I’m In Charge of SCP

Zhang Jue came to Mei Country for two purposes.

First, he promised Simmons to help him find Will Smith.

Zhang Jue also wanted to find him, to see if he could get any clues from him.

Second, he wanted to find a chance to meet Yang Xue.

After all, he still broods over the surveillance video.

He wanted to find out if the person who pushed him was Yang Xue, and if so, what was the reason.

According to the agreement with Leshan, after leaving the airport, Zhang Jue took a taxi to the entrance of the largest hotel in Philadelphia.

After getting off the taxi, he waited to meet the receptionist.

Suddenly a wretched-looking Oriental came towards him.

Presumably the other party also had a good impression of his complexion, seeing that Zhang Jue saw him, he smiled.

"Brother, do you want a disk?"

"ah?"

Zhang Jue was taken aback for a moment, he never thought that he could hear such kind lines in Mei country.

If it weren't for the foreigners and English letters everywhere, he must have thought he was in a market in a small town in China.

"Brother, you heard it right, it's a disk."

It seemed that the man was already familiar with this kind of reaction. After confirming that it was safe, he opened a gap in the windbreaker he was wearing.

Zhang Jue saw that there were various CDs hanging densely inside.

I really don't know if he kicked so many things on his body, whether it will sink or not.

Zhang Jue looked him up and down, and sighed: "Brother, I'm not talking about you. This is the age, and there is no future in selling pirated CDs. Just find a forum and post a sentence that a good person will live a safe life, I promise Your private messages are full of indescribable URLs."

After Zhang Jue finished speaking, he shook his head, feeling rather resentful.

Today's society is so involuntary, even film sellers need technical skills to be able to do it.

Unexpectedly, the man smiled.

"Brother, what you said were all taken by some miscellaneous pheasants. What's the point of that? I don't even look at it for free. You don't know. I'm full of big stars here."

He pointed to the covers of the CDs in his clothes, and only then did Zhang Jue notice that there seemed to be a few familiar faces, whether they were from cn or foreign stars.

Zhang Jue waved his hand: "AI face changing is not a new technology."

When the other party saw that Zhang Jue was an expert, he immediately gave him a thumbs up.

"Brother, seeing that you are so young, you know so much about this matter, you have a lot of experience."

Zhang Jue chuckled: "Where is it, my younger brother is also lucky to have read a lot of resources because he has been in various forums all year round and treats people with courtesy. Compared with those seniors who have read countless movies, it is still far behind."

The man looked around to make sure that no one had noticed the two of them, and then leaned closer to Zhang Jue.

"Little brother, seeing that you are also an expert, buddy will not tell lies,

The ones on me now are not AI face swaps, they are real shots of real celebrities, and they also support customization. I can find any celebrity you want. Do you want it, I will give you a low price-"

Hearing his amazing words, Zhang Jue raised his eyebrows: "All of them are real photos of celebrities? They also support customization? How is that possible? It's a lie."

It's not that Zhang Jue defends those celebrities, the aristocratic circle is much more chaotic than most people imagine, and there are many people who do these things.

But how could it be possible for other people to play tricks and be photographed and recorded on a CD-of course, Mr. Chen's kind of self-destructive type is not counted.

"Little brother, I won't lie to you, just say whether you want to buy it or not."

"this……"

Zhang Jue was hesitating, when he heard commotion in the distance, it seemed that a group of policemen was coming here.

Buying Brother saw that the momentum was wrong, and immediately stuffed a CD into Zhang Jue's hands.

"Brother, this is a sample, you can see if it's an AI face swap, my contact information is on it, if you're interested, I have more—"

With that said, he ran away in a hurry.

A few minutes later, those policemen finally arrived.

They split up into two groups, one team went to chase after the seller, and the other team stopped in front of Zhang Jue.

A man who looked like a captain took out his ID card and waved it in front of Zhang Jue.

"FBI handles the case—sir, please show your ID."

This is thinking of himself as an accomplice of the seller.

Zhang Jue shrugged and took out his passport.

The captain looked at it and returned the passport to Zhang Jue.

"Mr. Zhang Jue, may I ask if that person gave you anything just now?"

"Hmm...no." Zhang Jue spread out his hands, a little reluctant to hand over the things.

He was a little curious about the contents, really just curious.

The captain narrowed his eyes, and his tone suddenly rose: "Mr. Zhang Jue, this is Mei Guo, please pay attention to your identity and don't hinder us from handling the case—I'll ask again, did that person give you anything?"

Zhang Jue smiled: "I'm telling you as a big American and cheap customer, if you don't have it, you don't have it."

The captain winked at the players behind him: "Search!"

The team member immediately pulled Zhang Jue's suitcase over.

Because the suitcase had a password, he directly took out the dagger and slashed open the side of the suitcase, all of Zhang Jue's clothes fell out at once.

This action of the team members attracted the onlookers of passers-by.

The captain looked around and said coldly: "The fbi is handling the case, please leave if you have nothing to do with it!"

People around did not dare to approach, but there were still some good-natured people watching the excitement not far away.

The team member dumped all of Zhang Jue's clothes on the ground and kept searching.

A few minutes later, he said to the captain: "Boss, the things are not here."

The captain looked at Zhang Jue: "I just saw that person put something in his hand, it's not in the suitcase, it's on him, take him back to me!"

To be honest, Zhang Jue couldn't figure out why a salesman would make the fbi go to war so much.

But his temper is like this, he can eat soft but not hard.

If the other party had a better attitude just now, he might have given it.

Now the other party opened his suitcase and wanted to take his people away.

This has already crossed the bottom line of his patience.

The two FBI agents were about to take Zhang Jue away according to the captain's instructions, but Zhang Jue dodged and dodged their outstretched hands.

Zhang Jue's agility is flexible, and one can tell at a glance that he has been practiced.

The captain sneered.

"People from cn, do you think your kung fu is very good?"

Zhang Jue smiled slightly: "Yes, cn kung fu is indeed very powerful."

"No matter how powerful it is, is it powerful with a gun?"

As soon as the captain finished speaking, all his team members pulled out their pistols and aimed at Zhang Jue.

"How?" the captain said coldly.

He thought that this would scare Zhang Jue.

But he didn't know that the young man in front of him was a lunatic who had no fear in the face of a dozen submachine guns and a few large-caliber sniper rifles.

In his opinion, these pistols are not even toys.

Zhang Jue was about to make a move when he suddenly saw another group of people walking towards them in the distance.

The leader was Du Jingtian, Leshan's assistant who had met him a few times.