I’m In Charge of SCP

"The one who chased me was the White family, one of the two major families in Philadelphia." Smith said.

The White family?

Hearing this name, Zhang Jue was slightly taken aback.

There are two big news in Philadelphia recently.

One is that indecent photos of many celebrities and dignitaries are disclosed on the Internet.

The second is the competition between the White and Green families of Philadelphia for the governor of Pennsylvania.

But the governor’s campaign will not start until next week, and it is still in the warm-up phase.

Both families paid their money for the campaign.

Use all kinds of methods to do everything.

Zhang Jue knew about this because Du Jingtian had mentioned to him once that the foundation wanted the Green family to be elected.

As for the reason, of course it is because the youngest son of the patriarch of the Green family is a member of the Foundation.

When the Green family is elected, it will be more convenient for the foundation to do things in Pennsylvania.

Moreover, I heard that the White family has a background in the underworld, and they were engaged in trafficking in human organs, killing a lot of people and using very cruel methods.

No matter from which perspective, the Foundation will not allow the White family to rise to power.

But this level of affairs couldn't fight Smith.

He is just a black boxer, and in the eyes of the White family, he may not be as good as their dog.

Why would they stare at him.

"As for the reason--" Smith continued. "It is said that it is because of a USB flash drive, but I don't know what it is."

"Don't you know?"

At this time, even Zhang Jue was not calm.

"Yes." Smith nodded, "There has never been a USB flash drive in my stuff."

Zhang Jue squeezed his chin: "This is a bit strange."

This is also where Smith is puzzled.

He had caught the opponent's person before, but the information he got confused him. He wanted to ask if the other party made a mistake.

But the other party did not listen to his excuse at all.

Zhang Jue looked at Smith and knew he was not lying.

At this time, he had no reason to lie to himself.

Something must be wrong.

"I have a clue," Smith said suddenly.

"Huh?" Zhang Jue looked up at him.

Smith frowned, obviously not very confident in this matter.

"I thought about it carefully. A month ago, I won a boxing match and deposit all the prize money in the bank locker as usual-my identity problem, I can't apply for a bank card, and cash makes me feel more secure. , Just after that day, I began to be hunted down by the White family."

"Oh?" Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows.

Smith's analytical skills are not bad, which is indeed something worth noting.

"Did anything strange happen that day?" Zhang Jue asked.

"Yes." Smith said, "I met a man at the door of the bank, and he ran past me in a hurry, holding the same box as me, and the two of us bumped."

Zhang Jue sighed: "So they swapped?"

Smith thought about it carefully, but still not sure, shook his head.

"So you are not only going to withdraw money today, but also want to confirm whether the box is the one before you."

Smith nodded.

"Ha ha--"

Zhang Juepi smiled twice without a smile.

So it seems that if it hadn't been for the group of robbers today, the two of them should have known the truth of the matter.

But then again, without the group of robbers, Zhang Jue would not be able to find Smith in such a short period of time.

Can only be said to be a blessing in disguise.

And as long as the box is still in the bank, sooner or later they will know what it contains.

It is late at night and the bank has already closed.

In order to avoid long nights and dreams, Zhang Jue decided to check it out early tomorrow morning.

But no matter what is inside, finding Smith is the most celebrated thing.

Zhang Jue has something else to ask him.

"In your email to Simmons, saying that you have encountered a weird thing, what is that?"

"I feel that someone is watching me." Smith said.

Zhang Jue thought, that should be Stevenson.

Smith's anti-reconnaissance ability is very strong, and it is indeed not a good idea to send someone to monitor him.

But the next second, Smith's words overturned his guess.

"The person who monitors me gives me a very familiar feeling. He knows every habit of me, and can even predict my actions, making me creepy."

Obviously, this is certainly not something Stevenson can do.

Zhang Jue and Stevenson didn't get along for a long time, but the other party didn't feel as strong as Smith, let alone predict Smith's actions.

The most likely one should be that mysterious person.

Zhang Jue took out the note he found from Smith's residence, put it on the table and spread it out: "It's him."

Smith naturally knew the note, and he nodded: "Yes, I was hunted and killed. Without him, I would have died."

Zhang Jue nodded, tapping the table with his fingers regularly.

After a while, he suddenly said: "Smith, your first mission after joining the Foundation is here."

Smith sits in a dreadful situation: "What is it?"

Zhang Jue smiled slightly: "Don't you want to know the true face of that mysterious man? Let's find a chance to see, how about?"

...

Early the next morning, Zhang Jue rarely woke up early. When most of the people in Meiguo were still asleep, he had already arrived at the bank to wait.

Due to the robbery incident the day before, the cordon set up around has not been removed, but the bank should be open for business. Zhang Jue has seen from the floor-to-ceiling windows there are night shift employees walking inside.

At that time the needle was pointing at nine o'clock, and the door of the bank was opened from the inside.

Zhang Jue was like an aunt who rushed to buy discounted potatoes in the morning market, and was the first to squeeze into the bank lobby.

The lobby manager recognized him at a glance: "You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, are the ones that were yesterday--that--"

"Yes, yes, it's me." Zhang Jue nodded hurriedly, not wanting to waste any time, "Take me to the locker quickly, I have something to take out, and I will die later!"

The lobby manager can only squeeze the words into his stomach.

Zhang Jue found Smith's locker and entered the password. There were so many things in it. In addition to gold bars, Zhang Jue also saw a few diamonds.

Smith has been a mercenary in recent years, and he has been a black boxer, and he has indeed made a lot of money.

Of course, these things are nothing to Zhang Jue.

He found the suitcase with cash in Smith's mouth.

Silver-white suitcases are very common. If you don't look carefully, you might get them wrong.

Zhang Jue took the suitcase back to the hotel ~www.novelmt.com~ closed the door and closed the curtains.

The suitcase had a password, and Zhang Jue entered it twice according to the password Smith gave him, and it was wrong.

In other words, this is really not Smith's thing.

Zhang Jue felt excited.

He conjured Abel's black long knife and cut open the part of the code lock.

With a click, the box was opened.

Inside is a black sponge.

In the center of the sponge, a USB flash drive lay impressively inside.

That's it!

Zhang Jue was suddenly excited.

He has a very strong hunch that there must be something good in this!