I’m In Charge of SCP

"The people who are after me are the Wright family, one of the two major families in Philadelphia," Smith said.

The Wright family?

Hearing this name, Zhang Jue faintly stared. There were two major news stories in Philadelphia recently. One was that many indecent photos of celebrity stars had been leaked on the Internet. The second was the competition between the Wright and Glenn families in Philadelphia for the governorship of Pennsylvania. But the race for governor doesn't start until next week, and it's still in the warm-up phase.

The two families have put their money where to spread their influence. They are using all sorts of tactics and everything. Zhang Jue knew about this because Du Jingtian had mentioned to him that the Foundation wanted the Glenn family to be elected.

As for the reason, it was because the youngest son of the patriarch of the Glenn family was a member of the Foundation. If the Glenn family were elected, the Foundation would have more room to do things in Pennsylvania.

The Wright family has a shady background, their business is mostly comprised of human trafficking, contract killing, and many more shady activities. No matter how you look at it, the Foundation will not allow the Wright family won the election.

This kind of political game puts Smith in danger. He's just a boxer who plays underground boxing, and in the Wright family's eyes, he's not even as good as the dog they have. Why would they even after him anyway?

"As for the reason." Smith continued. "It's because of a flash drive. But, I don't know what that is."

"You don't know it either?" Zhang Jue was serious.

"Yeah." Smith nodded, "I've never had a flash drive in my belonging."

Zhang Jue cupped his chin, "That's a bit strange."

This is something that Smith himself couldn't figure it out. He had been caught in a political game, the information he got left him confused, and he was tempted to ask them if they were mistaken. But the other side wouldn't listen to his reasoning.

Zhang Jue looked at Smith and knew he shouldn't be lying. He had no reason to lie to himself at this point in time. Something must have gone wrong at some point.

"I have a clue." Smith suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Zhang Jue looked up at him.

Smith was frowning, obviously not very confident about this matter either. "I've thought it back carefully. A month ago, I won a boxing match and deposited all my winnings into a bank locker as my deposit. I can't get an ATM due to my status, and cash makes me feel more secure. Right after that day, I started being hunted by the Wright family. "

"Oh?" Zhang Jue raised an eyebrow. Smith's analytical skills weren't bad, and this was indeed something worth noting. "On that day, did anything strange happen?" Zhang Jue asked.

"There was." Smith said, "I was in front of the bank and met a man who ran past me in a hurry, carrying the same case like me, and we both bumped into each other."

Zhang Jue chortled, "So it was an accident?"

Smith thought back carefully but still wasn't sure and shook his head.

"So, not only you're going to pick up the money today, but you still want to confirm if that case is the one you had before or not."

Smith nodded his head.

"Huh..." Zhang Jue laughed twice with a leathery smile.

It seemed that if they hadn't encountered that group of robbers today, the two of them would have known the truth of the matter. But then again, if it hadn't been for that group of robbers, Zhang Jue wouldn't have been able to find Smith in such a short amount of time.

It was a blessing in disguise. As long as the box was still in the bank, they would know what was inside sooner or later. It was late at night, and the bank had long since closed. In order to avoid a long night, Zhang Jue decided to go and check it out first thing in the morning. But no matter what was inside, finding Smith was the most important thing to celebrate. There were a few other things Zhang Jue wanted to ask him.

"In your email to Simmons, you said you met something bizarre. What was it?"

"I got a feeling that someone was watching me," Smith said.

Zhang Jue thought that it should be Stevenson. Smith's anti-surveillance ability was strong, and it really wasn't a good idea for the Foundation to send someone to spy on him. But the next second, Smith's words overturned his suspicions.

"The man who spied on me gave me a very familiar feeling; he knew my every habit and could even predict my actions. Which gave me the creeps."

Obviously, this was certainly not something Stevenson could do. Zhang Jue hadn't spent much time with Stevenson. He had the feeling that he wasn't as powerful as Smith, let alone predicting Smith's actions. The most likely one would be the mysterious person.

Zhang Jue took out the note he found from Smith's residence and spread it out on the table, "It's him, isn't it?"

Smith naturally recognized the note, and he nodded, "Yes, I was being hunted. If it weren't because of him, I would have been dead long ago."

Zhang Jue nodded, his fingers regularly tapping on the desktop. A moment later, he suddenly spoke, "Smith, here comes your first assignment after joining the Foundation."

Smith sat upright, "What is it?"

Zhang Jue smiled faintly, "Don't you want to know the true identity of that mysterious person? Let's find it out. How about it?"

...

The next morning, Zhang Jue woke up early in modest clothing and waited at the bank entrance while most of the people were still asleep.

Because of the robbery that had just occurred the day before, the mess that had been caused around had not yet been cleaned. The bank was supposed to be open for business, and Zhang Jue could already see from the floor-to-ceiling windows that employees on the night shift were walking around inside.

When it was 9 AM, the bank's door was opened from the inside. Zhang Jue was like an old lady rushing to the morning market to buy discounted potatoes and was the first to squeeze into the bank's lobby.

The lobby manager recognized him at a glance, "Aren't you the one from yesterday? The one that-"

"Yes, yes, yes, that's me." Zhang Jue was busy nodding, not wanting to waste any time, "Take me to the locker quickly. I have something to get out. If I'm late, someone will get killed!"

The lobby manager could only hold his words in his stomach. Zhang Jue found Smith's locker and entered the password, and there was indeed a very large amount of stuff inside. Besides gold bars, Zhang Jue also saw a few diamonds. Smith had indeed made a lot of money over the years, both as a mercenary and as an underground boxer.

Of course, all these things were nothing in Zhang Jue's eyes. He found the suitcase with the cash that Smith was talking about. Silver and white suitcases are very common. If you don't pay attention, you could easily be mistaken.

Zhang Jue took the suitcase back to the hotel, closed the door, and drew the curtains. The suitcase had a password, and Zhang Jue entered it twice according to the password Smith gave him, and it was incorrect.

In other words, it really wasn't Smith's stuff.

Zhang Jue fist-pumped and got excited. He manifested Able's long black sword and sliced the part of the combination lock open. With a snap, the box was opened. Inside was a black sponge. In the center of the sponge, a USB flash drive was lying inside.

This is it!

Zhang Jue suddenly became excited. He had a very strong feeling that there must be something good inside it.