I’m In Charge of SCP

After Zhang Jue and Yang Xue returned to the site, the headquarters also issued their processing results.

Yang Xue assisted the two MTF teams to move the staff and patients who remained at the Area114 site to a safe place, and the foundation will reward them.

Since the Antimemetics Department incident has promoted her staff rank, this time, the salary has been improved mainly.

Yang Xue's basic salary has doubled and he has a few more days of annual leave.

Yang Xue didn't care much about these awards, because she felt that she hadn't helped much.

The report sent to Zhang Jue contained exactly what O5-1 had said about him.

This was a bit beyond Zhang Jue's expectation. Originally, he thought he had killed someone, and the Foundation would use it to make some articles.

After all, he now has more and more things at hand.

He did not expect that the final processing result would be so gentle.

He picked it up high, but put it down gently.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Zhang Jue is a little nervously wondering if the Foundation intends to put him down again.

In the afternoon, the two captains, Kenneth and Strong, also called to express his gratitude for his life-saving grace.

The two captains belonged to the headquarters and wanted to thank them in person, but they had no chance.

Zhang Jue exchanged a few words with them and asked about their current situation, and learned that the Foundation had not punished the two of them, but instead rewarded the two teams.

It seems that after successfully killing Ion this time, the Foundation has been more tolerant to everyone, and has not deliberately asked for trouble, otherwise they will definitely be punished.

The MTF team is different from civilians like Yang Xue. If they retreat without getting an order, they can be sent to the military court inside the foundation.

Fortunately, this kind of thing did not happen, and Kenneth and Strong did not have to face some bad choices.

Good.

It took less than two days for Zhang Jue to return to the site. Before his **** was hot, an unexpected visitor suddenly came to Site14.

She was escorted to Zhang Jue's office.

The person who came was no one else, but the believer of the Broken Cult that he had caught-Mirada.

Mirada and several of her team members once tried to use SCP-217 (mechanical virus) to invade Site14, and were eventually captured by Zhang Jue.

Although the two hadn't said a few words, Zhang Jue still remembered her appearance.

Zhang Jue looked at her: "What are you doing here?"

You know, although the Foundation let Robert Bumaro go because of his face, but in the eyes of the Foundation and the GOC, there is no essential difference between the Church of the Broken God and the Sarkic sect. Both belong to the "evil | sect".

When she came here, she was totally self-inflicted.

Mirada's face was full of sadness: "I don't know how to contact you, so I can only force in."

"Why do you contact me?" Zhang Jue said, "I know I am handsome and suave, but we are really not suitable."

"No." Mirada shook her head, tears in her eyes, "It's the leader, he... he's going to die, he wants to see you."

...

The reason why the Foundation dared to let Robert Bumaro leave is because Robert Bumaro has not many days to live.

As long as he doesn't do things that harm humans, how and where he died, the Foundation doesn't really care.

So Robert Bumaro returned to the base camp of the Cult of the Broken God and returned to the City of Gears.

Originally, when Robert Bumaro ascended to God, the congregation cheered, thinking that the Broken God Cult could finally raise their eyebrows.

But no one thought that after he came back, he was dying.

The Sect of Broken God was originally composed of three branches. After his death, the group of dragons will have no leader, and the contradictions within the religion will be intensified.

At the same time, the Foundation and the GOC are eyeing out.

So in the past few days, Robert Bumaro has been working day and night, trying to arrange a bright future for the Cult of the Broken God.

However, what should come will finally come.

Robert Bumaro can feel that his time is approaching.

So he sent Mirada out to see Zhang Jue one last time.

Two days later, Zhang Jue came to the city of gears.

The two still met in Robert Bumaro's office.

Robert Bumaro was placed in a special wheelchair and looked at the sky in the distance through the window.

His face was normal, and he couldn't tell that he was a patient at all, but the gears on his bare body had turned slower and slower, making a clicking sound, rusty, as if it could stop at any time.

"Counselor Zhang, you said, what is the purpose of a person's life?" Robert Bumaro asked.

This question probably only makes sense when you are about to die.

Zhang Jue didn't even think about it, and said, "Of course it is to make my relatives and friends live happily, and make my enemies unhappy."

"Consultant Zhang lives well. I have lived a long time before I want to understand this problem." Robert Bumaro sighed, "Now Ion is dead and the Sarkic sect has died. Logically speaking, I have no regrets. But what makes me most uneasy is the group of people under me."

Zhang Jue understands what Robert Bumaro means. There are two reasons why the Broken God Sect has grown to its current scale.

First, it is external pressure. The Church of the Broken God is faced with several powerful enemies of the Sarkic sect, the SCP Foundation, and the GOC, and has to unite and fight the enemy together.

And second, it is because Robert Bumaro's prestige is too high.

As long as he is there, the careful thoughts of those people will be hidden, and they won't overdo it.

