I’m In Charge of SCP

The next day, Zhang Jue and Stevenson came to Smith's previous residence, which is where he disappeared from the Foundation's sight.

This time they forged the identities of the police officers and justifiably searched the entire room.

As Stevenson said, the room was empty, with nothing in it.

This is just a temporary foothold.

Smith's real residence is not here.

At this time, Stevenson had to admire Zhang Jue's foresight.

If he hadn't risked his life last night and obtained Smith's real residence from DuPont, their investigation would have reached a deadlock.

Stevenson drove the car and headed for the address given to them by the DuPont boss yesterday with Zhang Jue.

He looked at Zhang Jue who was resting with his eyes closed through the rearview mirror, and asked, "Consultant Zhang, there is one thing I don't understand. Why don't we go there directly? Are you afraid that Smith will run away?"

Zhang Jue opened his eyes: "Didn't that Dupont say that Smith had already disappeared, he shouldn't have lied about this, even if we went there immediately last night, you couldn't beat his call, so no matter whether he lied or not, we will go here , I can’t see Smith, that’s for sure.”

Stevenson said again: "Then how do you know that the address he gave you is real?"

"It's very simple, because he is afraid of me." Zhang Jue said, "His stall is there, and he can't leave. If he dares to lie to me, I will dare to kill his whole family. He knows this very well, and in the wall behind him People also know that I have this ability, and that's enough."

"Forehead……"

Stevenson still hasn't adapted to Zhang Jue's style.

He didn't get along with Zhang Jue for a long time, but Zhang Jue always gave him an unfathomable feeling.

He could never predict what Zhang Jue's next move would be.

"Consultant Zhang, will you?" Stevenson tried to ask.

Zhang Jue laughed: "Guess?"

...

Stevenson drove into an alley according to the address on the paper, and finally stopped in front of a bar.

The bar is very dilapidated, the sign is missing a piece, it is sunny outside, but it is dark inside, and there is no one at all.

Stevenson got out of the car, confirmed that the address was correct, and then called out, "Henry? Are you there?"

"Who, let people sleep, are you annoying?!"

Inside the bar counter of the bar, a lame old man stood up.

He reeked of alcohol, probably from a hangover.

Obviously, the arrival of Zhang Jue and Stevenson disturbed his lucid dreams.

Stevenson hurriedly put on a smiling face: "Old man, I'm sorry, are you Henry?"

The old man yawned: "So what?"

"We're looking for a man named Will Smith, do you know where he lives?"

Hearing him mention the name, the old man's eyes suddenly became vigilant: "Who are you?"

"We are his friends." At this time, Zhang Jue also got out of the car and handed out a cigarette, "Dupont introduced us."

"Hmph, so it's that brat."

Hearing DuPont's name, the old man's expression softened a little, but he was still impatient: "He never brought me any good news!"

Led by old Henry, the two came to the small town behind the bar.

There are three religions and nine streams here, and there are all kinds of people. It seems to be a place outside the law.

Those punks squatting on the street looked at Zhang Jue and Stevenson as if they saw two lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Under the escort of old Henry, they passed through the "dangerous zone" and came to a row of private houses.

Old Henry pointed to an inconspicuous house in the distance: "Smith lived there before, but I heard that he hasn't come back for a long time, you go and try your luck."

...

The door of Smith's room was locked, and the two peeked in through the window, but there was no one there.

The locks are the old fashioned old ones.

Stevenson was about to go forward to open the door, but Zhang Jue took out two wires from nowhere and broke the lock open.

Even more professional than Agent Stevenson.

Looking at Stevenson's expression, Zhang Jue waved his hand: "Don't worry, no matter which world you are in, the police have already come to me to file a case."

The two walked into Smith's room, and a strong smell of blood came.

The ground was full of replaced bandages, all stained with blood.

Fortunately, they did not see Smith's body.

Zhang Jue picked up a bandage, checked the blood on it, and found that it had already dried out.

Dupont hadn't lied to him, and Smith hadn't been back here for at least a week.

The furnishings in the room are very simple, a bed, a wardrobe, and a table.

Zhang Jue looked around and found that his wardrobe and bed had been turned over, and even the pillow had been cut open, and the stuffing inside was scattered all over the floor.

It seems that they are not the first wave of people to come to Smith.

The reason why these people came to Smith seemed to be for something.

And, it seems, they didn't find it.

Zhang Jue and Stevenson looked at each other, feeling a little strange.

However, there are not many clues in this room.

The two are ready to leave.

The moment Stevenson pushed open the door, Zhang Jue suddenly pulled him back into the room.

Immediately afterwards, with a bang, a big hole was blasted out of the old door.

Even though Stevenson is a veteran agent of the Foundation, he was quite frightened by this blow.

If Zhang Jue was one step later, his body would be smashed to pieces just like this door.

Zhang Jue spat: "A sniper rifle with such a large caliber can be used to snipe tanks. Who did Smith offend? It's too fucking ruthless!"

Zhang Jue dragged Stevenson all the way to the house, and drew all the curtains.

"You wait here, I'll come back as soon as I go." Zhang Jue said to Stevenson.

As he said that, he was about to slip out of the big hole blasted out of the door, trying to find the sniper, but he was stopped by Stevenson.

"Consultant Zhang, wait a moment."

Zhang Jue stopped and looked at Stevenson.

"Consultant Zhang, I'm an agent of the Foundation. You look like I'm useless. I was careless just now, but now I know the location of the enemy. Please give me this task!"

Stevenson's self-esteem is very strong. Since last night, Zhang Jue has been solving problems independently. He bears the name of a Foundation agent, but it seems to be a decoration. He is only responsible for shocking and shocking. Even he himself Look down on yourself.

Hearing what he said, Zhang Jue suddenly laughed, patted Stevenson on the shoulder, and spoke earnestly.

"Actually, you don't have to worry too much about this issue, because working with geniuses is what it feels like, just get used to it—to tell you the truth, I have a friend who is a Ph.D. from the Foundation, and she has the same Troubled, she always felt that she couldn't do anything by my side, and she would even hold me back, so she trained desperately, and even used self-harm to strengthen herself, wanting to be with me against the enemy—”

Stevenson listened intently and asked, "What happened next?"

"Later? Later she found out that doing so was useless except wasting time!"

Zhang Jue's originally kind face instantly changed into a disgusted expression, and he slapped Stevenson on the head.

"You people are just fucking hypocritical! If you can accomplish something, I can use myself to fight wits and bravery with others? Isn't it good to lie down and win? You are not satisfied with this, and you still want to Split the bonus with Lao Tzu? Let me tell you, there is no way!"