I'm In Charge of SCP Chapter 390

　　As the highest authority of the Abnormal Biological Administration, the Zero Five Council has very strict requirements for its members. It is very difficult to join the Zero Five Council, and all abilities must not be too bad.

　　 Such as the ability to do things, the ability to respond, the ability to deal with major accidents.

　　 Under the various selections, none of the zero staff is a rice bucket.

　　 But, if you want to ask what is the most important ability to become a zero-footer.

　　 Then all the people who have served as Zero Five will probably tell you a unified answer-that is the ability to survive in danger.

　　According to the regulations of the Administration, Zero Five personnel should not be exposed to abnormal items at all, but in fact, this situation cannot be avoided at all.

　　 So whether or not you can escape in the event of a disaster has become a very important indicator.

　　 And this kind of ability can be said to be the housekeeping skills of the zero five staff, even if they are their closest relatives, they will not easily see it.

　　 If time is an evenly flowing river, let us now go upstream and see what happened in the afternoon that made the entire anomalous biological administration crazy.

　　 In that car at 120 yards per hour, when the timing of the nitrogen explosion was about to 00:00, the zero fifty-two sitting in the back row sighed.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the colors of the entire world began to become brighter, and the lines of the surrounding scenery also began to become abstract.

　　 The clouds in the sky, the trees on both sides of the road, and even the two of Zero Fifty Two and his driver Tom, have all undergone tremendous changes.

　　 All the scenery has become painted, and their car seems to be driving into a fairy tale world.

　　 The next second, the bomb exploded, and a speech bubble popped up on their car with the words "BOOM!" written on it.

　　 Ling Wu Twelve and Tom were both bombed into the sky, at least hundreds of meters above the ground, and then fell down.

　　 Both of them are fighting for the head.

　　 If you replace them with two ordinary people, let alone being blown up, just dropping this item from a height of 100 meters is enough to make them crumble into dumpling fillings.

but it is not the truth.

　　 After hitting the ground from a high altitude, they first landed their heads on the ground, their necks supported their bodies at a strange angle, and after standing upside down for a while, their legs hit the ground with a "bang".

　　 Immediately afterwards, a few birds appeared on the heads of the two people, circling a few times above their heads, even with sound effects.

　　 After a while, Tom regained consciousness, and shook off a few birds on top of his head, then pulled Ling Wu Twelve's legs and pulled his head out of the asphalt road.

　　Tom slapped him several times: "Jerry! Are you okay."

　　 Ling Wu Twelve's body swayed a few times in a very strange posture, and gradually recovered his consciousness.

　　 After confirming that there was no other danger, Ling Wu Twelve snapped his fingers, and the whole world returned to normal.

　　Tom looked around warily: "Jerry, what should we do next?"

After experiencing such an attack, Ling Wu Twelve was not angry, but showed excitement: "Such a good opportunity, of course, is to go back to play games. The enemy wants to kill me so, just treat me as dead. This time Big sister shouldn't blame me, hehehehe—"

at the same time.

　　Ling Wuxi drank the cold cup of coffee, then pinched his throat, his face turned purple, and fell to the ground.

　　 Documents scattered along with his figure.

　　 The secretary outside the door heard the movement inside, pushed the door in, and screamed when he saw this scene.

　　 After half an hour, all of Ling Wuxi's confidants rushed over and saw Ling Wuxi's body.

　　 They immediately brought the secretary under control, but after some investigation, they found no evidence of her poisoning.

　　 They reported the incident to the headquarters, and then Ling Wuxi's body was placed in the underground freezer.

　　 Ling Wuxi lay in the freezer for two days and two nights, during which several waves of people came and confirmed his death.

　　 On the third night, his chest suddenly fluctuated and he resumed breathing.

　　Ling Wushi ignored the long knife lying in front of his neck and looked at the man who was lying in ambush outside the door.

　　 That was his most trusted retainer, Yoki Kamahara.

　　 "Why?" Ling Wushi asked.

　　Kamihara Yoki shook his head, did not answer his words, and apologized again: "Mr. Yamaguchi, I'm sorry."

　　 "I see, let's do it." Ling Wushi slowly closed his eyes.

　　Kamihara Yangxi took a deep breath, the long swords in his hands trembling slightly.

　　 He raised the sword high, and then slashed it down.

　　Blood splattered everywhere.

　　 Lingwushi's head rolled over and came to the feet of Kamahara Yangxi.

　　Kamihara Yangxi slowly closed his eyes, and a tear slipped from the corner of his eye.

　　 He retracted the knife into its scabbard and left without looking back.

　　 There was silence all around.

　　 a little while.

　　 The color of the blood splashed on the floor gradually faded and turned into a pool of water.

