I’m In Charge of SCP

Zhang Jue and Smith arrived at the outskirts of the hospital with great speed. There was dead silence all around. Only birds in the distance made a rattling sound. The two men looked at each other, lowered their bodies, and slowly approached the entrance.

The heavy smell of blood came from the ground. As Zhang Jue said, humans are very sensitive to the smell of blood. Now it was almost certain that something had indeed happened here.

It was a bit unbelievable. Zhang Jue knew very well how strong the defense force of this base was. Other than that, two MTF squads would always stand by on their guards. Even if the SCP-682 had come, they would have been able to deal with it with an effort.

What could have happened to this place?

The two of them went inside the building through the gate of the guard tower at the main entrance, which was hidden. Smith carefully pushed open the door. The body of a staff member lay inside. Bullet holes were all over his body and the wall behind him. Someone should be standing in the doorway, firing wildly inside.

Smith stepped forward and touched the security officer's neck. "Time of death was around 12 to 14 hours ago, which is between one and three o'clock last night." He said to Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue nodded. Most intrusions occurred in the latter part of the night because that was when security personnel was at their lowest level of vigilance. He narrowed his eyes and headed straight for the inside of the hospital. Smith was tempted to warn him to be careful, but when he thought of the day Zhang Jue and the others had a shot at each other with heavy machine guns, he simply let it go.

The hospital door had been completely destroyed, and glass shards were scattered everywhere. There was blood spatter all around. The elevator had been destroyed, so Zhang Jue could only go upstairs on foot.

At the corner of the first floor, he saw a corpse. To be precise, it was a pile of corpses. The head and chest cavity were connected, the limbs were scattered to the side, and blood was flowing all over the floor.

He could even imagine the scene where a security member ran down from the upper floor and met a man here. That person used a sharp weapon to slash an x on his chest and abdomen. Then the security member scattered his entire body to the ground like tofu. Zhang Jue ignored him and went all the way upstairs.

On the second floor, he saw more body parts. All of them were security personnel here, and almost all of them had been chopped into several sections. One man had been lazily decapitated, and judging from the blood on the floor, he had crawled a few meters dragging his intestines, and ended up dead in the corner.

Zhang Jue faintly clenched his fist. Guessing what kind of weapon the other party was using. After all, even Able, who was good with swords, couldn't have cut someone into this state. He searched layer by layer and finally found the surveillance room on the fourth floor.

I don't know who designed this building. But as he expected, the equipment of the surveillance room had been destroyed. He could not know so simply what kind of people were coming at them. This also proves that the enemies were afraid of being seen or known.

At this time, Smith had already rushed up to him. "Advisor Zhang, I just went outside to check the situation. All of the automatic alert equipment on the periphery was destroyed. The enemy is either familiar with this place or has been planning for a long time. It looks like the visitor is up to no good. Should we inform the Foundation about this first?"

"It's useless. The signal here has been blocked."

Smith took out his cell phone and found that it was indeed so. Since they had entered the confines of this building, they had lost contact with the outside. He picked up the landline next to the surveillance room, but what came through the microphone was a busy signal.

"When the Foundation found out that this place was out of contact, they would naturally send someone to check the situation, except that they're a little slow to come before things happened." Zhang Jue sneered, "I wonder what kind of shit is in the heads of those people at headquarters." Zhang Jue could say whatever he wanted, while Smith did not dare to answer.

He asked, "So, what should we do now?"

"What should we do? Just be cool with it." Zhang Jue told a joke that Smith didn't even understand.

With a grunt, he walked out of the surveillance room and began looking around the entire building. Yet other than more bodies, they simply didn't have anything else of value to find.

An hour later, the sun dropped below the horizon, and it was getting dark. But they were still weaving around the entire building. Just as Zhang Jue expected. The building was very strangely designed, not pointed south to north and horizontal to vertical. Without a map, the average person would be difficult finding his way in or out. It should be done on purpose.

Smith finally couldn't help himself and ask, "Advisor Zhang, can you tell me what you're looking for? I might be able to help too."

"It's not that I won't tell you. It's because I don't know what's here either." Zhang Jue shrugged, "But since there's so much medical equipment here, I'm going to take an irresponsible guess that the odds are it's a patient."

A patient?

Smith said, "So, the enemy is targeting him?"

Zhang Jue nodded, "It's most likely."

The Foundation had hidden a patient here alone and had built a hospital, so Smith knew with his butt how important that person was.

He worried, "I don't know if the enemy got it."

Zhang Jue said, "I don't know if they got it or not, but things shouldn't be as bad as you think."

Smith froze, "Why?"

Zhang Jue pointed to those corpses behind them. "Have you noticed that the corpses we've found so far are ordinary security personnel? We haven't seen a single corpse in a white coat in this kind of big hospital, and those MTF Squads originally stationed here haven't been seen either."

After Zhang Jue reminded him, Smith thought back carefully and found that it was really that way. "What does this mean?"

Zhang Jue looked around, "Either they all died in another place, or they all managed to hide in another place."

"Advisor Zhang, are you saying that there is a good chance that this place is just a decoy?"

"It's just a possibility. After all, this expensive medical equipment cannot be faked. If we compare this base to a building, what we see now is only the part above ground. There are still some hidden parts underground that we haven't found."

"But the elevators I saw here don't go to the underground level."

"It doesn't say they must be underground." Zhang Jue said, "But they must be nearby, not too far away."

"Then how are we going to find them?"

"At times like this, it's time to use that method."

Zhang Jue clenched his hands into fists, his face full of determination. He had never seen Advisor Zhang get so serious before. Smith guessed that Advisor Zhang should be about to use his own ability. He looked at Zhang Jue with admiration, thinking that Advisor Zhang was indeed the most reliable partner in any situation. He felt grateful for being able to follow Zhang Jue's side. Staying with good people would always make you better.

Smith tried to ask, "Advisor Zhang, can you reveal what is 'that solution' that you are talking about? Is it some kind of secret technique from the ancient East?"

"Something like that." Zhang Jue said.

Smith took a few steps back and waited for Zhang Jue's killer move. But Smith never expected that Zhang Jue would take off his shoes, and the words were recited under his breath.

"Tai Shang Laojun, I command you!" With that, he threw his shoes high into the air. Smith looked dumbfounded.

Two seconds later. The shoes fell in front of them, giving off a charming smell. Smith covered his nose, feeling a little dizzy.

Zhang Jue put the shoe back on as if nothing had happened and pointed with a confident face to the side where the tip of the shoe was, "Go that way!"