I'm In Charge of SCP Chapter 411

Ten minutes later, Zhang Jue returned from the original road and was hearing the voice of Yang Xue and McDowell.

"Turkmenistan has the most fingerprints on the map. It is possible that Dr. Acheson was looking at the map with a magnifying glass while pointing at the location on it. Many people have this habit, but we are not completely sure that he went there. In the surrounding countries, people will be sent to search."

"No, I have confirmed with him. Dr. Acheson went to Turkmenistan." Zhang Jue stepped into the room and said, "I even know that he was the first place to stay after he went to Turkmenistan. It's a small town called Sakura."

Yang Xue and McDowell looked at Zhang Jue at the same time, both a little surprised, not knowing where he got the information.

He just disappeared for ten minutes.

"Counselor Zhang, how did you know?" McDowell asked.

"Hey, brother McDowell, don't you know? There is a technique in our country C called Five Elements Gossip, which can be calculated to deduce what happened in the past and in the future. Have you ever heard of it? What will happen in the next year. The younger brother is not talented, and he was given the nickname Zhang Daxian. Although he only mastered some fur, I can figure out the location of Dr. Acheson based on the surrounding topography and landforms. Hey, Ashamed, if I can be a little better, I will be able to locate him in an accurate position—"

After Zhang Jue finished speaking, McDowell was dumbfounded.

Of course he had heard of such a famous thing as Tuibei Tu, but he didn't know that this consultant Zhang was also proficient in this technique.

In fact, his perception of Zhang Jue is not very good. He thinks this person speaks frivolously. However, at this time, he thinks that there is no illusion in his reputation. It must be extraordinary for Consultant Zhang to gain a foothold in a place with a lot of talents like the bureau. At this point, McDowell felt that he should correct his previous judgment on him.

McDowell praised: "The culture of Country C is indeed profound and profound. Consultant Zhang does not need to be humble. You are already very good at knowing the teacher's specific footing. This not only saves a lot of manpower and material resources, but also saves us a lot of time. , Consultant Zhang, I apologize for the contempt for you before."

Zhang Jue laughed and said, "Eh, brother McDowell, it's a shame to say that. I have something to learn from you too, hahahaha—"

If Zhang Jue had shown this attitude before, McDowell would have frowned in disgust, but at this time his perception of Zhang Jue had changed. Hearing this laughter, he would only think that Mr. Zhang has a lot of people. He cares about him, and he has no pretensions and is approachable.

Zhang Jue smiled and blinked at Yang Xue, while Yang Xue shook her head and chuckled, a little helpless.

Others don't know, she doesn't know yet, Zhang Jue knows how to gossip about the five elements, saying that he can fool around.

It must be that he didn't know where the news came from, and then used this excuse to say it. Poor McDowell actually believed it.

Yang Xue sighed and came to Zhang Jue's side while McDowell contacted other staff to prepare for his trip to Turkmenistan.

"How did you know that Professor Acheson really went to Turkmenistan?" she asked softly.

Zhang Jue let out a hey: "Didn't I say it, I figured it out—Oh, tap it lightly, I said, I said—"

Zhang Jue rubbed his waist, leaned over and whispered in Yang Xue's ear: "I just ran into a snake head outside. It was he who sent Dr. Acheson to Turkmenistan. The reason why Dr. Acheson was here After staying here for one day and one night, they are also waiting for the right opportunity."

"Snake head?" Yang Xue frowned slightly, "These people can do everything for money, and what they say may not be credible."

"Dr. Yang, you don't need to teach it." Zhang Jue said with a smile, "In addition to money, I also used another special method to ensure that he would not lie to me."

I don't know what "special means" Zhang Jue used, but Yang Xue knows that she is indeed inferior to Zhang Jue in this regard.

The wicked still need to be grinded by the wicked. With Zhang Jue, the big gangster, how could those little ones be his opponents.

Zhang Jue said again: "Of course, in order to prevent that person from giving up, I have tied him up and threw him into the warehouse next to him. He lied to me, hum, I will let him know how good I am."

