I’m In Charge of SCP

Mineta Street No. 34 B&B. Zhang Jue sat across from Will Smith, who had returned to his normal clothes. Smith looked at him warily. Zhang Jue recklessly surveyed the place where he had stayed. This was a small five-story building, and he had scouted it carefully when he came here. No one lived down there.

"How did you know it was me?" Looking at each other for a moment, Smith asked. Thought his disguise was already good.

However, Zhang Jue didn't think so.

"Your disguise is too inferior. You tried to cover up the injury on your leg with a limp and attempted to cover up the smell of blood on your body with the smell of alcohol, both of which were very unsuccessful. The smell of blood is just.... well, too unique for professionals. Even if you covered your whole body in shit, I would still be able to distinguish it."

Will Smith was tempted to say, "I wouldn't do that even if I were dead."

Zhang Jue smiled, "And as soon as the police came, you immediately left because you didn't want to be a witness because that would reveal your identity. As to why you would risk going to that bank, you wanted to pick up what you left for Simmons. If I'm right, it's money, right? "

Zhang Jue had said a lot of things that were basically true, but what concerned Smith more was that Zhang Jue had mentioned his friend.

"You know Simmons?" Smith asked.

"Yes, my name is Zhang Jue. I am Simmons' colleague and a very good friend of him." Zhang Jue said, "So, I'm no different from your friend, right?"

Smith frowned, "What are you doing here? Why are you looking for me? You should know that I'm in a very dangerous situation."

Zhang Jue leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs leisurely.

"Would you believe me if I said that I was here to help you get out of your current situation?"

Zhang Jue looked so mysterious and unpredictable that Smith couldn't even read him. But Smith knew that this young man was by no means a normal person. He had taken care of several robbers with his bare hands in three strikes in the bank. The execution was clean. Something even that Smith can't do it himself.

Of course, it would be a different story if it were in the jungle.

"So, come with me. I promise to bring you to a safe place where absolutely no one will hurt you." Zhang Jue said.

Smith gave a heave, "Even if I trust you, do you have the ability to do that?"

Smith knew that those who were after him had deep backgrounds that ordinary people couldn't stand, and even Dupont couldn't save him. Or rather, there was no safe place for him in this country.

Zhang Jue was just about to say something but suddenly stopped. Smith saw that his ears twitched.

"There are people coming up, two in front and four behind." Zhang Jue said, "It seems that is not one of your colleagues."

Smith frowned slightly. It must be those people who were looking for him again. What a restless individual. His right foot was now injured, and he couldn't put any strength into it.

He limped over to his bed, pulled out the pistol that he had brought with him for years, and walked to the side of the window, looking through the slit in the curtain to the street below.

"It's not too late for you to leave. That group of robbers is not even in the same class compared to these people. If you don't want to die, you better get out of here right no-"

Smith's words had not yet finished, but then two thumps were heard. Zhang Jue had finished off two people in front of him.

Smith froze for a moment. Unable to understand what was happening.

Zhang Jue clapped his hands, "Only caught two. The other four ran too fast. These kinds of people are too sensitive to danger. Pretending to be pigs and eating tigers doesn't work at all. Next time try to find someone in a female disguise. Maybe you can seduce them."

Smith was drowned in confusion. He was just holding a gun, but he had already knocked down some of them?

He looked at Zhang Jue in horror.

Who the hell is he?

Zhang Jue waved his hand, "Don't look at me with that look. There are many women that dress up, and definitely, I won't use my body for it." Smith did not quite understand what Zhang Jue said. He just looked at Zhang Jue.

The next second, Zhang Jue kicked him to the side. The window shattered. There was an additional bullet hole where he had been standing. Zhang Jue looked out of the broken window into the distance.

Smith was stunned and heard Zhang Jue mutter, "At least a thousand meters away, what an accurate gun."

A sniper. At this very moment, Zhang Jue was standing in front of the window, completely exposed to the enemy's view. Smith wanted to open his mouth to warn him, yet what happened was something he would probably never forget in his lifetime.

He saw a javelin appear out of thin air in Zhang Jue's hand. He took a few steps back in the room, came to a running stance, and then threw the javelin at an accurate angle. The javelin pierced through the glass and made a perfect arc in the air, finally disappearing from view.

Zhang Jue looked in the direction the javelin flew out, and only after a minute did he clap his hands, "After practicing it, this time it's really more accurate. Got him."

From what he was saying, he had thew a javelin 1,000 meters away and hit the sniper? Are you kidding?

Smith suspected that Zhang Jue was lying to him.

Boom!

The sound of an explosion came. The rumbling of helicopters followed it. In the field of view, two helicopters descended slowly from the sky, keeping their altitude right at his window. Two large men dressed in black held rocket-propelled grenades in their hands, firing over to the inside of the room.

"Run!" Smith shouted.

Two rockets fired over. The whole room would have to be blown up. Yet Zhang Jue did not run, and a long black sword appeared in his hand. Two strokes, and the two rockets exploded in mid-air. The flames spewed up to the sky. Smith looked stunned.

Is this a movie? This is too good to be true. He should be inside a movie production!

The people on the helicopter saw that the rockets did not work and immediately replaced them with two heavy machine guns. The sound of bursting came. The floor of the house was almost broken to smithereens. Smith hid in the dead center of the field of vision and was spared.

He took a moment to glance at the window. He saw that the long sword in Zhang Jue's hand had turned into a huge shield, defending his entire body in front of it. The bullets from the machine gun hit it with a dull thud, unable to break the defense at all.

Half a minute later, the shooting outside still hadn't stopped, and Smith heard Zhang Jue curse, "It's not over, is it?"

The shield was instantly transformed into a heavy machine gun. The bullets from the enemy were the first to enter Zhang Jue's flesh and blood, but he was not affected in any way.

Zhang Jue pulled the trigger in his hand. Like Stallone, he held the heavy machine gun and fired wildly at the two helicopters outside the window.

He also shouted in a particularly strange accent, "I'll kill you all, son of a bitch!"

The two helicopters were hit in their fuel tanks, exploded, and crashed to the ground in the blink of an eye. Smith looked dumbfounded.

Is this guy really a human being? Everything he just saw was not an illusion? He gave himself two slaps and rubbed his eyes. Zhang Jue was still standing there.

The entire wall had been completely destroyed, and Zhang Jue was standing there. Looking into the distance from above, seemingly confirming that there were no enemies left.

A few minutes later, he walked toward him. At Smith's astonished gaze, Zhang Jue smiled at him.

"Sorry for making a mess in this place. Those people were just too arrogant to hold back. Let me ask, I shouldn't be paying for the collateral damage here, right? It's not that I can't pay it. I'll pay half a million, and then you'll help me out with the another million. How about that?"