I'm In Charge of SCP Chapter 392

"Your grandfather Zhang is here, so he didn't come out quickly to lead him to death!"

This sound resounded like a blast of thunder, ringing in everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, the very solid wooden door was cut several times from the outside, and then with a bang, it was kicked to pieces.

Zhang Jue carried his long black knife and swaggered into the room, looking around the crowd.

"Wow, there are a lot of people here." He licked his lips, "Enough for me to kill."

Zhang Jue found this place so quickly, and everyone present was stunned for a moment.

However, they are all the most powerful characters in the world, and their heads short-circuited for only a moment.

The painter looked at Zhang Jue, who was stuck in the doorway, with murderous intent all over his body.

"Consultant Zhang, you just came here so grandiosely, are you afraid that we will kill you?!"

Zhang Jue sighed: "It's not that I'm talking big, just because you guys want to kill me? Go back and practice for hundreds of years!"

Zhang Jue is not blindly self-confident, because when the enemy starts to play intrigues, he can prove from the side that they are no longer his opponents.

According to his guess, Zhao Zena and the one-way ticket are the last resort these people can use.

When he returned from another world, the organization called MRW had no way to deal with him, so it chose to cooperate with other people.

And it is precisely because of this that they thoroughly exposed their position.

Zhang Jue successfully blocked them in this cafe in a different space.

But there is one thing to say, although these people are not as hard as Zhang Jue, but they can be recruited as allies by the painter.

As soon as Zhang Jue's words fell, Metwell, the leader of the Night of the Son, teleported to him, with a purple-black dagger in his hand for some time, and thrust into his lower abdomen in a crouching posture.

With Zhang Jue's current physical strength, let alone a dagger, it is estimated that even a sniper rifle would not be able to penetrate it, but since the other party dared to do this, it is estimated that the dagger is nothing ordinary.

Zhang Jueqiang is strong, but he will not give the enemy any chance because of his arrogance.

The black long knife in his right hand swept in front of him, and the target was Mettville's arm. At the same time, his left hand took out a handful of powder from his pocket and sprinkled it in the air.

Metreville immediately turned his wrist in mid-air, and the purple-black dagger collided with the black long knife, bursting out dazzling sparks.

Mettville took two steps back and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

He immediately realized what Zhang Jue had sprinkled—pollen.

This kind of thing that is not common to humans is a deadly poison for the Night Son.

On the earth many years ago, the children of the sun (human beings) were only a few, while the children of the night (1000) accounted for more than 90% of the world's population, and the technology was extremely advanced. There have been many results in the research of space and super-dimensionality. But they were completely wiped out by humans with a biochemical weapon, that is, pollen.

In just one day, mankind wiped out 70% of the population of the Sons of the Night, and people call that day "the day when the flowers bloom."

Later, in order to prevent the restoration of the Night's Son and cause the SK-class end of the world, the bureau numbered them as 1000, and declared to the public that they were just ordinary savages, and only a few people knew the truth of the matter.

In a contest between two races, it is difficult to tell who is right and who is wrong.

From a certain perspective, the struggle between humans and the Son of Night is also the epitome of the law of the dark forest on the earth.

Therefore, Metreville's hatred of humans is unforgettable, especially the Anomalous Biological Administration, so he chose to cooperate with the painter in order to allow him and his people to regain control of the earth.

After so many years of evolution and passive selection, the Night Son has a certain degree of immunity to things like pollen.

Metreville deliberately coughed twice, making Zhang Jue think he was hit, and then once again took his dagger and rushed forward.

However, the huge power gap cannot be made up by speculation.

This time, Zhang Jue had prepared well, used a long knife to block off his dagger, and then kicked him on his lower abdomen.

Mettville ejected like a rocket, slammed into the wall, spit out a big mouthful of blood.

Just this kick caused extensive bleeding in his internal organs and lost his combat effectiveness.

The matchup between Metreville and Zhang Jue ended in the electric light and flint.

Looking at Metwell, who fell to the ground, Dr. W, who was just over one meter tall, screamed.

"Hey boy, you seem to be very strong, let me meet you!"

As he said this, his body suddenly became taller, and then fell apart in an instant, turning into countless small robots, like a spider, surrounded by Zhang Jue from all directions.

