I’m In Charge of SCP

Ten minutes later, Zhang Jue threw a wretched-looking person on the ground.

There is also a Barrett that has been twisted into a twist.

So fast?

Stevenson glanced at Zhang Jue.

This sniper generally waits for the target at a very long distance, and is very good at concealment.

If you ask him to find the other party, he will definitely not find it, but it will definitely take a lot of time.

And Zhang Jue was like going out and slid, his face was not red and his heart beat.

He even carried two cups of hot coffee in his hand.

Stevenson sighed.

Is this the gap?

He felt a little sympathetic to the friend Zhang Jue said.

It's really easy to have self-doubt when staying with someone as good as Consultant Zhang all day.

Zhang Jue handed him the coffee and drank a cup of it himself, muttering that Meiguo’s takeaway industry is not developed and he has to go to the store to buy it.

It's winter, and a sip of hot coffee can really make people feel happy.

Zhang Jue let out a long breath, then kicked the sniper's ass.

"Son **** pretend to die for Lao Tzu, or I will twist you into a twist!"

The wretched-looking person opened his eyes immediately, pretending to be in a coma.

He got up and sat on the ground with a smile and said: "This boss, don't be angry. Everyone comes out to eat a lot of food. What you want to ask, I absolutely say anything."

"Say everything... I don't believe it." Zhang Jue said, looking at Stevenson, "Do you believe it?"

In the interrogation, Stevenson also received special training. He cooperated and said: "I don't believe it either."

The man was obviously panicked: "Don't, don't, I just take money to do things, as long as you are willing to let me go, I will never lie!"

"All right." Zhang Jue took out his portable dagger and handed it to Stevenson, "Then you can talk about it, let's just listen to Stevenson, he almost hit you with that shot just now. I handed him over to you. If you think he has lied, do whatever you want."

With that, Zhang Jue got up and walked out of the room.

Leave the sniper to Stevenson alone.

The sniper saw that things were not good, and begged for mercy: "My lord, you believe me, I will tell you everything I know."

Stevenson's face was calm, and he flipped the dagger Zhang Jue gave him in his hand: "Okay, let's talk about it, who are you waiting for here."

Half an hour later, Stevenson took a confession out of the door and handed it to Zhang Jue who was sitting on the railing and watching the scenery.

"Is a hired killer. I don't know much. The employer seems to have a very background. They chased Smith to find a USB flash drive. He didn't know the contents of the USB flash drive, and the employer said, whoever will die."

"U disk..." Zhang Jue squeezed his chin, remembering the peachy news of Mei Guo in the past two days, thinking in his heart, shouldn't it be a celebrity politician?

Zhang Jue pondered for a moment, then glanced at the room: "How is that person?"

Stevenson said: "I knocked him out, tied him up, and couldn't run."

Zhang Jue looked at the clean dagger in his hand: "You didn't stabb him a few times?"

"Um..." Stevenson said embarrassedly, "He is more cooperative, and I judged that he didn't lie, so I didn't move him."

"All right, Stevenson." Zhang Jue patted him on the shoulder, "You are really a good person."

…

This time, he came out to find Smith and gained a lot.

Not only confirmed that Smith was alive, but also knew that he was involved in a very serious incident.

Zhang Jue asked Stevenson to put the sniper in the trunk and send it back to the Foundation for further interrogation.

He himself stayed here and continued his investigation.

The furnishings in Smith's room were very simple. Zhang Jue looked around again and found some details that he hadn't noticed before.

In the bowl on the table, there are some noodles, which are moldy and dry.

Chopsticks are scattered on the side.

Obviously, Smith was eating noodles, something happened suddenly, and then left here in a hurry.

It is very likely that the group of people rummaging here are here.

Zhang Jue sat on the head of the bed, thinking about Smith's possible future.

The bed is the most common type of iron frame bed.

His fingers tapped on it, and the iron pipe made a rhythmic sound, which seemed to help him think better.

Knocked and knocked, he found that the sound of a certain section was different, it seemed a little dull.