But now, with the death of Ion, the threat of the Sarkic sect no longer exists, and Robert Bumaro is about to die.

The balance of the Church of the Broken God will be broken.

It can be said that without the foundation and the GOC, the three branches of the church are fighting internally, and you can play yourself to death.

This is what Robert Bumaro doesn't want to see anyway.

So he must do something to prevent this from happening.

Zhang Jue saw his distress and said: "According to the history I have read, generally speaking, in this situation, the best solution is to find a suitable successor, as long as he can suppress the three branch churches. Contradictions, the Church of the Broken God can continue to develop and grow, or it will be destroyed sooner or later."

Robert Bumaro said: "I agree with Consultant Zhang."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jue shook his head: "Leader Bumaro, don't blame me for pouring your cold water. In my opinion, there doesn't seem to be anyone around you who can take on this important responsibility. It seems that your luck is not very good. Destined to perish."

The second half of Zhang Jue's sentence is a bit ridiculous.

Robert Bumaro didn't care, but showed a meaningful smile.

"No, I have."

"Huh huh?" Zhang Jue was a little surprised, "Who is an expert, it's the mule who came out with a horse, and let me see and see."

Robert Bumaro had a smile in his eyes, he looked at Zhang Jue without speaking.

Zhang Jue was stunned, seeming to guess Robert Bumaro's thoughts, and quickly said: "Boss, this joke is not funny."

Robert Bumaro put away the smile in his eyes, with a serious face: "I'm not kidding, Consultant Zhang, it is because of this incident that I have not traveled far, and invited you to the City of Gears."

He sighed.

"I have been thinking about it for a long time and have discussed with several ministers. Apart from you, there is no other suitable person. Consultant Zhang, I can see that you and the SCP Foundation are not of the same mind. The SCP Foundation also has a lot of guard against you. , On behalf of the hundreds of thousands of the Church of the Broken God, I would like to send you the most sincere invitation. Are you willing to become the next leader of the Church of the Broken God?"

After Robert Bumaro finished speaking, the door of his office opened.

The three broken gods, old, middle and young, walked in under the leadership of Robert Bumaro's secretary Fusha.

The three of them are the current leaders of the Broken Church, Gear Orthodoxy, and Maxwellism.

The three of them knelt on one knee, Qi Qi said, "I implore Consultant Zhang to be the leader of my teaching."

Even the little girl Fusha also knelt down.

Robert Bumaro sighed again, his eyes reddish.

"Consultant Zhang, I know that you are used to an unfettered life, so I don’t want to imprison you here. Now that the Sarkic sect has collapsed, there is no need for the Broken Cult to expand. Please serve as the leader. I just want to give These believers have a good end."

Every sentence of Robert Bumaro is sincere and sincere, and Zhang Jue does not give Zhang Jue a chance to refuse.

He has conducted many discussions with the backbone of several churches. Zhang Jue is a consultant of the foundation and has also dealt with the GOC. Only if he is the leader can the Church of the Broken God survive in the cracks. There is no way. Method.

The three employees knelt on the ground and Robert Bumaro persuaded him sincerely. Zhang Jue was forced to the corner and there was no room for rejection.

If you put it in the past, he would definitely pat his **** and leave, trying to threaten him, it doesn't exist.

But it is different now.

Without Robert Bumaro, he couldn't kill Ion, the two could be regarded as a fateful friendship, which made it difficult for him to do things so desperately.

In fact, the benefits of being the leader of the cult of Broken God are absolutely great, let alone anything else, the vitality of these 300,000 followers is very greedy.

Although their combat power can only be regarded as moderate, the rare thing is that they are pure in faith. As long as they are managed properly, it is definitely a very powerful boost.

Zhang Jue wants to prepare for the end of the world three years later, this is a cake to his lips.

The reason why he hesitated was also because he knew his character and couldn't sit in the office all day.

It's not that he can't do tedious and transactional work, but he just doesn't want to lock himself up.

But Robert Bumaro got the pulse of Zhang Jue. He knew that Zhang Jue was accustomed to the life of idle clouds and wild cranes. He didn't even ask Zhang Jue to stay in the city of gears. He didn't need to take care of trivial matters, as long as he made decisions on major decisions. .

This is already the biggest concession he can make.

After a stalemate for a while, Zhang Jue finally defeated and waved his hand helplessly: "Well, I promise you--"

"Really? Consultant Zhang?" The little girl, Fusha, who was kneeling on the ground, jumped up first before the leaders spoke. "That's great!"

"Wait, wait, don't get excited."

Zhang Jue waved his hand quickly, and then looked at Robert Bumaro: "I can promise to help you manage the Church of the Broken God, but there are a few conditions, you have to promise me."

Robert Bumaro nodded: "Consultant Zhang but said it's okay."

Zhang Jue thought for a moment, then spoke slowly.

