I’m In Charge of SCP

Zhang Jue opened his eyes, only to see those passengers who disappeared, including all the crew members, reappeared in front of his eyes. They stood in their respective seats, with empty eyes, surrounding him in the middle.

It's like a zombie in a horror movie.

Nima, what are you doing? Is it a live version of the big change living person?

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes.

Needless to say, these people should be controlled by some means.

It was 1:30 in the morning, and in the closed cabin, these weird passengers looked very scary.

If a timid person is here, I'm afraid he will pee his pants the moment he sees them.

But unfortunately, what they were facing was Zhang Jue, who was not afraid of Zhang Jue.

These bells and whistles look cool, but to him, they are useless.

Zhang Jue's natural immunity to magic, coupled with the effect of ignoring fear, gave Zhang Jue a huge advantage when dealing with such things.

To deal with Zhang Jue, you must use destructive physical means to attack, otherwise you will not even be able to break the defense.

Zhang Jue was thinking about how to deal with these people, but they acted before him.

A gun suddenly appeared out of nowhere in everyone's hands.

Fuck?

Can it still be like this?

Is it really magic?

Zhang Jue didn't have time to complain, he jumped up and jumped backward out of their encirclement - because everyone had already pointed their guns at him.

Bang bang bang bang bang!

The gunshots continued.

Zhang Jue hid behind a chair, but was quickly shot through, and he himself was shot twice.

If it wasn't for his self-healing ability, the game would have been over at this point.

Obviously, the person who wanted to kill him knew where his weakness was.

Like Abel, although he has a certain resistance to these physical injuries, his self-healing ability is not enough in the face of absolute numbers.

However, after this round of escaping, he also discovered the weakness of these people.

Because they are controlled by humans, their movements are very mechanical and very slow. As long as he keeps moving at a certain speed, their muzzles will not be able to keep up with his footsteps.

He came up behind one person, trying to wake him up, but before he could make any movement, the other people's guns arrived.

Zhang Jue fled with a leap, but the man was shot into a sieve by his companion's gun.

These people have lost their minds, and it seems that nothing is important except killing Zhang Jue.

It won't work like this.

After all, the space in the cabin is limited, and Zhang Jue already had several passengers killed by their own guns when he fled.

Although Zhang Jue was not sad, but so many people died because of him, it would be somewhat uncomfortable, so he decided to save as many as he could.

If a tiger doesn't kill a cat, you think I'm critically ill!

Zhang Jue yelled a line from who knows how many years ago, stepped on the back of a chair, and rose into the air.

His head was only a few centimeters from the top of the cabin.

Seeing Zhang Jue jump into the air, all the controlled passengers raised their hands and pointed their guns at him.

Zhang Jue snorted coldly, he was waiting for this opportunity.

Zhang Jue held his right hand falsely, and a black long knife appeared out of thin air in his hand—this was the skill he had learned secretly from Abel, and he could materialize a weapon anytime, anywhere.

The weapon he can summon is not only the knife, it seems that all the legendary artifacts may be summoned by him. During the experiment, he successfully summoned a hammer of Thor.

But Zhang Jue, like Abel, still likes this black long knife the most, probably because of some kind of male romance.

It's too late to say it.

With the black knife in hand, Zhang Jue made a 360-degree turn in the air.

The blade whistled, and all of them fell on the fingers or wrists of these people.

Crackling—

Their hands were injured, and they couldn't hold such heavy firearms, and the pistols dropped one by one.

Several people's hands were even cut off directly, and blood was splashed everywhere. If they were not bandaged in time, they might die due to excessive blood loss.

But Zhang Jue didn't care about them at all.

First of all, he has no similar ability,

Second, he has no such obligation

And most importantly, so far, the man behind the scenes has not shown up.

He must be in that cab.

...

Zhang Jue was thinking.

Suddenly, the people in the cab opened.

A man with blond hair came out of it.

Crack, crack, crack, crack! He clapped and said, As expected of you, Consultant Zhang.

After the blond man appeared, Zhang Jue's hairs stood on end.

He could feel that the opponent's strength was very strong, very strong.

It was so strong that he felt that there was a high probability that he would fall here.

Thinking about it now, the reason why the other party chose to do something on the plane was to let him have nowhere to escape.

Consultant Zhang, do you have any last words? the blond man asked.

Let's think about it— Zhang Jue said, Can I know who is going to kill me?

The blond man shook his head: No.

Ah, except for the Chaos Insurgency, no one hates me so much anyway, these bastards!

As Zhang Jue said, he paid attention to the expression of the blond man.

Sure enough, although the other party's expression was flawless, his flickering eyes told Zhang Jue that he guessed right.

Okay, time is running out, Consultant Zhang, it's time for you to get on your way.

said the blond man.

Zhang Jue put the black long knife in his hand horizontally in front of him, ready to fight.

Fighting against the strong, the most fearful impetuosity, attacking rashly before knowing their abilities, it is easy to leave a loophole and fall short.

Therefore, Zhang Jue chose to strike late.

He wanted to see what the enemy was capable of.

Knowing Zhang Jue's tactics, the blond man smiled slightly: Consultant Zhang, the disparity in strength between you and me is no longer something that can be reversed by tactics. Less struggle means less pain.

Who knows. Zhang Jue snorted.

The blond man knew Zhang Jue's behavior very well, and knew that it would be useless to talk too much.

With a wave of his hand, the bodies of the passengers who were chopped down by Zhang Jue trembled, and all the injuries were healed, and there were no more scars on their wrists.

Not only that, a gun also appeared in their other hand.

Everyone held two guns and faced Zhang Jue again.

wtf?

Before Zhang Jue could even say a word, he was shot in the shoulder.

After being resurrected by the blond man, the speed of these passengers was also much faster.

In the small space, Zhang Jue kept dealing with them, but this time, he was immediately cornered.

Zhang Jue clenched his fist slightly, it seemed that he was about to use that move.

When the last bullet hit his head, Zhang Jue suddenly disappeared.

Um?

The blond man froze.

Then I felt a chill in my chest.

Zhang Jue appeared behind him at some point, piercing his heart with a knife.

Zhang Jue maintained his saber-stretching posture, and said behind him, Brother, there is a disparity in strength between who and who, now you know.

After being pierced through the heart with a knife, the blond man did not die immediately.

He turned his head slightly and looked at Zhang Jue.

Consultant Zhang, you do have many powerful abilities.

You have a powerful self-healing ability.

Has the ability to calm people.

Has the ability to scare people.

There is also the ability to invalidate people's abilities.

You are very powerful, but you have to know that there are many powerful people in this world.

The blond man smiled and suddenly appeared behind Zhang Jue.

He said with a sinister smile, Consultant Zhang, take a good look, did you really stab me?

Reminded by the blond man, Zhang Jue lowered his head slowly. He was surprised to find that the long black knife in his hand had been inserted into his heart.