Zhang Jue also returned to his seat.

At this moment, a person sneaked up.

"Brother, there is no one next to you, can you let me sit down?"

Zhang Jue looked up and saw that the other party was wearing a huge helmet with a very strange shape.

This kind of competitions are all reserved. This person obviously didn't buy a ticket, but he didn't know how to sneak in.

Zhang Jue glanced at him, feeling a little strange, but didn't talk too much, and stood up to let him pass.

There are only 5 minutes left before the start of the game.

Both parties enter the game.

With the introduction of the host's passion, the audience cheered.

Hudson is the new champion of boxing and is deeply loved by the people of Mei Kingdom, while Fang Tianlong represents the ceiling of Eastern martial arts and has many supporters.

On the big screen, Fang Tianlong's expression was calm, as if he hadn't been affected by the Li Rulong incident at all.

Zhang Jue nodded secretly.

This is the master style.

"Fvck!"

A deep curse came.

Zhang Jue glanced to the side and saw that the man sitting next to him had already taken off his helmet. There were many scars on his head and hands, both old and new.

It wasn't the kind of scars that I had suffered. It seemed that I had accidentally knocked and touched them, just like a blind person.

When he just took off the helmet, he didn't hold it and accidentally hit his own foot. He wanted to pick up the helmet, and knocked his head on the chair in front of him.

Zhang Jue glanced at him, and suddenly remembered a line from Lao Guo: Pulling the cart one step at a time, yawning and dropping his chin, eating candy cake to burn his head.

The man seemed a little embarrassed to see Zhang Jue looking at him.

He took out a bottle of Coke: "Man, do you want to drink it?"

Zhang Jue instinctively stayed away from him: "Thank you, I drank it just now."

"Then I'm not welcome." The man smiled and opened the Coke, who knew that Coke popped up all of a sudden.

He quickly blocked it with his mouth.

But there was too much foam and it came out directly from his nose and eyes.

Here comes an Erlong playing in the water.

In the end he couldn't take it anymore, and he vomited all over the place.

All the people around dispersed and looked at him with disgust.

Seeing his embarrassment, Zhang Jue's mouth twitched, thanking him for his foresight.

"Excuse me, I'm really embarrassed." The man apologized to the people around him, then got up and left, probably wanting to clean up in the bathroom.

When he came out, he tripped over the chair again.

Zhang Jue wanted to reach out to help him, but suddenly had a bad feeling, so he forced himself not to move.

The hapless guy fell another dog gnawing shit, and then disappeared at the end of the corridor in the contempt of everyone.

Zhang Jue looked at him, then at the big screen of the game, then narrowed his eyes and followed.

At the same time, Du Jingtian, who was sitting in the front row of the VIP, answered the phone.

"Hey, it's me, yes, I'm here, well, I get it."

Then he stood up and looked around.

The dedicated waiter next to him immediately bowed and asked, "Mr. Du, what do you need?"

Du Jingtian waved to him: "It's okay, I'll go to the bathroom."

Du Jingtian walked all the way to the outer field.

When he came to no one's place, he took out another phone.

"Mr. Le, I'm in the boxing stadium right now. Something happened here."

Leshan's voice came from the other end: "Is there any special circumstances?"

"Yes." Du Jingtian said, "Things may be troublesome, I think... I'm afraid there is no way for this game to go on."

"I know." Leshan said, "how do you want to do it, just do it, I will take care of what goes wrong."

"Don't." Du Jingtian said, "Mr. Le, I can't afford such a heavy burden. I have another candidate here."

"Who?"

"Zhang Jue, consultant Zhang."

"Oh? He's here too?" Leshan laughed, "Well, anyway, it's not the first time we cooperated. Let him be the conductor."

...

The bell for the start of the game finally rang.

Hudson's gloves collided, and Fang Tianlong arched his hands.

A world war is about to begin.

In places where people could not notice, the members of the two mtf teams also began to secretly infiltrate the playing field.

At this moment, Zhang Jue was looking for the figure of the person just now in the bathroom.

"Where did it go." He frowned, but he never found it.

Suddenly, he felt a chill in his body.

He turned around, and he saw another person, an old man.

The old man looked very old, about 80 or 90 years old, his gray hair and beard almost joined together.

He was dressed in shabby clothes, with a cloth bag slung in his right hand, looking like a homeless man.

Zhang Jue looked at him, and he also looked at Zhang Jue.

"Young man." The old man's voice sounded a little hoarse, "You are here."

Zhang Jue tilted his head.

"Old man, are you... waiting for me?"

"It's not good." The old man said, "I can't stay in one place for too long, I just came to you."

The hairs on Zhang Jue's whole body trembled, and a bad premonition lingered in his heart.

"Old man, don't you want to invite me to dinner? I'm really sorry. I lost weight recently and quit."

The old man shook his head slightly: "Young man, don't be nervous, I just want you to do me a favor."

Zhang Jue asked: "What's busy?"

"Please, kill me."

It was an unheard of request, Zhang Jue let out a groan.

He did not act rashly because he could see that the old man was not joking.

He could feel that the old man's body was exuding a gloomy atmosphere.

The intensity of this breath is so high that he has only seen it in two people so far-one is SCP-343 (God) and the other is SCP-701-1 (The Hanged King).

Among them, SCP-343 is the most intense.

In addition to strength, the three breaths gave Zhang Jue a different feeling.

The breath of SCP-343 is chaotic and fuzzy;

The breath on the Hanged King's body is dark red and bloody;

And the breath of this old man ~www.novelmt.com~ is dark and withered.

His body is like a lake that is about to dry up, with no vitality.

Just like a living dead.

"I know who you are."

Zhang Jue looked at the old man in front of him.

"Who I am, it doesn't matter anymore." The old man sighed, "If you don't want a disaster here, just kill me, or be killed by me."

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