I’m In Charge of SCP

Chapter 159 Handwriting

Ten minutes later, Zhang Jue threw a wretched-looking man to the ground.

There is also a Barrett that has been twisted into a twist.

So fast?

Stevenson glanced at Zhang Jue.

This kind of snipers generally wait for the target at a very long distance, and are very good at concealment.

If you ask him to look for the other party, not to mention that he will never find him, but it will definitely take a lot of time.

On the other hand, Zhang Jue seemed to have gone out and slipped around a corner, his face not blushing and his heart not beating.

He even had two cups of hot coffee in his hand.

Stevenson sighed.

Is this the gap?

He felt a little sympathetic to the friend Zhang Jue mentioned.

It is indeed easy to have self-doubt if you spend all day with such a powerful person as Consultant Zhang.

Zhang Jue handed him the coffee, drank a cup himself, and talked about the underdeveloped food delivery industry in Meiguo, so he had to go to the store to buy it by himself.

It's winter now, and drinking a sip of hot coffee can really make people feel happy.

Zhang Jue let out a long breath, then kicked the sniper's ass.

Stop fucking pretending to be dead for me, or I'll twist you into a twist too!

The wretched-looking man immediately opened his eyes, as expected he was pretending to be unconscious.

He got up and sat on the ground with an apologetic smile and said, Don't be angry, boss, everyone is out to make a living. Whatever you want to ask, I will definitely say anything.

Tell me everything...I don't believe it. Zhang Jue said, looking at Stevenson, Do you believe it?

In terms of interrogation, Stevenson has also received special training, and he cooperated: I don't believe it either.

The man visibly panicked: Don't, don't, I just do things with money, as long as you are willing to let me go, I will never lie!

Okay. Zhang Jue took out his dagger and handed it to Stevenson.

Then just tell me, let's just listen——Stevenson, he almost hit you with that shot just now, and now I'll hand him over to you. If you think he lied, feel free to How to deal with it.

With that said, Zhang Jue got up and walked out of the room.

Leave the sniper to Stevenson alone.

The sniper saw that things were not good, and begged for mercy: My lord, trust me, I will tell you everything I know.

With a calm face, Stevenson turned the dagger given to him by Zhang Jue in his hand: Okay, then tell me, who are you waiting for here?

Half an hour later, Stevenson went out with a confession and handed it to Zhang Jue who was sitting on the railing watching the scenery.

He's a hired killer. He doesn't know much. The employer seems to have a lot of background. They hunted down Smith to find a USB flash drive. He didn't know the contents of the USB flash drive. Moreover, the employer said, whoever sees will die.

U disk... Zhang Jue squeezed his chin, thinking of the scandalous news in Mei country in the past two days, thinking in his heart, the secrets of some famous politicians must be stored in it.

Zhang Jue pondered for a moment, then glanced into the room: How is that man?

Stevenson said: I knocked him out, tied him up, and couldn't run away.

Zhang Jue looked at the clean dagger in his hand: Didn't you stab him a few times?

Uh... Stevenson said awkwardly, He was more cooperative, and I judged that he wasn't lying, so I didn't touch him.

All right, Stevenson. Zhang Jue patted him on the shoulder, You are really a good person.

...

This time out to find Smith's action is not small.

Not only was it confirmed that Smith was alive, but it was also known that he was involved in a very serious incident.

Zhang Jue asked Stevenson to put the sniper in the trunk and send it back to the Foundation for further interrogation.

He himself stayed here and continued his investigation.

The furnishings in Smith's room were very simple. Zhang Jue looked around again and found some details that he hadn't noticed before.

In the bowl on the table, there are some noodles, which have long been moldy and dried up.

Chopsticks are scattered on one side.

Obviously, Smith was eating noodles when something happened suddenly and he left here in a hurry.

It is very likely that the group of people who rummaged through things here came.

Zhang Jue sat on the bedside, thinking about Smith's possible whereabouts.

The bed is the most common iron frame bed.

