I’m In Charge of SCP

Zhang Jue and Smith rushed to the outskirts of the hospital at a very fast speed.

　　 There was dead silence all around.

　　 Only unknown birds in the distance quacked.

　　 The two looked at each other, lowered their stature, and slowly approached the gate.

　　 There is a strong smell of blood.

　　As Zhang Jue said.

　　 Human beings are very sensitive to the smell of blood.

　　 This is almost certain, something really happened here.

　　 is a little weird.

　　 How strong the defense force of this stronghold is, Zhang Jue knows very well.

　　 Apart from anything else, the two fully organized mtf squads are still fighting in position. Even if Uncle 682 came, they would not be pleased.

　　 Who can capture this place?

　　 The two people touched the inside of the building.

　　 The watchtower at the gate, the gate is concealed.

　　 Smith opened the door cautiously.

　　 The body of a staff member lay inside.

　　 There are bullet holes on his body and the wall behind him.

　　 There should be someone standing at the door, shooting frantically inside.

　　 Smith stepped forward and touched the security officer's neck.

　　 "The death time is about 12 to 14 hours, which is what it looked like last night from one to three o'clock." He said to Zhang Jue.

　　 Zhang Jue nodded.

　　Most intrusions will happen in the second half of the night, because that is the time when security personnel are least vigilant.

　　 He narrowed his eyes and walked straight into the hospital.

　　 Smith wanted to remind him to be careful, but thinking of the scene where Zhang Jue and others were shooting at each other with heavy machine guns that day, he simply gave up.

　　 The gate of the hospital has been completely destroyed, and glass shards scattered all over the place.

　　There are blood stains all around.

　　 The elevator has been destroyed, and Zhang Jue can only go upstairs on foot.

　　 On the corner of the first floor, he saw a dead body.

　　 To be precise, it is a pile of corpses.

　　 The head is connected to the chest cavity, the limbs are scattered on one side, and the blood|liquid flows all over the ground.

　　 He can even imagine the scene at that time.

　　 The security team ran down from the stairs and met someone here.

　　The man used a sharp weapon to draw an X on his chest and abdomen.

　　 Then the security team was like tofu, scattered all over the ground.

　　 Zhang Jue ignored him and went all the way upstairs.

　　 On the second floor, he saw more corpses.

　　 are all security personnel here, almost all of them are cut into several sections.

　　 Someone was cut off lazily. Judging from the blood on the ground, he dragged his intestines and crawled for several meters, and finally died in a corner.

　　 Zhang Jue clenched his fist slightly.

　　 guessing what kind of weapon the opponent is using.

　　 After all, even Abel who is good at using knives can't chop people like this.

　　 He searched layer by layer, and finally found the monitoring room on the fourth floor.

　　 I don’t know who designed this building.

　　 But as he expected, the equipment in the monitoring room has been destroyed. It is impossible for him to simply know who is here.

　　 But the other party's doing this is enough to prove that they are afraid of being seen.

　　 At this time, Smith had already caught up.

"Consultant Zhang, I checked outside just now. All the peripheral automatic security equipment has been destroyed. The enemy is either familiar with it or has been planning for a long time. It seems that the person who came is not good. Should we inform the Foundation about this matter first? ."

　　 "It's useless, the signal here has been shielded."

　　 Smith took out his cell phone and realized that it was so.

　　 Since they entered the area of ​​this building, they have lost contact with the outside.

　　 He picked up the landline next to the monitoring room, but the sound from the microphone was also busy.

　　 "The foundation found that there was a loss of communication, so naturally they would send people to check the situation, but they were a little slow every time they came."

　　 Zhang Jue sneered and said: "I don't know what **** is in the heads of the people in the headquarters."

　　 Zhang Jue can say anything like this, but Smith didn't dare to answer.

　　 He asked, "Then what should we do now?"

　　 "What to do? Cold." Zhang Jue said an old joke that Smith didn't understand.

　　 He snorted, walked out of the monitoring room, and started looking around the entire building.

　　 However, apart from more corpses, they didn't have any other valuable discoveries at all.

　　 An hour later, the sun fell below the horizon and the sky gradually darkened.

　　 But they still shuttled around the whole building.

　　 is the same as Zhang Jue just complained.

　　 The design of this building is very strange. It does not sit horizontally from the south to the north. If there is no map, it would be difficult for ordinary people to turn out.

　　 should be intentional.

　　 Smith couldn't help but asked, "Counselor Zhang, can you tell me what you are looking for? I might be able to help."

　　 "It's not that I didn't tell you, because I don't know what's here." Zhang Jue shrugged, "But since there are so many medical devices here, I can guess irresponsibly that there is a high probability that it is a patient."

patient?

　　 Smith said: "Then the enemy's target is him?"

　　 Zhang Jue nodded: "It's very likely."

　　 The foundation hid a patient here alone, and built a hospital, using his **** to think that Smith also knew how important that person was.

　　 He worried: "I don't know if the enemy has succeeded."

　　 Zhang Jue said: "I don't know if it succeeds, but things shouldn't be as bad as you think."

　　 Smith was stunned: "Why?"

　　 Zhang Jue pointed at the corpses behind them.

"Have you noticed that the bodies we have found are ordinary security personnel. In such a large hospital, we have not seen any corpses in white coats, and neither did the mtf teams who were stationed here. "

　　 After Zhang Jue reminded him, Smith thought about it carefully and found that it was really the case.

"What is this indicating?"

　　 Zhang Jue looked around: "Either they all died in another place, or they all hid in another place."

　　 "Counselor Zhang, you mean, this is very likely a cover?"

"It's just that it's possible. After all, these expensive medical equipment cannot be faked. If you compare this stronghold to a building, then what we see now is only the part on the ground, and some hidden parts under the ground. We did not find it."

　　 "But I saw the elevator here, and it didn't go underground."

　　 "It didn't say that they must be underground." Zhang Jue said, "But they must be nearby, not too far away."

　　 "Then how do we find it."

　　 "In this case, we have to use that method."

　　 Zhang Jue clenched his fists with both hands, his face full of determination.

　　 I have never seen Consultant Zhang so serious.

　　 Smith guessed ~www.novelmt.com~ Consultant Zhang should use his own assassin.

　　 He looked at Zhang Jue with admiration, and said that Consultant Zhang was indeed the most reliable partner, and he would have a solution under any circumstances.

　　He felt fortunate that he was able to follow Zhang Jue.

　　 Staying with good people will always make you better.

　　 Smith tried to ask: "Counselor Zhang, can you reveal, what is the ‘that method’ you said? Is it some kind of secret technique in the ancient East?"

　　 "Almost." Zhang Jue said.

　　 Smith took a few steps back wittily, concentrating quietly, waiting for Zhang Jue's assassin.

　　 But Smith never expected that Zhang Jue would take off his shoes.

　　 Still chanting words in his mouth.

　　 "Too good old gentleman, anxious like a law!"

　　 said, he threw the shoes high into the air.

　　 Smiths are all looking silly.

　　 Two seconds later.

　　 The shoes fell in front of the two of them, exuding a charming smell.

　　 Smith held his nose, dizzy.

　　 Zhang Jue put his shoes back on without incident, and pointed confidently to the side of the toe: "Go there!"