I’m In Charge of SCP

Your grandpa Zhang is here, why don't you hurry up and lead him to death!

The sound was like a thunderbolt, ringing in everyone's ears.

Immediately afterwards, the very strong wooden door was hacked a few times from the outside, and then it was smashed to pieces with a loud bang.

Zhang Jue walked into the room swaggeringly with his black long knife on his shoulder, looking around at everyone.

Wow, there are quite a few people here. He licked his lips, It's 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 figures in the world, and their brains are only short-circuited for a moment.

The painter looked at Zhang Jue, who was blocking the door, with killing intent all over his body.

Consultant Zhang, you have come here in such a grand manner, are you not afraid that we will kill you?!

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

Zhang Jue is not blindly confident, because when the enemy starts to play tricks, it can be proved from the side that they are no longer his opponents.

According to his guess, Zhao Zena and the one-way ticket are already 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 he chose to cooperate with other people.

And it was precisely because of this that their positions were completely exposed.

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

But there is one thing to say, although these people's hard power is not as good as Zhang Jue, but those who can be recruited by the painter as allies are not ordinary people.

As soon as Zhang Jue finished speaking, Metwell, the leader of the Children of the Night, teleported to him, and at some point in his hand, he had a purple-black dagger in his hand, and stabbed him in the lower abdomen in a crouching position.

With Zhang Jue's current physical strength, not to mention a dagger, even a sniper rifle probably wouldn't be able to pierce it, but since the opponent dared to do this, it is estimated that the dagger is not 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,

The target was Metwell's arm, and at the same moment the left hand took a handful of powder from his pocket and threw it into the air.

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

Metwell took two steps back and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

He immediately realized what Zhang Jue had sprinkled - pollen.

This kind of thing, which is extremely common to human beings, is a deadly poison to Nightborne.

On the earth many years ago, the children of the sun (humans) were only a small number, while the children of the night (1000) accounted for more than 90% of the world's population, and the technology was extremely developed. There are a lot of achievements in the research of space and super dimensions. But they were completely wiped out by a biochemical weapon invented by humans, that is, pollen.

In just one day, humans wiped out 70% of the Nightborne population, and people called that day the day of the flowers.

Later, in order to prevent the Restoration of the Night Sons from causing an SK-level apocalypse, the Administration numbered them 1000, and declared to the public that they were just ordinary savages, and only a handful of people knew the truth of the matter.

In the contest between the two races, it is difficult to say who is right and who is wrong.

From a certain point of view, the struggle between human beings and the children of the night is also the epitome of the law of the dark forest on the earth.

Therefore, Metwell's hatred for human beings is unforgettable, especially the Administration of Abnormal Biology, so he chose to cooperate with the painter in order to allow him and his people to regain the dominion of the earth.

After so many years of evolution and passive screening, Nightborne has developed a certain degree of immunity to pollen.

Metwell deliberately faked coughing twice to make Zhang Jue think he had been hit, and then charged forward again with his dagger.

However, the huge gap in strength cannot be made up by opportunistic tricks.

This time Zhang Jue was well prepared, blocked his dagger with a long knife, and then kicked his lower abdomen.

Metville shot out like a rocket, hitting the wall hard with a thud and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Just this kick caused his internal organs to bleed extensively, and he lost his combat effectiveness.

The confrontation between Metwell and Zhang Jue ended in a flash.

Seeing Metwell who fell to the ground, Dr. W, who was only a little over one meter tall, squealed.

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

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

It turned out that it wasn't him who was in the meeting.

The most powerful thing about Dr. W is his black technology.

Zhang Jue snorted, and was about to use an AOE to wipe out these dangerous little things.

On the other side, Bill Horton, who was hiding in the dark, suddenly made a move. His hand was like a vacuum cleaner, absorbing all the little spiders together, kneading them into a ball, and finally scattered all over the ground.

Dr. W's remaining parts were reassembled into a smaller robot, and he yelled at Bill Holden: Horton! You ruined my good, and I won't let you go!

Before Horton could speak, Zhang Jue chopped it in half with a knife.

Seemingly feeling puzzled, he slashed a few more times, and Dr. W's parts were scattered all over the place.

Zhang Jue spat: I'm sorry, his male duck voice is so fucking ugly——

Then only the mysterious man from the library and the painter remained.

These two are Zhang Jue's most important targets today. Together, Night Son and Dr. W are not as threatening to humans as they are.

Zhang Jue kept blocking the door, just because he was afraid that they would run away.

And these two people had already realized that they were not Zhang Jue's opponents, so they winked at each other.

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

And the painter pressed the switch in his hand, and his body began to become nothingness-this is a space technology that even the Authority has not fully mastered, and this is what Krigins used when he escaped.

This space transfer technique is superb. At that time, Lingwushisan failed to catch Krigins, but Zhang Jue reacted faster than him.

