I’m In Charge of SCP

The next day, Zhang Jue and Stevenson came to Smith's previous residence, where he disappeared from the Foundation's vision.

This time they forged the identity of the police officer, and justifiably searched the entire room.

As Stevenson said, the room was empty and there was nothing.

This is just a temporary foothold.

Smith's real residence is not here.

At this time, Stevenson had to admire Zhang Jue's foresight.

If it hadn't been for his personal risk last night to obtain Smith's real residence from DuPont, their investigation must have been deadlocked.

Stevenson drove the car and set off with Zhang Jue to the address given to them by the DuPont boss yesterday.

He looked at Zhang Jue, who was closing his eyes and rested through the rearview mirror, and asked: "Consultant Zhang, there is one thing I don't understand. Why don't we go there directly? Are you afraid that Smith will run away?"

Zhang Jue opened his eyes: "That DuPont said, Smith has already disappeared. He shouldn't lie about this. Even if we went there immediately last night, you wouldn't be able to call his phone soon. So whether he lied or not, let's go here. , Can’t see Smith, that’s for sure."

Stevenson said again: "Then how do you know that the address he gave you is true?"

"It's very simple, because he is afraid of me." Zhang Jue said, "His stall is there, and he can't walk away. If he dares to lie to me, I dare to kill his whole family. He knows this very well, and the wall behind him People also know that I have this ability, and that’s enough."

"Forehead……"

Stevenson still has not adapted to Zhang Jue's style.

He and Zhang Jue didn't get along for a long time, but Zhang Jue always gave him an unpredictable feeling.

He will never predict what Zhang Jue's next move will be.

"Counselor Zhang, will you?" Stevenson tried to ask.

Zhang Jue laughed: "Guess?"

...

Stevenson drove into an alley according to the address on the paper, and finally stopped in front of a bar.

The bar is very shabby, and there is a missing sign. The sun is shining outside, but the inside is dim, and there is no one at all.

Stevenson got out of the car, confirmed that the address was correct, and shouted inside, "Henry? Are you there?"

"Who, is it annoying to stop people from sleeping?!"

In the bar counter, a lame old man stood up.

He was drunk, probably from a hangover.

Obviously, the arrival of Zhang Jue and Stevenson disturbed his clear dreams.

Stevenson hurriedly accompanied a smiling face: "Old man, I'm sorry, are you Henry?"

The old man yawned, "So what?"

"We want to find someone named Will Smith. Do you know where he lives?"

Hearing him mention this name, the old man's eyes suddenly became wary: "Who are you?"

"We are his friends." At this moment, Zhang Jue also got out of the car and handed out a cigarette, "DuPont introduced us."

"Huh, it turned out to be that brat."

Hearing DuPont's name, the old man's expression only eased slightly, but he was still a little impatient: "He didn't bring me any good news!"

Led by old Henry, the two came to the small town behind the bar.

There are three teachings and nine streams here, and everyone has them. It seems to be a land outside the law.

Those punks squatting on the street looked at Zhang Jue and Stevenson as if they saw two lambs to be slaughtered.

Under the **** of old Henry, they passed through the "dangerous zone" and came to a small house.

Old Henry pointed to an inconspicuous house in the distance: "Smith lived there before, but I heard that he hasn't returned for a long time. Go try your luck."

...

The door of Smith's room was locked, and the two glanced in through the window, no one was there.

The lock is that kind of old-fashioned old lock.

Stevenson just wanted to step forward to open the door, but Zhang Jue did not know where to take out two iron wires, and knocked the lock open.

Even more professional than the agent Stevenson.

Seeing Stevenson's expression, Zhang Jue waved his hand: "Don't worry, no matter which world you are in, the police have already come to me for the record."

The two walked into Smith's room, and a strong smell of blood came.

The ground was covered with changed bandages, stained with blood.

Fortunately, they didn't see Smith's body.

Zhang Jue picked up a bandage and checked the blood stains on it, and found that it was already dry.

DuPont did not lie to him, Smith has not returned here for at least a week.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, a bed, a wardrobe, and a table.

Zhang Jue looked around and found that his wardrobe and bed had been turned over, and even the pillows had been cut open, and the fillings inside were scattered all over the floor.

It seems that they are not the first wave of people to come to Smith.

The reason these people came to Smith was also for something.

And, it seems, they didn't find it.

Zhang Jue and Stevenson looked at each other and both felt a little strange.

However, there are not too many clues in this room.

The two are ready to leave.

The moment Stevenson opened the door, Zhang Jue suddenly pulled him back to the house.

Immediately afterwards, with a bang, a big hole was blasted out of the originally old door in an instant.

Even though Stevenson was a veteran agent of the Foundation, he was frightened by this.

If Zhang Jue is one step late, his body will be blasted into dregs just like this door.

Zhang Jue sipped: "Such a large-caliber sniper rifle can be used to sniper tanks by him|mother. Who on earth did Smith offend? It's too him|mother!"

Zhang Jue dragged Stevenson all the way to the house, and then closed all the curtains.

"You wait here, and I'll be back when I go." Zhang Jue said to Stevenson.

With that said, he was about to slip out of the big hole blasted out of the door, trying to find the sniper, but was caught by Stevenson.

"Consultant Zhang, wait a minute."

Zhang Jue stopped and looked at Stevenson.

"Consultant Zhang, I am a Foundation agent. You are so useless. I was careless just now, but now I know the location of the enemy. Please leave this task to me!"

Stevenson’s self-esteem is very strong. Since last night, Zhang Jue has been solving problems independently. He is under the name of a Foundation agent, but it seems to be a decoration. He is only responsible for shock, shock and shock, even himself. Can't afford to look down on myself~www.novelmt.com~ Hearing what he said, Zhang Jue suddenly laughed, patted Stevenson on the shoulder, and spoke earnestly.

"Actually, you don’t have to worry about this problem too much, because working with geniuses will make you feel like this. You can get used to it—to tell you, I have a friend who is a doctor of the Foundation. She has the same feelings as you. Troubled, she always feels that she can’t do anything beside me, and even drags me back, so she trains desperately, even using self-mutilation to strengthen herself, wanting to be with me Against the enemy—"

Stevenson listened intently and asked, "What happened later?"

"Later? Later she found out that this was useless except for wasting time!"

Zhang Jue's originally kind face instantly changed into an expression of disgust, and he slapped Stevenson's head.

"You people are just **** hypocritical! If you can get things done, Lao Tzu will have to run to fight with others? Isn't it good to lie down and win? Just like that, you still don’t know enough and still want to Share the bonus with Laozi? I told you, there are no doors!"