I’m In Charge of SCP

"Outside the long pavilion, by the side of the ancient road, the green grass stretches to the sky~"

"The sound of the willow flute blows in the evening wind, and the mountain outside the sunset mountain~"

"At the end of the sky, at the corner of the earth, half of my friends are scattered~"

"A jug of turbid wine to enjoy the rest of the day, what's the matter tonight~"

On the main road going north, a military off-road vehicle was galloping on it.

There was a melodious singing sound from the car.

The tune is definitely not pleasant, at most it is more heroic.

And at the end of singing, he even forgot the words, and then continued to hum a few words shamelessly.

But it doesn't matter.

Anyway, he was the only car left on the busy national highway in the past.

Along the way, he met some fleeing people and once encountered a small army.

When they saw him whizzing by in a car, they all looked sideways.

Most people can only express their inner feelings with a sentence of "fuck".

The doomsday is approaching, and in this desperate situation, you can best see what a person's character is like.

Some are self-pitying, some are broken, and some are cautious.

There are no such free and easy people like Zhang Jue, but they are definitely rare.

Zhang Jue stepped on the accelerator, the speed of the car had already reached 120, and it roared past the intersection.

But a few minutes later, he fell back again.

Looking at the words "Xinyang" on the road sign, he held his chin and thought for a while, then turned the car over.

The Administration has dozens of sites, large and small, in country C.

The biggest sites are site66 in Beijing, site14 in Jiangzhou, site89 in Shanghai, and site177 in Huacheng.

Although site259 located in Xinyang is a little smaller than these few, its scale is also very impressive.

Since you are passing by, you can go and have a look, there may be some clues there.

If you approach the site rashly, you may be attacked by the abnormal creatures released, but Zhang Jue is not afraid of them.

...

As expected, Xinyang also turned into an empty city, with traces of the buildings being bombed, and probably all the people in the city fled.

Only a pile of ruins remained.

Zhang Jue drove a military off-road vehicle through this devastated ancient city. The roads in some places had been bombed, so he had to make a detour.

site259 said it was in Xinyang, but in fact, like most sites, it was built very far from the city center.

Zhang Jue drove for a full two hours, and stopped at the gate called "Xinyang Prosperity Biological Co., Ltd." at dusk.

This is also a building complex, but the degree of damage is very serious.

The main building and the adjacent podium were half collapsed.

Zhang Jue got out of the car and walked into the gate.

In the guard room next to the gatehouse, the corpses of several guards had decomposed, and they seemed to have been dead for at least a month.

Judging from the way they fell to the ground, they should have been shot to death from outside the door with a gun.

In addition to the bullet holes on the wall at the rear, there were large areas of sprayed blood. From this, it can be concluded that the person who fired the gun was very close to them, and he should have shot close to the door.

Zhang Jue walked into the gate, and there were several corpses in security clothes lying on the side.

Probably the security personnel who rushed over after hearing gunshots in the site.

They were all shot in the head.

Going further inside, you can see the bodies of some ordinary staff lying on the side.

Most of them died on their stomachs.

It looked like he wanted to escape and was shot dead by the intruders.

Zhang Jue saw a simple fortification at the gate of the main building.

There were more than ten or twenty corpses lying in disorder inside.

Presumably this was the last resistance made by the defense forces here, but it was clear that they had failed.

But Zhang Jue was a little strange.

Although site259 is not as big as site14, there are a bit less security personnel.

Including the few who fell at the gate, there were only twenty or thirty people, which was obviously not right.

There were not many dead bodies of staff either.

Could it be that they were the first to transfer after receiving the news?

With doubts, Zhang Jue entered the main building of the site.

Zhang Jue had never been to site 259, so he could only follow the signs in the building.

The management authority has a set of common standards for the signage of this kind of site, and Zhang Jue quickly found the location of the station master's office.

The door was ajar, Zhang Jue pushed it open, and the scene inside was somewhat beyond his expectation.

He originally thought that the station master had already moved away in advance, but that was not the case.

A corpse was lying on the table with a gun in its right hand. It seemed that it had committed suicide.

If it hadn't been for someone occupying the magpie's nest, or the webmaster himself had escaped from his shell, then this webmaster was really a staunch man who ended his life in such a brutal way.

Zhang Jue noticed that the movement of his left hand was rather strange. After thinking about it, Zhang Jue pulled out the notebook under his arm.