His fingers tapped on it, and the iron pipe made a rhythmic sound, which seemed to help him think better.

As he tapped and tapped, he discovered that the sound of a certain section was different, as if it was a bit dull.

There seems to be something in it.

Um?

Zhang Jue turned on the flashlight and shined it through the other end of the iron pipe, and found that it seemed to be a ball of paper.

The ball of paper is very new, obviously stuffed in not long ago.

Sensitive nerves drove Zhang Jue.

He found a clothes hanger, straightened the wire, and poked it in from the other end of the iron pipe, just enough to hook the paper ball.

It took him a lot of effort to get the ball of paper out of it.

He said in his heart that if it was just stuffed in by Smith, he would be in a big loss.

He opened the ball of paper and saw the content on it, the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

His luck was as good as ever.

On the ball of paper, it was written in crooked handwriting: Danger! Leave quickly! (Danger! Leave quickly!)

Obviously, someone gave Smith an early warning.

This message has neither a beginning nor a signature, and it is unknown who wrote it.

Zhang Jue held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

He felt that this font seemed familiar to him, as if he had seen it somewhere.

He usually works at site14, and he doesn't know many foreigners, let alone someone who will write to him.

But Zhang Jue felt that he must have seen this font before.

Harvey? Hayle? Claremont?

It seems neither.

Is it a researcher's report?

Nor is it.

He sat in Smith's room, thinking for a long time, and finally remembered when he had seen this handwriting.

That was before going to the foundation headquarters, on Thanksgiving, he and Yang Xue were answering questions in a shopping mall.

A mysterious person called him and persuaded him to answer the additional question.

The reward for the additional question is the ticket for the match between Fang Tianlong and Hudson, and there is also a string of English on the back of the ticket.

MR zhang, Can I trust you? show me what you can do! (Mr. Zhang, can I trust you? Let me see your ability!)

He was sure that the words on the boxing match invitation and the words on this ball of paper must have been written by the same person.

What is this unfolding?

Who is this guy?

At that time, Zhang Jue went to watch the boxing match between Fang Tianlong and Hudson, and a large part of the reason was the phone call and the text.

Then I met SCP-1440 - the old man who bet against death.

Obviously, that person knew that there would be an accident in the boxing match that night, and he probably wanted to test him to see if he could solve it.

But after that incident, the pair disappeared.

Zhang Jue once thought about tracking him down, but because there were too many things to do, he first went to see 682, and then repaired the hard drive, so he put it on hold.

He never thought that the other party would appear here.

It is also a warning to others.

interesting.

In fact, at the beginning, Zhang Jue didn't take Smith too seriously.

Like the Foundation, at best they see him as a capable captain, nothing more.

Now Smith can't predict what will happen in the future. Finding him is just better than nothing.

But Zhang Jue is now interested in him.

Because that mysterious person must be related to him.

...

In a sewer somewhere in Philadelphia.

Will Smith gritted his teeth and bandaged his injured leg.

In the past two days, he has escaped countless waves of pursuit.

This reminded him of his experience of fighting the enemy when he was a mercenary.

But then it was in the jungle, and now it is in a city made of steel.

I don't know what happened to those partners.

In a daze, he saw his brother coming to join him, but when he opened his eyes, he was still in the dark and damp sewer.

Dididi--

His phone rang suddenly - he had thrown away his original phone long ago, it was his emergency use, and no one knew the number, so he was a little strange.

However, he still pressed the answer button, but did not speak.

Smith, I know you're listening.

The other party's voice was a little hoarse.

In the B\u0026B at No. 34 Mineta Street, I have prepared some antibiotics, a change of clothes, and some food for you. You can go there now.

It's him again!

Smith clenched his fist slightly.

These days, a mysterious person has been secretly helping him.

Usually leave some notes.

The other party seemed to know him very well.

The notes were usually placed under his usual seat at the bar, or where he hid his cigarettes in the bathroom.

This was the first time he heard the other party's voice.

Who are you? Smith asked.