I’m In Charge of SCP

Things gradually got interesting.

Originally, Zhang Jue's main purpose in coming to the country of Mei was actually to find Yang Xue.

Finding Smith's whereabouts is just a way, and it can be regarded as a favor to Simmons.

Unexpectedly, there was unexpected discovery.

The mysterious person seemed to be able to predict the occurrence of certain things. Zhang Jue had already had a few general guesses about his identity, but he still needed to find an opportunity to verify it.

And he was also very interested in what Smith was holding.

Attracting so many capable people to chase and kill, even DuPont's kind of underground world tycoon dare not protect him, that thing must be very important.

Although I don't know if it is useful, it does arouse Zhang Jue's curiosity.

For the next two days, Zhang Jue went out as soon as he was free.

But no new clues were found.

Smith seems to have completely disappeared from the world.

But Zhang Jue knew that he would not disappear, nor could he hide in a certain place without coming out.

Because he was seriously injured.

He will definitely buy medicine and bandages.

So Zhang Jue’s destination is generally those humble pharmacies and clinics.

As long as the sales staff show the fake FBI ID forged by the Foundation, they will obediently tell him whether anyone has come to purchase related items recently.

Philadelphia is very big, and doing so is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack, but Zhang Jue is never tired of it.

In this way, three days were wasted, and nothing was expected.

Zhang Jue also gave up this extremely inefficient practice.

He was going to relax, so he took the time to go to XXXX Bank-Simmons received an automatic reply email, saying that there was a gift for him, which was placed here.

No matter left or right, Zhang Jue came to see if he could get some clues from it.

As for why he didn't come in the first time, it was not a **** strategy, he simply forgot.

It was already afternoon when he came to the bank.

The weather was gloomy and the cold wind howled.

The winter in Philadelphia is very cold.

Zhang Jue wrapped himself in his coat and entered the bank lobby.

It is late, and the staff will leave work in the last ten minutes.

There are not many people working in it, sitting scattered at various windows, several staff members are chatting and paddling, waiting for the bell to ring after get off work.

When he walked into the bank, he met an old man who was full of alcohol.

He walked crookedly and almost fell on the steps.

Zhang Jue gave him a hand, and the two entered the bank together.

Zhang Jue found the lobby manager and explained his intentions.

Just when the lobby manager wanted to take him to the locker,

Several brawny men in hoods rushed in.

"Nobody is allowed to move!"

"Hold your head in your hands!"

"Squat down! Squat down!"

Seeing the guns in their hands, everyone panicked.

The screams came one after another.

The headed burly man fired several shots at the ceiling: "Quiet! It's all the **** quiet for me!"

At this moment, no one dared to speak out.

They all squatted down with their hands and their heads in accordance with the instructions of the culprits.

There were five culprits, all of them holding submachine guns in their hands.

It looks like a veteran of robbing banks.

After controlling the scene, a gangster went to lower the rolling door of the bank.

Another shot the head of the staff member who wanted to secretly press the alarm.

The bandit looked at the staff at the counter.

"Money belongs to the country, and fate is yours. You'd better think clearly before doing things!"

Zhang Jue stood in the corner, holding his forehead, a little helpless.

I've probably been in a fleeting disadvantage recently, and I will encounter this kind of **** to the stove wherever I go.

When I go back in the evening, I must set up an incense hall to burn some paper money to drive away all bad luck.

He was thinking that there were none. A gangster discovered that he was still standing. He pointed a gun at him and said, "You! What are you doing! Squat down!"

The old man he had helped tugged at his trousers and motioned him to squat down, not to fight head-on with the group of robbers.

Zhang Jue smiled at him and shook his head.

"The one who bothers you the most about the robbery has no technical content at all."

He murmured, then walked towards the robber.

"What do you want to do?!" Seeing that the momentum was wrong, the robber said with caution, "I'll shoot when I come here again!"

"If you want to shoot, you can shoot. How can you tell others before shooting, you are a girl, are you scared?" Zhang Jue said as he approached him.

When the other robbers heard this sentence, instead of responding, they laughed.

The bandit leader frowned and said, "Don't make extravagant branches."

The robber became angry, staring into Zhang Jue's eyes, and said gloomily: "I killed you!"

After that, he would pull the trigger.

Then he found that he couldn't move anymore.

There seemed to be a kind of magic in that **** young man's eyes.

Seeing him walking towards him step by step, he couldn't even move his fingers.

The other companions were still laughing.

He was caught in panic.

You can't even ask your companions for help.

Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Jue just strolled in the courtyard like that, step by step, walking in front of the robber.

Instead of shooting, the robber kept his posture motionless, seeming to be frightened.

At this time, the robbers finally realized the problem, and everyone pointed their guns at Zhang Jue.

Looking at them, Zhang Jue sighed.

"Dameiqian's law and order is really a problem."

...

Half an hour later, the police arrived late.

When they used violence to open the bank's rolling door, the five robbers had all been subdued, their hands and feet tied up, wearing hoods, and being held in the lobby by the bank staff.

The police immediately took over.

Seeing this weird situation, the leader of the team was surprised: "Who can tell me what is going on?"

Has the job been so good these years?

A courageous bank worker replied: "These people came to rob the bank. A young man subdued them and called the police."

"One person, subdued all the gangsters?" The captain seemed a little unbelievable.

Another staff member also said: "It's just one person, but we didn't see the specific process."

The captain looked around: "What about others?"

"It's right there." The staff member looked into the corner of the hall~www.novelmt.com~ but found that the place was empty, "Huh? I was here just now, when did you leave?"

...

At this moment, Zhang Jue was humming and walking in an alley.

The cold wind howled, the tone in his mouth was a bit old.

"My family lives on the loess slope~, the strong wind blows from the slope, whether it is Li Yuchun or Zeng Yike, it is my Didi brother and my Didi brother-whether it is Xinchun brother or Bai Zeng brother, bless me to pass, not to pass the subject—— "

He stopped at the corner of the alley, stopped singing, and seemed to be waiting for something.

Sure enough, two minutes later, a lame old man walked over from another direction.

It was at the door of the bank that Zhang Jue had helped.

Seeing Zhang Jue, he was slightly taken aback.

"Hello." Zhang Jue smiled, "Should I call you old man, or Will Smith?"