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

But this is not a fatal injury after all, the painter spat out a mouthful of blood, and then completed the final transfer with a smirk.

There was silence in the private room of the cafe.

Only Zhang Jue, Bill Holden, and the unconscious Nightborne leader Metville were left in the room.

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

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

yes.

Bill Horton had already made up his mind to join Zhang Jue, so he obeyed his orders.

He did not know where to find a length of rope to tie Metwell, and then put it on his shoulders.

Consultant Zhang, won't you come with me?

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

Bill Holden nodded: Consultant Zhang, where are you going?

Where else can I go? Zhang Jue spat and sneered, Those two dogs, do you really think I let them run away so easily?

As soon as he finished speaking, the man had disappeared from the cafe.

Bill Holden's eyes widened.

Only then did he realize that Zhang Jue's strength had far exceeded everyone's imagination.

...

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

It is the center of all knowledge, and its endless halls house every book from the past or future, some of which will never be written.

Scholars from unknown worlds sneak into the corridors, searching the dumpsters for forbidden knowledge.

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

The headquarters of the snake hand is here.

They always thought it was a very safe place.

However, it wasn't until another incident happened that they realized that was not the case.

—Someone deliberately described 2950 (the chair) as a monster, and wrote a book about it, and put it on a library shelf.

This move caused heavy losses to the Snake Hand and the Bureau of Abnormal Creatures.

For so many years, Alison Chao, the Black Queen, has been trying to find the murderer.

And today she finally got her wish.

When the mysterious man in the black cloak got out of a book in the bookshelf, she had already been waiting there.

The mysterious man gradually changed from a smoky state to an entity.

Seeing the person in front of him, he couldn't help coughing 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: And me?

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

It is one of the four doctors of the apocalypse, Dr. Clef.

Alison clenched her fists tightly: Then, let me see your true face!

...

The artist transferred to a hospital in Meiguo by using his own space technology.

He found a hospital gown to wear on his body, and treated the abdominal wound.

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

Not to mention him, even if Zhang Jue was stabbed, it would take a long time to recover.

The painter found an empty ward, and was about to bandage himself with a bandage in his hand, when he suddenly felt a chill down his back.

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

Why is he here? !

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

In the next second, he came to an abandoned factory in England.

The abdominal wound opened due to the tension just now.

But the painter did not show the slightest strangeness.

It seemed that he was used to this level of pain.

He looked around for a while, and after confirming that it was safe, he walked out of the factory.

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

hell!

The painter couldn't figure it out.

The space technology he used was beyond the reach of the Bureau of Abnormal Biology. The two places were thousands of miles apart. How did Zhang Jue find him?

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

No time to think about why Zhang Jue was able to find him, the painter pressed the switch again.

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

As far as the eye can see, there is a piece of yellow sand.

The sun in the sky scorched the earth like a furnace.

The air seemed to be distorted.

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

However, at this moment, that life-like voice sounded from behind him again.

Why don't you run away? I haven't played enough yet.

Zhang Jue followed again, and the speed became faster each time.

The painter knew that he probably couldn't avoid it.

Zhang Jue walked up the sand dune step by step, and put his long knife on his neck.

Tell me who ordered you to kill me.

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

Recalling the situation before Yu Hongbo's death in the Wuming Forest, Zhang Jue shook his head.

I know that you are not afraid of death, even torture is useless to you, but I also know that you need to express and talk, just like the villain in the movie will definitely explain his plan from beginning to end before killing the protagonist , because otherwise, your existence would be meaningless. If you want to kill me like crazy, you must have a reason for doing so, and you are not afraid that I will know, am I right?

The painter sneered and said, Zhang Jue, I have to admit that you are really smart, but you are wrong about one thing. No one ordered us to kill you, because killing you is in our genes!

Why do you have smooth sailing as soon as you appear, and we can only be rats in the sewer! Why do you have luck and adventures, but we only have miserable and painful lives, it's not fair!

The painter's eyes widened.

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

Zhang Jue noticed that this painter, like Yu Hongbo, seemed normal or even powerful, but once the reason for killing him was brought up, they would all go crazy.

As if he really had a deep hatred with them.

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

You can kill me, but I want to tell you, it's useless. If you kill a painter and another painter, you will find that the whole world belongs to us! Unless you can kill everyone , otherwise we would be 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 his words and didn't have time to react.

The knife is very sharp.

The neck is fragile.

Blood flowed out.

The painter opened his mouth, actually smiling.

Zhang, Zhang Jue, I still, I left a surprise for you, hehehehe—hehe...

After the painter finished speaking, he fell to the ground and rolled down the sand dune.

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

The person who planned to kill him, the backbone of the MRW organization, just died.

surprise.

Zhang Jue read these two words, and a bad premonition rose in his heart.

Sure enough, his satellite phone buzzed and vibrated.

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 photo of 096 (the shy person) was posted on the Internet.

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