The notebook is brand new, but the title page has been torn off, and some handwriting can still be vaguely seen on the latter page.

Zhang Jue took out a pencil from the pen holder and rubbed it a few times, and the marks on it appeared.

Although it was not particularly clear, but fortunately the webmaster's handwriting was relatively neat, even if a few words were unclear, Zhang Jue could guess what he wrote.

"I don't believe it, why is that, I don't believe it."

The strokes of the last word "letter" are particularly heavy, and it is obvious that the station master is very hard when writing.

Zhang Jue pinched his chin, looked at the dead body of the station master, and fell into deep thought.

What kind of news was it that forced the station master to commit suicide.

What does he not believe in?

From this point of view, those staff and security personnel did not transfer in advance, but more like escaped.

But what the truth is, he doesn't know.

The host computer of the station master has been taken away, but even if it stays here, Zhang Jue probably won't be able to decipher what's inside.

Zhang Jue wandered around the site casually, but didn't find anything special.

But the holding area was indeed blasted open.

It should be the group of intruders who did it.

I don't know what this site once imprisoned, and where it all went now.

It was past five o'clock in the afternoon when Zhang Jue left site259.

This trip to site259 added to his doubts.

What kind of news could make a webmaster commit suicide?

Can the vast majority of the members of the site drop those items in custody and escape alone?

You know, the spiritual construction of the administration is quite awesome.

Basically every member is ready to dedicate himself to all mankind.

Zhang Jue was thinking about these questions while driving.

He was about to return along the same road, when he reached Xinyang City, he suddenly heard gunshots from the next block.

He turned the steering wheel almost reflexively and drove in the direction of the accident.

Just after two streets, I saw a group of heavily armed soldiers withdrawing from a distance.

What surprised Zhang Jue was that they were wearing the clothes of the Mobile Task Force.

When they saw Zhang Jue, they were also taken aback.

It seems that no one expected to see living people here.

The captain was a middle-aged strong man, who was supported by his team members at this time, and his right foot was probably injured.

Seeing Zhang Jue driving a military vehicle, he asked vigilantly, "Who are you?"

Zhang Jue also asked, "Which team are you from?"

Although the captain was injured, the rest of the soldiers were still healthy. They pointed their guns at Zhang Jue.

"Get out of the car or I'll shoot you," said one of them.

Before the matter was clarified, Zhang Jue didn't want to conflict with them, and he didn't bother to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger. He simply stated his identity directly: "I am Zhang Jue, a special advisor to the Administration. Which team do you belong to?"

"Consultant Zhang? Are you Consultant Zhang?"

Hearing his self-registration number, the captain who had been a little weak suddenly regained his spirits.

Zhang Jue also got out of the car at this time.

The captain looked Zhang Jue up and down, and then grabbed Zhang Jue's hand.

"Consultant Zhang, you are finally back!"

...

The name of this team is Qing Falcon, which is as famous as Hongying and Oriole, and it is one of the three strongest teams in country C.

Zhang Jue had heard of their names from Guan Peng.

The captain of the Qing Falcon team was named Qian Guangzhong. He was younger than Guan Peng, but he was experienced in many battles, and his skills were quite good.

It was almost evening, and Zhang Jue led the remnants of the blue falcons to sit in a coffee shop, eating food in his different space, and listening to Qian Guangzhong tell them what happened during this time.

Two months ago, at the end of the world, Qing Falcon was ordered to patrol the periphery of Xinyang City.

But the project at site259 suddenly broke through and was detained, and they took a lot of effort to recapture it.

But within two days, the world was in chaos.

The monsters in the site unexpectedly ran out again, and even Xinyang City was attacked by unknown enemies.

Their team not only had to fight those monsters, but also had to cover the retreat of ordinary people.

It can be said that he is both a father and a mother, and he is divided into several teams.

Dead or dead, scattered or scattered, in the end only these six or seven people remained.

After finishing speaking, Qian Guangzhong asked, "Consultant Zhang, where have you been these past few months?"

Zhang Jue looked at him and waved his hand: "Don't mention it."

Zhang Jue asked again: "Captain Qian, do you know what happened at the headquarters of the Administration Bureau? Why do you want to be an enemy of all human beings?"

Qian Guangzhong paused for a moment, then shook his head: "We don't know either."

The two of them chatted one after another, and the time gradually came to the middle of the night.

Several members of the Qing Falcon team seemed to be very tired, and they were a little sleepy after eating.