Seeing that Zhang Jue had considered everything, Yang Xue nodded and stopped asking.

She is very clear about her position. She is definitely not as good as Zhang Jue in terms of ability, but Zhang Jue is sometimes careless, so she has to undertake these tedious tasks of checking and filling vacancies.

In the afternoon, they took the special plane of the Occult Alliance to Turkmenistan, and then after another day of toss and turns, in the afternoon of the next day, they rushed to the small town called Sakura in the name of the snake head.

Sakura is just a transliterated place name. Zhang Jue doesn't know what the official name is here. Yang Xue once talked to him, but he didn't remember it either.

Sakura is located at the border of Afghanistan and Turkmenistan, and the law and order is not very good. The snakeheads drag those who need to smuggle here and deport them in a unified way. As for whether these people can survive in a foreign country, it depends on luck.

Dr. Acheson is not short of money. He can come to Turkmenistan through a formal route, but he has to make such a big bend, probably to cover people's eyes.

Zhang Jue and Yang Xue walked down the street with a few staff from the Occult League, and looked at the refugees who couldn't even eat enough.

I probably noticed that a few of them were outsiders, and some were eager to try and grab their things, but when they saw their deliberately exposed guns, they could only dispel this idea and went back to the wall to sit back.

Both the country of Mei and country C are large countries in the world, and there are not no poor people, but it is rare to see such a scene of "frozen bones on the road".

In the land of the Middle East, the war has never subsided, and the war has never stopped. Even if ordinary people want to live and work in peace and support themselves, there is no such condition-I don't know someday, even people with their houses may be blown up.

In this case, it is also extremely difficult to find a specific person, because everyone is only concerned about whether they can see the sun tomorrow.

McDowell looked at Zhang Jue: "Counselor Zhang, can you use your five-element gossip positioning technique again and see if the teacher is still here."

After McDowell asked, Yang Xue snorted and cast a blank look at Zhang Jue.

The heart said it depends on how you, the dead man, explain to others.

However, who is Zhang Jue? He doesn't even need to beat up drafts, his face is as usual, pretending to be profound.

"Mr. McDowell, you don't know anything. My positioning technique is to reveal the secrets of my life. It is a loss of life. Therefore, when my teacher taught me, he forced me to make a vow. Within three days, It must not be reused, otherwise you will be condemned by the gods. Of course, forced use is not impossible, but the accuracy will be greatly reduced. As the consultant of the management bureau, how can I be afraid of cursing the gods, Mr. McDowell, please I'll find a quieter place, and I will do it—"

Zhang Jue's mouth was sharp, and he talked a lot before McDowell knew that this skill still has a cooling time.

He hurriedly stopped Zhang Jue: "Consultant Zhang, I can understand your feelings, but since repeated use within three days will reduce the accuracy, I don't think we should take the risk. Although the current situation is urgent, we can still do it in three days. Wait, maybe in less than three days, we can find the teacher by other means."

Zhang Jue said regretfully: "Hey, well, Mr. McDowell, I am really ashamed of my uselessness."

"Consultant Zhang is humble. You have helped us a lot."

The matter was resolved in a few words, and Zhang Jue slammed Yang Xue triumphantly.

Yang Xuebai glanced at him, when could this person not be so childish.

Of course, Zhang Jue's three-day remark was just a slow-down strategy. He was the best at using this method. If he hadn't found Dr. Acheson after three days, he would definitely make up another reason to fool McDowell.

However, because of the approximate range, Dr. Acheson's track was quickly locked again under the double search of the Authority and the Occult Coalition.

Of course, he did not stay in this small town where there is no guarantee of personal safety, but left here by car overnight.

There is not much toss on the way, Dr. Acheson's last stop, went to a city called Bayakala.

Sitting in the car, Zhang Jue found that there was nothing special about the city itself, but its geographical location was a bit special.

The north is a mountain, the west is adjacent to the Caspian Sea, and the south is a desert.

This time, Dr. Acheson did not choose to stay in a hotel or hotel, but settled in a small village on the outskirts of the city.