　　 His head and corpse became two pieces of wood.

　　 In the room, Ling Wushi hangs upside down from the ceiling, looking at the direction where Yangxi Kamahara is leaving, her eyes sharp, like a falcon.

　　 In the site15 site, the programmer named White smiled. Under Ling Wujiu's surprised eyes, he took out a pistol and hit Ling Wujiu's chest three times.

　　 "Boom boom boom!"

　　 The sound of a gun with a silencer sounded.

　　 There were several dark holes in Ling Wujiu's chest.

　　 His eyes were round, he leaned forward, and slammed it on the table.

　　White didn't leave immediately, he reached out and probed Tan Ling Wu Jiu's snort, then shot him in the back of the head again, and then left with satisfaction.

　　 The night is already very deep.

　　 The programmers on site15 are still working overtime, and no one noticed the abnormality in the office of Lingwujiu.

　　 Ten minutes after White left.

　　 Ling Wujiu's left hand suddenly moved, making a "click" and falling off his arm.

　　 Surprisingly, the fracture of his arm is not human bones and meridians, but bearings and machinery replaced them, but at this time it has completely stopped functioning.

　　 After his left hand fell off his arm, he crawled on the table in a very strange posture like a spider, then jumped up and came to the back of his head.

　　 The index finger and **** made a clicking sound, and they stretched into two small tools. They reached in from the muzzle behind his head, as if they were doing repair work.

　　 Half an hour later, Ling Wujiu opened his eyes again.

　　 His left hand also returned to his arm.

　　 He slowly got up, lifted his shirt, pulled the artificial skin on his chest, and started to repair the damaged part.

　　 After another half an hour, all repairs have been completed.

　　 Ling Wujiu sighed.

　　 I turned on my computer and ran a program.

　　 A gate opened on the wall behind his desk.

　　 He walked in, pulled out an abandoned robot the same length as him, took out a pistol, and shot several bullets at the same angle.

　　 He placed the fake corpse in place, and then went into the door that didn't know where it led to.

　　 Ling Wuba was sitting on an empty plane, all four engines had been turned off.

　　 If nothing happens, two minutes later, the plane will plunge head-down into the Pacific Ocean.

　　 But the old man did not panic at all, and even sorted out the white hair that was scattered because of the bumpy plane.

　　 The old man is already very old, and I don't know how many storms and waves have been experienced in these years at the Anomalous Biological Administration.

　　 It's not that he has never encountered this thrilling situation.

　　 Compared with those, the trivial matter of an out-of-control plane crashing in the middle of the Pacific Ocean is not worth mentioning.

　　 About the time is almost the same.

　　 The old man unfastened his seat belt.

　　 The plane dived down, and the huge force pressed him firmly on the back of the chair.

　　 After a while, the nose finally touched the sea, and the huge impact caused the plane to explode very violently.

　　 The flames burst, and the smoke billowed.

　　 After the explosion, all kinds of aircraft wreckage were floating in the surrounding sea.

　　 However, there is no corpse of an old man.

　　 Below the sea level, an old sea turtle is swimming leisurely towards the nearest island.

　　 Just as Ling Wuba was swimming in the sea with a peculiar perspective, Ling Wuqi came to the floor-to-ceiling windows and watched the high-rise buildings in the distance feasting and feasting.

　　 Suddenly, a red dot suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him.

　　 through his body, has been to the eyebrow.

　　 The next second, the glass in front of him shattered suddenly.

　　 His head also burst like a watermelon.

　　 Before his body even had time to react, he stood there blankly, turning into a headless corpse.

　　 The sniper at the top of the building in the distance gave a hey, disassembled his gun and put it in the cello box, then came downstairs and mixed into the crowd.

　　 At this time, Ling Wuqi's body fell to the ground with a sound.

　　 Blood stained the carpet red.

　　 But in the next second, the color of the blood gradually faded, and even his body gradually became transparent, and finally disappeared.

　　 Ling Wuqi appeared on his sofa with a glass of red wine in his hand.

　　 This is where he was ten minutes ago.

　　 He looked into the distance from the broken window and narrowed his eyes.

　　Ling Wuliu didn't expect that one day he would be pointed at by Du Jingtian.

　　 He has always regarded Leshan as a confidant, and even as the next zero to train.

　　 So he didn't understand why Du Jingtian would do such a thing.

　　 "I never thought it would be you," he said.

　　 Du Jingtian apologized and leaned slightly: "I hope that the adults will not be angry with Mr. Leshan. He doesn't know about this matter."

　　 "So that's the case." Ling Wuliu chuckled, "Then what are you going to do now? Kill me?"

　　 Du Jingtian put away the gun in his hand and gave a wry smile.