There seems to be something in it.

"Um?"

Zhang Jue turned on the flashlight, shot it in from the other end of the iron tube, and found that it seemed to be a ball of paper.

The ball of paper is very new, obviously not long ago.

The sensitive nerve drives Zhang Jue.

He found a clothes hanger, straightened the iron wire, and stabbed it in from the other end of the iron pipe, just enough to hook the paper ball.

It took him a lot of effort to get the paper ball out of it.

Xin said that if Smith just stuffed it in, he would suffer a lot.

He opened the paper ball and saw the content on it, his mouth could not help but cocked.

His luck is as good as ever.

I saw on the ball of paper, written in crooked handwriting: "Danger! Leavequickly!" (Danger! Go!)

Obviously, someone gave Smith an early warning.

This message has neither the beginning nor the signature, and it is unknown who wrote it.

Zhang Jue took it in his hand and examined it carefully.

He felt that this font seemed familiar to him, as if he had seen it somewhere.

He usually works at site14, and foreigners don't know a few, let alone someone writes to him.

But Zhang Jue felt that he must have seen this font.

Harvey? Hail? Cremont?

It doesn't seem to be.

Is it a report from a researcher?

Nor is it.

He sat in Smith's room, thinking for a long time, and finally remembered when he had seen this handwriting.

Before going to the foundation headquarters, he and Yang Xue were answering questions in a shopping mall during Thanksgiving.

A mysterious person called him and persuaded him to answer the additional question.

The bonus for the additional questions is the ticket for Fang Tianlong and Hudson. There is also a string of English at the back of the ticket.

MRzhang, CanItrustyou?showmewhatyoucando! (Mr. Zhang, can I trust you? Let me see your abilities!)

He was sure that the words on the boxing match invitation letter and the paper ball must be written by the same person.

What is this unfolding?

Who is this guy?

At that time, Zhang Jue went to watch the boxing match between Fang Tianlong and Hudson. A large part of the reason was the phone call and the text.

Then I met SCP-1440, the old man who gambled with death.

Obviously, that person knew that something was going to happen in the boxing match that night, and probably wanted to test him to see if he could solve it.

But after that incident, the pair disappeared.

Zhang Jue once thought of tracking him down, but because of too many things, he first went to see 682 and then repaired the hard drive, so he shelved it.

He never thought that the other party would appear here.

It is also a warning to others.

interesting.

In fact, at the beginning, Zhang Jue didn't take Smith as too important.

Just like the Foundation, at best, he is considered a somewhat capable captain, nothing more.

Smith can't predict what will happen in the future. Finding him is just better than nothing.

But Zhang Jue is interested in him now.

Because that mysterious person must have contact with him.

…

In a sewer somewhere in Philadelphia.

Will Smith gritted his teeth and bandaged the injured leg.

In the past two days, he has escaped an unknown number of pursuits.

This reminded him of the experience of fighting with the enemy when he was a mercenary.

But back then it was in the jungle, but now it is in a city made of steel.

I don't know what happened to those partners.

In a daze, he saw his brother coming to him, but when he opened his eyes, he was still in the dark and damp sewer.

"Dididi—"

His phone rang suddenly—his original phone was thrown away long ago. It was for emergency use by himself. No one knew the number, so he was a little strange.

However, he still pressed the answer button, but did not speak.

"Smith, I know you are listening."

The other party's voice was a little hoarse.

"In the B&B at No. 34 Mineta Street, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, I prepared some antibiotics and a change of clothes for you, as well as some food. You can go there now."

It's him again!

Smith clenched his fist slightly.

These days, a mysterious person has been secretly helping him.

Generally leave some notes.

The other party seemed to know him very well.

The note is usually placed under the place where he usually sits in the bar, or where he hides the cigarette in the toilet.

This was the first time he heard the other party's voice.

"Who are you?" Smith asked.

"It doesn't matter who I am." The mysterious person replied, "As long as you know, if you can only trust one person in this world, it must be me."