I’m In Charge of SCP

"Wh, what dog?" Hearing Zhang Jue asked about this, the village chief was a little flustered, "I have never had a dog in my house!"

Zhang Jue pointed to the iron basin on the ground: "Then is this thing used to feed yourself?"

"You can't control it!" The village chief became angry and waved his hand irritably, "Where did you come from, hurry up, we don't welcome you in our village!"

Zhang Jue has quick eyes and quick hands, and grabs his hand: "What's going on."

The knuckle of the little finger of the old man's left hand has become a gear.

The village head suddenly retracted his hand and hid behind him.

Seeing his hand, Zhang Jue could finally determine the source of SCP-217, which should be here.

He sneered and pointed to the family portrait hanging on the wall in the room.

"Old man, I really don’t care about whether you are alive or not, and I don’t want to care about it, but can you watch your family die one by one? I tell you, you have a disease, and it’s very fierce. As long as you are infected, no one can live. You have lived for most of your life without loss, but I think your little grandson is only a few years old, can you bear it? Let me tell you that the virus will be inherited along the bloodstream. Your family, no one wants to run!"

Zhang Jue described SCP-217 as terrifying, as if once infected, he would be punishable by the Nine Clan.

However, with the knowledge of the old man, it is impossible to judge whether what he said is true or false.

And these words Zhang Jue said happened to his heart.

Seeing that the village chief’s heart was loosening, Zhang Jue said: “Old man, hurry up and talk about what those people did when they came to you, you are hopeless, but you can’t hurt your family and the villagers here.”

The village chief hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded. "Those people came to the village a month ago. They said they were a foreign investigation group and they wanted to collect some specimens here—"

From the mouth of the old man, Zhang Jue probably knew the whole process of the development of the matter.

About a month ago, four foreigners with blond hair came to the village. They acted generously, brought a lot of food and clothing, and soon won the favor of the whole village.

They came to collect specimens under the pretext of staying at the village chief's house for a few days.

During the day and night, the village chief did not know what they did.

When asked, they only said that some insects only move out at night.

Because this piece of ecology is relatively well protected, it is true that occasionally there will be some people engaged in scientific research to collect specimens, and the village chief has no doubts-the most important thing is that they have given a lot of money.

Just like that, they stayed for a few days.

After they left, the village chief felt uncomfortable, and the chickens raised at home died one after another. After being cut open, the heart of the chicken turned into a pile of metal clockwork!

Originally, he thought it was a prank from which children.

Unexpectedly, even he himself began to slowly change.

He felt that his thinking was getting slower and slower, and when he twisted his neck, he could hear a clicking sound, as if a gear was turning.

He didn't know what strange disease he had, but what was certain was that he should be alive soon.

He sent all his savings to his son in the field, as well as his lovely little grandson, and he didn't even dare to let them come back.

He never knew that his illness turned out to be caused by those foreigners, and it would affect others.

The old village chief said with tears.

Zhang Jue looked at him, also a little helpless.

The village chief probably just wanted to make some money, but he didn't expect to receive people who shouldn't be.

Zhang Jue asked about the areas where the foreigners were active, and the village chief told him that it would be right to walk straight up the mountain road.

Zhang Jue went all the way up the path and finally came to the top of the mountain.

The scenery here is really good, but there are more weeds.

Zhang Jue looked carefully and saw a lot of cigarette butts, which probably locked the area where they were moving.

There are many signs of equipment stationed in that area.

Zhang Jue took out his binoculars and looked around.

"Oh, that's how it is."

After observation, he found that from the angle where the equipment was stationed, the building at Site14 could be seen just across from the angle where the equipment was stationed.

The mountain he is on is the highest among the surrounding ones, and the view is also the best.

He could probably guess what the lunatics of the Broken God Cult wanted to do.

Observed for a while and confirmed that there was nothing missing.

Zhang Jue whistled and walked all the way down the mountain.

It was close to dusk, and he stayed on the mountain for more than two hours.