　　 "I know I don't have this ability. I just beg you to disappear for a while."

　　Ling Wuliu looked at him: "I need a reason."

　　 It seems that he had expected this question a long time ago, Du Jingtian slowly said: "Only when the tide recedes, we will know who has been swimming naked."

　　 Ling Wuliu pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"I see."

　　 There are two zero five five, this is a secret that few people know.

　　 These two zero-five-fives are exactly the same no matter their appearance or fingerprint, voiceprint and pupil DNA.

　　 In other words, with the current technology of mankind, the difference between two zeros and fives cannot be identified at all.

　　 But the two killers who came to kill her knew.

　　 The first killer didn't leave after killing the first zero five five. He deliberately sold the flaw and led the second zero five five out.

　　 As he expected, when he examined the corpse, the second 0.55 shot the back of his head.

　　 was then shot and killed by the brother who had been waiting outside.

　　The killer opened his mouth: "Thanks, buddy."

　　 The killer outside the door gave a silly smile, and the two left the office.

　　 After a while, the third one appeared.

　　 still looks exactly the same as the first two.

　　 She stood at the door of the office, looked at the two corpses in the room, and snorted coldly.

　　 She walked into the office, picked up the blood-stained phone on the desk, and broadcasted a number.

　　 "Bellamy, you arrange what you are doing, and you say I'm dead to the outside world."

　　 As the best speaker among the thirteen Zero Five personnel, Ling Wu Si looked at Zuo Mingguang, who was holding a 668 (13-inch kitchen knife), and sighed.

　　 "Does it have to be like this?"

　　 "Yes." Zuo Mingguang nodded, "Ling Wu Four Masters, sorry."

　　 "I don't understand why it must be so intense."

　　 "Because an adult once said that nothing can go smoothly. There will be bloodshed and sacrifice. It is very cost-effective to sacrifice a small number of people in exchange for a large number of people."

　　Ling Wu four chuckled.

　　 "I have heard the argument that there are a hundred people, 1 person will be killed, 99 people will be alive, everyone knows that it is cost-effective, but 49 people and 51 people can be killed? Do you still want to kill?"

　　 "Of course I want to kill." Zuo Mingguang's attitude is very firm, "One more person to live, one more person's value."

"All right."

　　Ling Wusi knew that he couldn't persuade him, so he slaughtered his neck.

　　 A trace of sadness flashed in Zuo Mingguang's eyes, and the knife cut Ling Wusi's throat.

　　 After a while, Ling Wusi's pupils began to dilate.

　　 After confirming Ling Wusi's death, Zuo Mingguang pointed the knife at himself.

　　 "Leshui-sama, your subordinates go one step ahead."

　　 Sensing that the physical restriction was lifted, Ling Wusi's secretary led the raccoon team rushing in, and then saw two dead bodies lying in a pool of blood.

　　 They kept Ling Wusi's body.

　　 Zuo Mingguang's body was thrown into the morgue.

　　 No one noticed, a wisp of soul-like transparent thing covered Zuo Mingguang's body.

　　 He slowly opened his eyes.

　　 In the face of the sudden assassination, the choices of all the staff members were surprisingly unanimous.

　　 will count.

　　Since someone wanted to kill them, they would "dead" along the way to see what the people behind that wanted to do.

　　 Unexpectedly, the initiator Le Shui did not appear, but the mysterious organization alliance took the opportunity to launch a fierce attack on the Anomalous Biological Administration.

　　 However, there will be flaws in the move.

　　 Krigins and others who had betrayed the Anomalous Biological Management Bureau finally surfaced.

　　 In a quadrangle courtyard in Jingzhou, Country C, several zero-five personnel who should have died sat together drinking the good Biluochun, and they talked with each other.

　　Because offline meetings are hosted by Zero Wuyi~www.mtlnovel.com~ There are rarely such casual times.

　　 And in this case, everyone has temporarily let go of their prejudices, thinking about how to stabilize the situation.

　　 The bureau is in chaos and it is no good to anyone.

　　 "Go over there on the twelfth, there will be no problems, right?"

　　 "Krigings is just a rice bucket. If he can't even handle Twelve, he won't have to come back. Our vote is wasted."

　　 "What about the abnormal items transferred from each site."

　　 "The sixth and the ninth have gone, the problem is not big."

"hope so."

After everyone said a few words, Ling Wuqi looked at Ling Wu Er and Ling Wu San who were sitting together, frowning and said: "It seems that you know a lot, so can you tell me what is going on? Where's Wu Yi, where did she go?"

　　 "Don't worry, we don't know the specific situation, but the result doesn't seem to be bad."

　　 Ling Wusan said, and immediately sighed: "As for Ling Wuyi, we can't contact her, probably...really dead."

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