There are probably only a few of them left in this city.

Qian Guangzhong picked an uninjured team member to watch the night, and then said to Zhang Jue, "Consultant Zhang, take a rest, and we can talk about it tomorrow if you have anything to say."

Zhang Jue nodded, leaned on a chair and closed his eyes to rest.

The night was getting dark.

Several team members began to snore, and Zhang Jue's breathing gradually became calmer.

It was about two thirty in the middle of the night.

Several members of the Qing Falcon team suddenly opened their eyes at the same time.

But their snoring continued.

Very scary.

Captain Qian Guangzhong also slowly sat up from the bench.

In the dark, he looked at Zhang Jue's figure with fierce eyes.

In this scene, it was as if a group of people were playing werewolf killing. The other killers had already opened their eyes, only Zhang Jue was still asleep.

Qian Guangzhong and several team members looked at each other, carefully took out their guns from their waists, and pointed them at Zhang Jue's head.

As long as they pulled the trigger lightly, the bullet would shoot out from the muzzle, killing Zhang Jue.

However, at this moment, a sigh came from the direction where Zhang Jue was.

"Captain Qian, don't waste your efforts, didn't they tell you that the weapons in your hands are useless to me?"

Together with Qian Guangzhong, all members of the Qing Falcon team were stunned.

Zhang Jue didn't even sleep?

How did he know they were going to kill him?

With a click, Zhang Jue lit his diesel lighter and played with it in his hand.

In the dark coffee shop, there was finally some light.

Under the light of the fire, Qian Guangzhong and the team members showed their sinister expressions.

Qian Guangzhong looked at Zhang Jue: "How do you know we are going to kill you?"

"Hey, how should I put it, because your acting skills are so clumsy, I have seen through your underpants from the moment we met."

Qian Guangzhong sneered: "Consultant Zhang, although you have discovered us, there is no need to brag about yourself so much."

"Why, don't you believe me?" Zhang Jue snorted, "It seems that I know that you haven't realized where you have been exposed."

"From the moment we met, you pretended not to know me—Captain Qian, with all due respect, I have been in the management bureau for three or four years. Many members of the management bureau abroad recognize my face. As a native of country C, you and Guan Peng’s relationship is so good, will he not know me? Let’s take a step back, even if you really don’t know me, when I register my name, shouldn’t you look at my certificate or ask for my number? But you didn't do this, the reason is very simple, because you have recognized me a long time ago, just pretended not to know me. When we talked later, you asked me again and again what I was doing during this time, and my whereabouts are in The Administration Bureau has always kept secrets. May I ask you, a small task leader, how did you know that I disappeared for a while? Besides, site 259 was breached by you. The reason why Xinyang City became a dead city is because of you. Thanks to you!"

Qian Guangzhong was stunned for a moment, and only then did he realize that Zhang Jue had really seen through his series of thoughts.

He was not convinced: "Consultant Zhang, why did you come to accompany us in this play?"

"The answer is very simple, I just want to see what you guys want to do."

As Zhang Jue spoke, his face gradually darkened.

"Captain Qian, can you tell me what happened to the Administration and why you want to kill me?"

"Consultant Zhang, everyone's choices are different. Don't blame me now! Fire!"

Qian Guangzhong gave an order and pulled the trigger together with several team members.

At the same time, several cold lights flashed.

Their hands were cut off with black knives, and blood gushed out.

Zhang Jue looked down at Qian Guangzhong who was lying on the ground.

"Captain Qian, I don't want to kill you, tell me, what happened? Why did the Administration want to kill everyone?"

Due to excessive blood loss, Qian Guangzhong's face turned pale, but his rationality was still there.

He actually laughed.

"Consultant Zhang, don't ask, we have no choice but to do this."

After saying this, he turned his head and hit the wall next to him, blood was flowing, and he died.

And several of his team members also took out their daggers and wiped their necks.

Zhang Jue could actually stop them, but he didn't.

They already have a will to die, and they probably won't be able to ask anything.

Zhang Jue was very surprised. What did the Administration do to brainwash these people to such an extent?

A small light on Qian Guangzhong's waist was on. Zhang Jue squatted down to look, and found that it was a one-way communicator.

Their conversation at this time should be monitored the whole time.

Zhang Jue took off the communicator and put it in front of him.

"Listen, I don't care who you are, I'm back, you're going to be finished."

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