Li Sicheng waited anxiously at the foot of the mountain and let out a long sigh of relief after seeing Zhang Jue's safety.

"Consultant Zhang, you—"

He just wanted to ask Zhang Jue what he found, but was stopped by the latter waved his hand: "I advise you not to approach me. I have just been in close contact with an SCP-217 infected person, and I may be carrying germs on my body."

Li Sicheng was stunned: "How many infected people are on the mountain, what am I going to do now? Do you ask for support from the site?"

Zhang Jue thought for a while, and said: "I have only found one infected person so far, and I am not sure whether the other villagers in the village are infected, but they must all be isolated first to avoid cross-infection. You first call to get the site. The people here bring some ZEER-217-11 solution. It's best to send a helicopter directly to spray all this mountain top."

"This...Consultant Zhang...Helicopter?" Li Sicheng hummed for a long time, "It seems that there is no such thing on the site."

Zhang Jue spread out his hands: "Just call Huang Xingwen and tell him that if you can't adjust, just wait for the animals on this mountain to be mechanized, and then knock on his door in the middle of the night!"

...

A few hours later, a military truck stopped at the foot of the mountain, and a large number of special personnel in protective suits filed out of the car, encircling the small village.

When encountering a living person, they were disinfected on the spot and then taken away in batches, while all the poultry and livestock were executed and burned on the spot.

Because of SCP-217's strong survivability, it can survive outside the host for several years.

Like the small town of Kraminda, whether these people are infected or not, this village is probably going to be abandoned.

Zhang Jue doesn't know how the government and the foundation will appease these people, and he doesn't care.

He was only interested in one thing now-what are the followers of the Broken Cult of God doing now.

Site14 is located in the suburbs, far away from the town. Logically speaking, the four blonde foreigners should be very eye-catching.

However, after the Foundation visited several nearby villages and towns, their whereabouts were not found.

Huang Xingwen was a little flustered when he couldn't figure out where the enemy was.

But Zhang Jue was so busy.

After returning to the site from the small mountain village, he only asked Li Sicheng for a topographic map around the site, and then he should eat, drink, and even play a game in the middle.

Huang Xingwen can only knock on his door again: "Counselor Zhang, can you catch them? This is a good saying. If you are not afraid of thieves, you are afraid of thieves. If these people are not caught, I will sleep all day. Not down to earth."

Zhang Jue laughed and patted Huang Xingwen on the shoulder: "Old Huang, don't worry, as long as you hand over the command of the site security team to me, I promise that within three days, you will get all these old guys out. ."

...

At the same time, there is a corner of site14 a few kilometers away.

Four blond and blue-eyed foreign friends are also gathering together, discussing the next move.

"According to reliable reports, the number of this foundation site is site14, and it was hacked a year ago. Since then, they have strengthened their defenses. The most important thing is that we don’t know where they put the holy relics. In the absence of internal response, a strong attack is tantamount to death."

It was a young man who was talking. He was thin, wore a pair of rimless glasses and spoke methodically. He seemed to be the brains of the four.

Another big man waved his hand irritably: "Oh, Talos, don’t bend around. We are only four of us. We will definitely not go head-to-head with others. If you don’t say this, we also know it in our hearts, and you will tell us what to do next. What should I do."

"Ababa—"

Another naive big man also nodded in agreement, but it seemed that he could not speak, and he still kept saliva.

Tarros looked at the last woman.

"Mirada, what do you say?"

The other two people also looked at her, probably this woman is the leader of this team.

Mirada nodded: "Taros, you have arranged everything since entering the CN. Our task is difficult this time. If you have any ideas, you can say, I will take care of any problems."

"It's not someone who will bear the problem." Tarros shook his head, "There is not much time left for us. If God cannot be resurrected, the entire world will be destroyed."

Hearing what he said, the other three nodded.

They put their hands on their chests in a strange posture, and said religiously: "God will be complete."

After reading the slogan, several people opened their eyes.

Talos continued his words.