It turned out that it was not him who had the meeting.

Dr. W's greatest strength is his black technology.

Zhang Jue let out a hey, and was about to use an AOE to clear these dangerous little things.

On the other side, Bill Horton, who was hiding in the dark, suddenly took a shot. His hand was like a vacuum cleaner, holding all the little spiders together, kneading them into a mass, and finally scattered them on the ground.

The remaining parts of Dr. W were reassembled into a smaller robot, and squawked at Bill Horton: "Holden! You bad my good deeds, I won't spare you!"

Horton hadn't spoken yet, Zhang Jue cut it in half with a single knife.

As if feeling puzzled, he cut a few more times, and Dr. W's parts were scattered all over the floor.

Zhang Jue took a sip: "I'm sorry, his drake voice is too **** bad—"

Only the mysterious man from the library and the painter were left.

These two people are Zhang Jue's most important target today. The Night Son and Dr. W, together, are not as threatening to humanity as they are.

Zhang Jue has been blocking the door for fear that they will run away.

The two men had realized that they were not Zhang Jue's opponent, and winked at each other.

The mysterious man took out a book, the whole person turned into a cloud of smoke, and got into the book.

The painter pressed the switch in his hand, and his body began to become nothingness—this is a space technology that even the bureau did not fully grasp, and it was this kind of thing Krigins used when he escaped.

This space transfer technology is superb. At that time, Ling Wu 13 failed to catch Krigings, but Zhang Jue reacted faster than him.

A second before the painter was about to disappear, Zhang Jue's blade had successfully pierced his abdomen.

But this is not a fatal injury, the painter spit out a mouthful of blood, and then completed the final transfer with a grinning grin.

Quiet in the cafe's private room.

Only Zhang Jue, Bill Horton and the unconscious Nightborne leader Maitwell remained in the room.

Bill Horton looked at Zhang Jue, not knowing what to say for a while, a little embarrassed.

"Good performance." Zhang Jue smiled at him, then pointed to Metwell on the ground, "I will leave this person to you, and transport him to the headquarters of the Administration."

"Yes."

Bill Horton is already determined to take refuge in Zhang Jue, so he is obedient to his orders.

He didn't know where to find a piece of rope to tie up Metwell, and then put it on his shoulder.

"Consultant Zhang, aren't you with me?"

Zhang Jue knew what he was worried about, waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, you can just throw people at their door. The headquarters of the administration is very busy now, and there is no time to talk to you."

Bill Horton nodded: "Counselor Zhang, where are you going?"

"Where else can I go." Zhang Jue sneered and sneered, "The two dogs, do you really think I would let them run so easily?"

As soon as his voice fell, the person had disappeared from the cafe.

Bill Horton's eyes widened.

Only then realized that Zhang Jue's strength has far exceeded everyone's imagination.

There are many unknowable places in this vast universe, and the library is one of them.

It is the concentrated place of all knowledge. The endless hall contains every book from the past or the future, some of which will never be written.

Scholars from the unknown world sneaked into the corridor, searching for taboo knowledge in the trash can.

It takes several generations to read the contents of even one shelf in the library.

Snake Hand's headquarters is here.

They always thought this was a very safe place.

However, it was not until another thing happened that they realized it was not the case.

-Someone deliberately described 2950 (that chair) as a monster, and wrote a book for it, and put it in the library shelf.

This move caused heavy losses to the Snake Hand and the Anomalous Biological Administration.

For so many years, the black queen Alisonchao has been trying to find the murderer.

Today she finally got what she wanted.

When the mysterious person in the black cloak got out of a book in the shelf, she had already waited there early.

The mysterious person gradually changed from a state of smoke to an entity.

Seeing the person in front of him, he couldn't help but cough a few times.

"Alison, do you think you are my opponent?"

The Black Queen looked at him coldly, without speaking.

At this time, another voice sounded from behind him: "What about me?"

The mysterious man turned his head and saw the guy with three eyes.

It is one of the Four Doctors of Apocalypse, Dr. Clef.

Alison Xiu clenched his fist: "Then next, let me see your true face!"