"First, members of the Church of the Broken God must not actively harm normal humans, let alone use SCP-217 (mechanical virus) for personal gain."

"Secondly, during my tenure as the leader of the Church of the Broken God, I must order and prohibit. If anyone does not cooperate with the work or execute the order, don't blame me for being cruel."

"Third, if you feel that I am not suitable for this position, you can recommend a new leader at any time. Similarly, if I feel that you no longer need me, I will choose to separate from you without hesitation."

After three o'clock, Zhang Jue paused for a moment, leaving Robert Bumaro and the three leaders time to think.

Several people looked at each other, and Robert Bumaro nodded immediately: "Consultant Zhang, I can promise you now that there is nothing wrong with what you said."

Having said that, it is a foregone conclusion that Zhang Jue will become the next leader of the broken **** cult.

With 300,000 lives on his shoulders suddenly, Zhang Jue felt helpless.

He left Robert Bumaro's office, wandering around in the city of gears alone, wanting to get acquainted with this place.

Since he agreed to Robert Bumaro, he will do this leader well.

The believers in the City of Gears had already known the news that he would succeed the leader, and were unconvinced, but most people still respected him.

Zhang Jue looked at the sea in front of him, saying that there are always so many accidents in life.

...

After Zhang Jue left, Robert Bumaro had a small meeting with several confidants, mainly about how Zhang Jue took over the Church of the Broken God smoothly.

The meeting lasted until late at night.

Before he knew it, Robert Bumaro fell asleep in the chair.

Several confidants glanced at each other, very sad.

Everyone knew in their hearts that his deadline was approaching.

Robert Bumaro is only left with his head and chest connected together. If it weren't for a bit of divine protection, he would have died long ago.

After Zhang Jue agreed to his request, his last wish was fulfilled, his mind suddenly relaxed, and the vitality in his body finally dried up.

Fusha put him on the small bed in the meeting room, watching him sound asleep, tears falling on her cheeks.

At dawn, Robert Bumaro woke up leisurely.

Fusha was lying on the bedside and napping, seeming to feel a little bit, and she opened her eyes in a daze.

"Sir, are you awake? Do you want to drink water?"

Robert Bumaro shook his head slightly, and the gears in his neck made a clicking sound. He was struggling to do this kind of action now.

"What time is it," he asked hoarsely.

Seeing his frail appearance, Fusha red eyes: "Sir, it's not six o'clock, you can rest for a while."

Robert Bumaro tilted his head and looked at the sky outside.

"It seems that the sky is about to dawn... Fusha, can you help me to take a look outside..."

Fusha put Robert Bumaro on a special wheelchair and found that his body became lighter.

Pushing her wheelchair, she went all the way and met many people.

There are veterans of the three major sects, but more are the believers at the bottom.

Everyone did not rest.

Mr. Bumaro is about to return, and they all feel it.

No one spoke, just bowed their heads religiously.

Pushing the wheelchair, Fusha took Robert Bumaro to the terrace on the roof of the central building of the City of Gears.

From here, you can overlook the entire city.

This Cog City was established after Robert Bumaro took charge of the Church of the Broken God. It can be said that every inch of land and every tall building here is devoted to his efforts.

He knows the location of each screw and the size of each gear.

Now, it seems to say goodbye to this city.

The sky is not bright yet, the moon is like a hook, only the East reveals a hint of whiteness.

Robert Bumaro looked at the towering buildings, rolling bearings, letting the breeze blow his face, sniffing the mechanical breath of the city of gears, saying nothing, not knowing what he was thinking.

I don't know if it was at this moment before he died, the past history, everything in the past, became the picture in Robert Bumaro's mind, accompanied by the morning light, constantly changing before his eyes.

The phantom before Robert Bumaro's eyes gradually blurred, and the past and reality were constantly separated and overlapped.

He seemed to be able to see that the broken **** finally became complete.

Robert Bumaro blinked his somewhat apathetic eyes to drive away the hallucinations, and wanted to stand taller and see farther.

But he has no feet.

Fusha noticed his thoughts and quickly helped him up.

Robert Bumaro suddenly felt that his vision became clearer~www.novelmt.com~ He saw that the Church of the Broken God that he had guarded for thousands of years was finally growing.

Gears, machinery.

What a wonderful world.

Robert Bumaro sighed, closing his eyes forever.

The patron saint of the Church of the Broken God for nearly a thousand years has finally come to the end of his glorious life.

Below the terrace, the believers of the Church of the Broken God saw this scene.

At this time, the sun finally rose from the sea level, and the golden morning light hit Robert Bumaro’s face, as if he had fallen asleep...

Sleeping forever...

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To share a good news with you, the editor told me that this little broken book will be recommended next week. Let me save some manuscripts. I will not add it in the last two days. I will update it when I recommend it. .