He found a house, stayed for two nights, then disappeared on the third day, and never appeared in anyone's field of vision ever since.

Zhang Jue and the others are going to that family.

The security here is much better than that at the border, but there are still no people who leave strangers at home for the night, so Zhang Jue was a little strange before seeing people.

The owner of the house is an old couple who seems to be at least about seventy years old.

The husband limped on a leg, but the old woman was a little confused.

According to them, it was seeing Dr. Atchison sleeping on a chair in the park, and he did not look like a bad person, so he was allowed to stay at home.

Dr. Acheson stayed in the old couple's home for two days, leaving early and returning late every day, looking tired every time.

After he went out on the third day, he never came back.

The old couple was very anxious. They thought something was wrong with him. They opened the package he left at home to see if there was any contact information for his family, but there was nothing in it except a lot of dollars.

The old couple turned in the U.S. dollars and reported the case.

Coincidentally, the people from the Administration and the Occult Coalition just found this place at the time, and the huge amount of unidentified U.S. dollars attracted their attention, and only then did they find the trace of Dr. Acheson all the way.

Zhang Jue, Yang Xue and others came to the old couple's home and listened to him in detail to describe Dr. Acheson's every move.

Zhang Jue interrupted the old woman after hearing him leave early and return late every day.

"Do you know what he does out every day?"

The old woman didn't know what Zhang Jue and the others were doing, but she was a little scared instinctively and glanced at her wife.

The old man used to be a soldier when he was young, and he was discharged because of his leg injury. At a glance, he can see that Zhang Jue is a group of people.

He mistakenly thought that Dr. Acheson was probably some kind of spy that attracted so many transnational arrests.

The old man shook his head and said: "We don't know what he goes out to do every day, but I noticed that every time he comes back, some sand will get on the soles of his shoes."

"Sand?" Zhang Jue frowned. "You mean, he went to the desert to the south?"

The old man nodded: "I guess so, because that kind of sand is very special, only in that desert."

Zhang Jue nodded and asked, "What is the name of that desert?"

The old man said: "Karakum."

As the sun sets, Zhang Jue sits on a rock and looks at the sky in the distance.

The Occult League has sent people to investigate the desert, and the situation does not seem to be optimistic.

This desert called Karakum is one of the large deserts in Central Asia. It means "black desert" in Turkic language. More than 70% of it is in Turkmenistan, covering an area of ​​350,000 square kilometers.

Although the area of ​​the desert is not small, the search technology of the Authority and the Occult Coalition is already very advanced.

There is no shelter in the desert, as long as Dr. Acheson is still here, he will be able to find it.

However, two days have passed.

But Dr. Acheson was never able to find a trace, whether it was alive or dead.

Karakum Desert.

Zhang Jue was chanting this name, and he felt familiar. He should have heard it somewhere.

According to general urinary sex, when he has this feeling, it is usually related to abnormal items.

So it makes sense for Dr. Acheson to come here.

However, no matter how the bureau searches, it is a piece of yellow sand as far as it can see.

Not to mention the Daevites, this desert has no trace of any creatures at all.

Yang Xue came over, sat beside him, and watched the setting sun in the distance with him. Seeing that his mood seemed a little depressed~www.mtlnovel.com~ and asked, "Are you okay?"

Zhang Jue let out a hey: "What can I do, there are some things that I haven't touched for a long time, I really can't remember it-I want to visit that desert tomorrow."

"I'll accompany you." Yang Xue said.

"No, you stay here." Zhang Jue shook his head, "I can foresee that there may be danger there."

When Yang Xue thought of the site14 site invasion, she ignored the consequences and walked out of the secret road with Zhang Jue, almost losing her life.

And now she is not so impulsive anymore.

After such a long time together, she has already unconditionally trusted Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue is very strong, very powerful.

As long as she doesn't drag her back, no one is his opponent.

Yang Xue looked at Zhang Jue's profile in the sunset, and moved forward and kissed him gently.

"Be careful, I'll wait for you to come back."

Chapter end