"Since everyone trusts me, then I won’t be wordy--according to my observations these days, the defense of that Foundation site is tight on the outside and inside. It seems that no one is there during the day, but at night, every ten minutes. There will always be patrols patrolling outside, not including the field agents scattered around. With the four of us, we can't complete the task at all. Therefore, to regain the holy artifacts, we must take some extreme measures."

Talos narrowed his eyes and looked at the backpack behind him, where there was a potion called SCP-217 by the Foundation.

"Every ten days, there will be a batch of vehicles carrying supplies driving in. Because the SCP Foundation also has many things that cannot be made public, they only dare to act at night, and this is the best time for us to act."

"As soon as it gets dark tomorrow, we will sneak into the woods next to the site. Once the vehicles transporting supplies arrive at the outskirts of the site, Kabu and Kano, you two will be responsible for leading those patrols away. They will definitely have a reserve team. I will lead them away with the guards of the supplies, Mirada, and finally you will spray all these potions on their supplies."

He looked around at everyone: "Remember, there is only one chance. If we fail, we will be sinners of the church, and God will not forgive us."

Kabu smiled: "Talos, don't say so pessimistic. Although we have few people, we are all elites."

With that, he rolled up his sleeves, as if he wanted to show his muscles.

But his arm is not made of flesh|body, but a giant mechanical arm.

Most people who believe in the religion of the broken **** will transform their bodies into this way.

Talos shook his head: "Although there are many believers in our church, there are very few elites left. Everyone is careful."

Kabo thought he was long-winded and wanted to laugh at a few words, but Miranda said coldly: "Kabo, it's you! If you didn't spill the potion in that yard, we wouldn't be evacuated so quickly."

Kabu seemed to be very afraid of Miranda, and murmured: "It's not because of that stinky dog. If it weren't for it to bite me, how could I spill the potion—"

"Okay, well, the most important thing for us now is to complete the task." Tarros shook his head, "From now on, everyone should have a good rest. Everything is waiting for tomorrow night. If you don't want to be sinners of the church, you must be careful. Be careful and be careful, this time, we can only succeed, not fail-there is really not much time left for us."

After he finished speaking, Miranda nodded.

The big man named Kabu no longer lifts the bar.

Several people made that strange action again: "God will be complete."

...

At night the next day.

The site is surrounded by guards as usual.

In addition, there are several searchlights constantly sweeping, monitoring all creatures that dare to approach.

The defense force here is comparable to a small military camp.

At 12 o'clock in the morning, the vehicle transporting supplies arrived as scheduled.

Before the vehicle drove into the gate of site14, I heard a loud bang in the woods next to it. It seemed that something exploded.

The outlying patrol team moved closer to the explosion site for the first time.

Before they could walk in, gunshots came from the woods.

"Da da da! da da da!"

It seems that two heavy machine guns are firing crosswise.

The patrol team was lightly loaded and simple. Wherever it had done so much vitality, the captain immediately appealed to other teams for help.

Several other patrols also came in for reinforcements a few minutes later.

The two people in the woods did not see well and evacuated to the depths of the forest.

Several patrol teams followed.

at this time.

Vehicles carrying supplies were also attacked.

A man with a propeller back shot down from mid-air.

It seems to want to destroy the entire vehicle.

The **** immediately exchanged fire with ~www.novelmt.com~ The man saw the matter and ran away in a hurry.

The guard chased after him.

One minute later, the soil under the material vehicle loosened.

A petite woman got out of it.

She was agile, and a harrier turned over to the top of the material vehicle. At this moment, no one could stop her.

She digs out her backpack and takes out a few potions, just about to smash the insurance.

Suddenly, strong light shone from all directions.

It stabbed her to open her eyes.

Immediately afterwards, a man's noisy voice came.

"Yo-yo-yo, let me see who is going to give us gifts—oh, it turned out to be a chick, she looks pretty good—who, send her into my office, I want to enjoy— Oh, that's not right, it's a good interrogation."