I’m In Charge of SCP

After sending Simmons away, Zhang Jue found a hotel to stay with Hansen and the other agent. The first thing he did was to find a computer and read through all the news from around the world for the past two weeks.

He didn't know about things lately and he was a bit shocked. Just looking at the things reported online was enough to surprise Zhang Jue for a while. First of all, there was a strong earthquake in the Balkans in Europe. Romania, Bulgaria, Macedonia, Greece and other areas, all felt a strong earthquake.

The epicenter of the earthquake was in Romania, the death toll even exceeded 100,000. Numerous rescue teams went to the area, but the number of people killed is still growing every day. Zhang Jue calculated that two weeks ago, he had just returned from Europe, and Yang Xue was also left behind by the headquarters at that time.

It seemed that the headquarters had already had a warning before the earthquake. The second incident was an anti-human terrorist base in the Central Siberian Plateau of Russia. The Russian government has sent troops to surround it, even using heavy weapons. The battle is still going on, and there is no telling what the outcome will be.

About this point Zhang Jue is quite right. Because he had just spent a few days in Site-118 inside the Eastern Siberian mountains and had also passed through the Central Siberian Plateau. The geography there is very complicated, while the land is vast, but most of it is covered by forests.

Although very easy to conceal it, but the disadvantage is also very obvious and normal transportation is not convenient. If Zhang Jue was the head of the terrorists, he would not have set his base there. Besides, Siberia is the land of the old Maoist, and it is not for nothing that they are known as a fighting people. Bears have to run when they see them, let alone the enemy.

Needless to say, this must be a kind of blindfold. I wonder what's happening there? Can make the fighting people can not be attacked for a long time? In addition to these two news, there are also mixed with some other gossip.

For example, some people saw unidentified flying objects, or even vampires or something, said with a pattern, and even blurred photos. Even if it is true, compared to the above two, it is a child's play, so Zhang Jue did not care much.

What he cared about was that strange things were happening one after another around the world, and they all seemed to be bad signs. It was as if the earth was about to "revive" as written in those online novels. All kinds of demons and monsters were coming out to haunt and the Foundation is in a lot of trouble putting out fires everywhere.

Zhang Jue shut down his computer and lay on his bed, thinking about his next move. First of all, the Foundation was in trouble, but they had not made a move yet, which meant that things were still under control.

Although the Foundation had lost some people, it hadn't used its cards yet, so it was probably just waiting and seeing. After all, once something is activated, the consequences caused by it are unpredictable, and maybe even the existence of the Foundation will be exposed.

At that time, it will definitely cause panic around the world. However, the Foundation's ability could still be trusted, and since they could still hold out, Zhang Jue would disregard those false thoughts for now and settle things on his side first.

Although the Church of the Broken God had not resorted to force, it was enough of a fuck-up to poison them. Not to give something and to stop their conspiracy. About their actual operation, the scale is probably pretty large.

Thinking about it, although there are some ideas. But he is only one person, many things are not convenient to do. As for the two agents sent by the Foundation, Hansen and Kerr, they were more of a symbolic meaning, representing the headquarters. Zhang Jue did not intend to trust them either.

Thinking about it without any substantial breakthrough, Zhang Jue glanced at his watch and prepared to take a shower and go to bed. Just then, there was a knock on his door.

Knock knock knock.

Apparently, it was a specific frequency. The time was one in the morning. There was a knock on Zhang Jue's door, and if it had been a scantily clad woman asking Zhang Jue if he needed special services, perhaps a branch of an ambiguous story would have developed.

But it's not.

Zhang Jue opened the door, only to see a man with a Peking Opera face appearing outside the door. There was some fright. He made a gesture with Zhang Jue, signaling for Zhang Jue to go with him. Zhang Jue looked at him, then nodded.

The entire corridor of the hotel was unusually quiet, and instead of taking the elevator, the man jumped directly from the window at the end of the corridor. You know, Zhang Jue was staying on the sixth floor. The man was agile, rolling over various air conditioning units and railings, and landed in a few clicks.

He used this way, probably because he didn't want to be caught on camera, and probably went up the same way when he came. Zhang Jue bristled and went down the same way. With his current state, he would be fine even if he jumped directly from the sixth floor, but it should smash the ground into a crater.

Under the lead of the man with the mask, the two came to an abandoned factory. At this time, the sky drizzled, the two men went into the plant. In the faint light, the mysterious man took off his face mask.

Seeing the vicissitudes of that face, Zhang Jue laughed, "Smith, you're a foreigner. How come you use Chinese face mask? I almost didn't recognize it."

The visitor was none other than that old Smith. "Just to confuse the identity." He said. This old Smith had always given off a calm and steady feeling, worthy of a seasoned agent.

Zhang Jue nodded and asked, "What's the matter with finding me?" Zhang Jue knew that since the other party insisted on bringing him out, there must be something important.

"I've brought you some good news."

"Oh?"

Zhang Jue raised an eyebrow, he had been so busy with all sorts of things these past few months that he hadn't heard good news in a long time. I'm afraid that what could make Old Smith personally come out was not an ordinary matter.

Without Zhang Jue asking, Old Smith turned on the lights of the factory, and then looked toward the door.

Creak.

The heavy door was opened. Another Will Smith's face appeared in Zhang Jue's line of sight, young Will Smith had returned.

...

Before Zhang Jue went to Site-237 to face off with SCP-3125, he had sent Smith on a secret mission, and since then, he had disappeared from the Foundation's view. However, his position was as Zhang Jue's assistant, so the Foundation did not interfere too much and let him act freely.

Two months passed, and he finally returned.

"Good work." Zhang Jue hugged him.

Smith was winded and dusty, obviously having just arrived. He probably hadn't even had time to rest before he was led here by Old Smith and brought to Zhang Jue's side. Neither of them was a pretentious person, and with a slight hug, they were just expressing their hang-ups to each other.

Not having seen him for two months, Zhang Jue sized him up again. Smith seemed to have lost some weight, his cheekbones had become higher, but his eyes were still as steely as ever.

There was an additional scar on his left temple, which seemed to be the result of a bullet wound. It seemed that this mission was very dangerous. Zhang Jue did not ask him about the mission, but only asked if he still had wounds on his body and if he needed to go to the hospital for a full examination.

Smith hammered his chest with his fist, signaling that he was currently in very good shape.

Then he said to Old Smith, "See, you're fine!"

This sentence Zhang Jue did not understand.

Smith smiled and explained, "Before coming here, he and I said that as long as I didn't mention it. You would definitely not ask about the completion of the mission."

"Crap, I forgot about it if you didn't mention it." Zhang Jue snapped his head, "So did you finish it or not?"

He was told that Zhang Jue would forget this matter, Smith is beaten to death do not believe it. Let's just say that compared to the task, Zhang Jue really is more concerned about his situation.

Will Smith huffed, snapped his fingers, and shouted outside, "Brothers, come in and show Advisor Zhang!"

As soon as his words fell, a team of heavily armed soldiers, thirty to forty in number, came in through the gate. They were all physically strong and well-trained. At a glance, they knew that they had extraordinary combat strength.

The soldiers lined up in two lines and stopped in front of Zhang Jue, with an imposing presence. Will Smith stepped to the front of the line and then turned back. He faced Zhang Jue and gave a military salute.

"Report! Black Pearl squad is assembled! Please give instructions!"