I'm In Charge of SCP Chapter 157

After the two fisted, they both maintained their respective positions and did not move.

But after a few seconds, Spencer's arm seemed to be unstretched, and it fell vertically and swayed on his side.

In the next second, Spencer clutched his arm and let out a painful cry, as if the punch he had just hit Zhang Jue caused him tremendous damage.

what happened?

Both the boss and Stevenson looked at Zhang Jue in horror.

How did he do that?

"You cheat!"

The boss shouted at the first moment.

"His—whoo—"

Zhang Jue pretended to raise a sigh of relief, and put a Tai Chi closed hand gesture before returning to his normal stance.

He shook his fist: "They are all fleshy, how can they be considered fraudulent."

The boss was speechless for a while, because he had no idea how Zhang Jue did it.

In terms of Spencer's body, even if he hits the steel plate with a punch, his entire arm will not be destroyed.

Zhang Jue clenched his fist.

Sure enough, after 682's tempering, his body is already very strong. If this continues to develop, one day he will be invulnerable - or qualitative changes caused by quantitative changes, and perhaps even more terrifying levels.

But these are things to follow.

Zhang Jue looked at the boss and pointed to Spencer who was rolling on the ground: "You'd better call the medical staff right away. The bones of his arm are all broken. Don't even think about punching in the future. See if you can fly the machine. Bar--"

The boss looked at Zhang Jue with a stern look, and finally picked up the phone on the table and yelled a few times.

A few minutes later, several staff members came here and worked together to lift Spencer away.

To solve an ordinary person with one punch, Zhang Jue had no guilt.

Black boxing is like this. Unless you are better than others, killing and wounding are commonplace.

There must be many people who died under this Spencer's fist.

Zhang Jue looked at the boss again: "Well, I won, now you can answer my question?"

"You mentioned the conditions just now, but I didn't promise you." The boss hummed, "Besides, who said you won?"

He clapped his hands, and a dozen black-clothed bodyguards with pistols filed in from the door and surrounded Zhang Jue and Stevenson.

Stevenson looked around vigilantly, thinking about the escape route. As a Foundation agent, he had not encountered such a scene, but at this time he wanted to protect Zhang Jue, and the situation was a bit troublesome.

Stevenson looked at Zhang Jue, wanting to use his eyes to determine the next plan with him.

However, Zhang Jue sighed.

"Stevenson, it's not that I said that you Dameijian manages guns too loosely. I have been in Meiguo less than 24 hours ago. Today is the second time I have been pointed at by a gun. I am in the mood. very bad."

Stevenson was a little bit dumbfounded. He said that at this time, you still want to complain about the security of Meiguo. If you come to fight the black boxing place, can that be okay? Besides, you are not the one who caused the two incidents.

The boss hid behind the bodyguards and sneered: "What if you are in a bad mood?"

"Brother Jue is very angry, and the consequences are serious."

Zhang Jue's voice just fell.

All the bodyguards holding guns were covering their heads and running around, seeming to see something incredible, scared them out of their bodies.

what happened?

Stevenson and the boss were once again shocked by what happened before them.

Needless to say, all of this is naturally caused by Zhang Jue.

Stevenson looked at Zhang Jue's back.

In just a few hours they have known each other, the consultant has been refreshing his knowledge.

Outside the hotel, Zhang Jue clashed with the FBI, and Stevenson thought he was a leader who would only cause trouble.

Later, Zhang Jue performed a series of analyses in the hotel, demonstrating his meticulous logical thinking ability.

After coming to the boxing venue, he showed his insight and courage even more.

He just punched, showing his skill.

So now, this group of bodyguards fell to the ground for unknown reasons, completely losing combat effectiveness, this is his hole card!

He must have some superpowers, or some SCP items on him!

The boss is also aware of this.

The young man dared to see him, and he was confident.

But even if all the bodyguards were intimidated by Zhang Jue's terror projection, he still sat calmly behind his desk.

Those who can be the king and dominate in this underground world are by no means idle.

Five minutes later, the affected bodyguards gradually returned to normal, but they no longer dared to point their guns at Zhang Jue.

I don't know what they have experienced during the period just now.

Seeing their embarrassed look, the boss said angrily: "A bunch of useless things, don't get out of here!"

The bodyguards seemed to have received an amnesty. They didn't dare to look at Zhang Jue again, and they all left the room.

In the huge room, only Zhang Jue Stevenson and the boss were left.

"How is it?" Zhang Jue looked at the boss and said, "Can you answer my question now?"

"Well, I'm willing to bet and lose, I can tell you where Smith is hiding."

A good one is willing to bet.

This time even Stevenson sneered. If it weren't for Consultant Zhang to break the game twice, probably the two of them would leave here sideways tonight.

The boss continued: "I'm just the front of my shame. Smith is no longer there. It's useless if you go."

"Whether it's useful is my business, just tell me."

The boss snorted, tore a piece of paper from the notebook on the desk, and wrote an address on it with a pen.

"Go here and find a man named Henry, and he will take you there."

Stevenson looked at him, took the note, and handed it to Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue didn't even look at it. He stuffed the note into his pocket and clasped his fists in his hands: "I'm harassing you tonight, let's say goodbye."

The boss looked at him: "You are not afraid that I will write something to deceive you?"

"It's useless to be afraid. I can't verify it now." Zhang Jue said with a smile, "but I believe in your character, the boss, you look like me. He is an upright and kind person and should not deceive. Am i right?"

The boss sighed. He has lived for so many years, and Zhang Jue is the first person to use the word "integrity and kindness" to describe him.

"Boy, you are a bit interesting, I made you a friend," the boss said, "I can give my name when I go out in the future-Randall Dupont."

"OK, I hope you can get a discount when you eat KFC." Zhang Jue smiled, "My Chinese name is Zhang Jue, and my English name is juezhang. Have you ever played mahjong? It's the one with only one card left. Card."

After Zhang Jue and Stevenson left, the boss slammed the table.

He has been out for so many years, and it is the first time that he has been forced to this point by a young man, saying that it is impossible not to be angry.

At this moment, a shadow suddenly appeared on the background wall behind him.

The shadow gradually became clear, transformed into a human shape, and finally walked out of the wall.

It was an old man with long beard and hair, with a long staff in his hand.

In terms of image, it's like Gandalf in "Lord of the Rings".

At the level of DuPont, ordinary bodyguards can no longer guarantee their safety, because they can already vaguely touch the unusual side of this world.

So when he saw that Zhang Jue possessed a certain ability, his attitude immediately changed and he told Zhang Jue Smith's address.

Because he knows ~www.mtlnovel.com~ ordinary people can no longer compete with that young man.

DuPont looked at the old man: "He is also from your world?"

The old man thought for a moment and shook his head: "The power system is different. I have never seen the energy conversion method in him."

DuPont hummed: "Anyway, it's also very powerful, isn't it?"

The old man nodded slowly.

DuPont said: "If you two fight against each other, what chance is there to win?"

"This young man from the East has huge energy in his body. Based on my observation of him, if the two of us fight unscrupulously, the odds of winning are in ten."

"Ten zero open? Then why didn't you make a move just now?"

The old man looked at DuPont with calm eyes: "Sir, don't make a mistake, he has a ten percent chance of winning."

Chapter end

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