The painter used his own space technology to transfer to a hospital in Meiguo.

He found a hospital gown to put on his body, and treated the wound in his abdomen.

The black long knife used by Zhang Jue is very special and has a strong inhibitory effect on the body's self-healing ability.

Not to mention him, even if Zhang Jue himself is taken a knife, it will take a long time to recover.

The painter found a ward with no one, and was about to bandage himself with a bandage in his hand, and suddenly felt a chill in his back.

He turned around and saw Zhang Jue standing at the door, holding the long black knife and looking at him for a while.

Why is he here? !

The painter almost reflexively pressed the switch of the space transfer remote control in his hand.

The next second, he came to an abandoned factory in the UK.

The wound in the abdomen opened because of the tension just now.

But the painter did not show the slightest abnormality.

It seems that this level of pain has long been used to him.

He looked around, and after confirming his safety, he walked outside the factory.

At the gate of the factory, he saw the figure holding the knife again.

Damn it!

The painter couldn't figure it out.

The space technology he used is beyond the reach of the Anomalous Biological Administration. The two places are thousands of miles apart. How did Zhang Jue find him?

Seeing Zhang Jue approaching him with a smile, the painter felt fear for the first time.

Without time to think about why Zhang Jue could find himself, the painter pressed the switch again.

This time, he came to the center of the Sahara Desert.

As far as I can see, a piece of yellow sand.

The sun in the sky scorches the earth like a stove.

The air seems to be distorted.

The painter sat down on the sand dunes, panting violently.

However, at this moment, the life-deathing voice rang from behind him again.

"Why don't you run away? I haven't had enough fun yet."

Zhang Jue followed again, and the speed was faster than once.

The painter knew that he could not escape.

Zhang Jue walked up the sand dunes step by step, putting his long knife on his neck.

"Tell me, who instructed you to kill me."

The painter looked up at him and sneered: "Do you think I'm afraid of death?"

Thinking of the situation before Yu Hongbo's death in the Unknown Forest, Zhang Jue shook his head.

"I know that you are not afraid of death, and even torture is useless for you, but I also know that you need to express and talk, just like the villain in the movie, before killing the protagonist, he will tell his plan from beginning to end. , Because otherwise, your existence is meaningless. You are crazy and want to kill me. There must be a reason to do so, and you are not afraid of me knowing, am I right?"

The painter sneered: "Zhang Jue, I have to admit that you are really smart, but you are wrong about one thing. When we kill you, no one instructs you at all, because killing you is a gene carved into our bones!"

"Why do you have a smooth flow as soon as you show up, and we can only be a mouse in the sewer! Why do you have luck and adventures, but we only have a miserable and painful life, this is not fair!"

The painter's eyes widened.

"Kill you! Only by killing you will the world become normal! We don't have to feel pain!"

Zhang Jue noticed that this painter is the same as Yu Hongbo. Although he usually looks normal and even very powerful, once the reason for killing him is mentioned, they will become crazy.

As if he really had a deep hatred with them.

The painter looked at Zhang Jue's eyes and laughed.

"You can kill me, but I want to tell you, it's useless, you kill a painter, there is another painter, you will find that the whole world is ours! Unless you can kill everyone , Otherwise we are endless, hahahaha—"

The painter's spirit was on the verge of collapse. He grabbed Zhang Jue's long knife and wiped it on his neck.

Zhang Jue was still thinking about what he said, but he didn't have time to react.

The knife is sharp.

The neck is very fragile.

The blood came out.

The painter was smiling with his mouth open.

"Zhang, Zhang Jue, I also left a surprise for you, hehehehe—hey..."

When the painter finished speaking, he fell to the ground and rolled down the sand dunes.

Even though he was far away, Zhang Jue could feel that his vitality had been cut off.

This person who deliberately wanted to kill him, the backbone of the MRW organization, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, just died.

surprise.

Zhang Jue read these two words, and a bad feeling arose in his heart.

Sure enough, his satellite phone made a buzzing vibration.

He pressed the answer button, and Yang Xue's anxious voice came from the opposite side.

"Where are you? Can you hurry back?"

"What happened?"

"The situation is a bit troublesome. The picture of 096 (the shy person) was posted on the Internet."

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