I’m In Charge of SCP

Chapter 129: Any Means Of Killing

The entire competition arena collapsed with a violent shake. Explosions kept coming, and the ruins of the arena began to burst in fire. The crowd was stunned. If they came out a few minutes later, I'm afraid they would have been buried in the fire at this point.

The fire trucks that had been waiting here immediately began to work. Looking at the fire in front of him, Du Jingtian's eyes narrowed slightly. As Lei Shan's beloved secretary, he was responsible for handling specific matters for Lei Shan and knew many insider secrets.

He found that many SCP projects had started to become active in recent years. Regardless they were already contained or not. He didn't know if this meant anything, but there was always a bad feeling. The SCP Foundation has done its best to keep the impact to a minimum. Just like it did today.

But inevitably, there would always be sightings of the SCP occurrences. Despite the Foundation's various memory-erasing drugs, the anomalous effects of SCP will always remain. If this continues, it is only a matter of time before the SCP Foundation is exposed to the public eye.

Du Jingtian's rank was not low, and he had presented his ideas to Lei Shan. But his response was silent, and he did not say anything. He knew that the Foundation had been alerted about the problem, but there just didn't seem to be anything that could be done.

As each day passed and the situation became more serious, the Foundation was like a fireman, constantly fighting fires around the world. Containment efforts became frequent, and the most impressive time he remembered was when Lei Shan commanded several MTF squads at the same time and did not close his eyes for three days and nights.

Just when he thought the situation would continue to deteriorate. One day, Lei Shan suddenly became happy. Lei Shan is the kind of person who is not happy or angry. No matter what kind of situation he encounters, his face always has a calm and relaxed expression.

If he had not followed him for many years, Du Jingtian would not have been able to distinguish that tiny difference. Du Jingtian was able to confirm this matter because on that day, Lei Shan, who had never drank a drop of wine, had a few drinks. It was also that day that the name Zhang Jue spread throughout the Foundation's senior management.

Special Advisor, Level B personnel, Level 4 authority. The high authority and power given to Zhang Jue by the Foundation were unprecedented. Zhang Jue was still a newly arrested visitor from a parallel world at that time. Of course, because Du Jingtian's level was not enough, these things were also pieced together by him little by little.

After the Site-14 Infiltration, Lei Shan even took on the task that should have belonged to him and personally went to Jiangzhou just to be able to meet Advisor Zhang with his own eyes. After returning from Jiangzhou, Lei Shan had a word with him.

"He didn't choose the wrong person."

Du Jingtian did not know what Lei Shan meant by "he" back then, but the hint was very obvious. This Advisor Zhang. It might be the last trump card in the Foundation's hand.

Du Jingtian's deputy walked up to him and whispered, "Commander Du, I confirmed with the two MTF squad leaders that I didn't see Advisor Zhang coming out from the arena. He wouldn't have-"

Du Jingtian didn't tell anyone about the news that Zhang Jue was here. He only told about it to a few of his cronies, so they have to be careful. There were a total of six exits in this competition arena, but they did not see Zhang Jue. They were very worried. Du Jingtian, on the other hand, shook his head.

"Tell the other squads that follow the usual procedures when the police department comes. As for Advisor Zhang's safety... is no longer something that people at our level can influence."

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Zhang Jue hung up the phone and took his Dragon Crystal and Reality Anchor out from the Pocket Dimension. He asked that most classic of questions with a heated smile, "Old man, it's not impossible for me to kill you, but what's in it for me?"

Zhang Jue's utilitarianism would be countless times stronger than usual at certain times. When you come to ask for help, you always have to face his demands. The old man faintly froze, seemingly not expecting Zhang Jue to ask this question.

Zhang Jue hummed, "Old man, you don't even have basic manners. Please, if you want to die, do it somewhere else. Okay?" The old man had lived for an unknown number of years, and this was the first time someone had spoken to him like this.

Crack, crack, crack. Under the old man's ability, cracks had begun to appear on the surrounding walls. However, Zhang Jue was unmoved, only counting the time silently in his heart. He suddenly felt a chill on his back. It was as if something was attached to his body, but he couldn't see anything with his vision.

Just then, the old man suddenly said, "I have nothing to give you. The only thing I can do is foretell the Death of people. The first Brother of Death has come, and he is behind you."

"Oh? That's interesting." Knowing exactly what happened to him, Zhang Jue laughed instead. The curse attached to the old man's body was surprisingly affecting him.

The three Brothers of Death were truly worthy of their name. But he was a little curious as to how exactly they were going to come to reap his life. You know, with his current strength, even if there was an earthquake and the whole building collapsed, it wouldn't hurt him at all.

It is not easy to kill him. Death has to abide by the basic law of life. Zhang Jue knew that even though he was immune to most SCP abilities, he was not completely invincible. As far as he could remember, he had almost died twice.

First, he met the Hanged King, and then he met SCP-3844. Both of the situations put Zhang Jue in a troubled state. Of course, the temporal influence of Moebius Cave is a different thing, and it does not count.

Time flew minute by minute. Twenty minutes had passed since Zhang Jue had hung up the phone. Zhang Jue and SCP-1440 were just in the corridor, staring at each other with wide eyes.

SCP-1440 was strong because of his influence on the human creatures around him, and he didn't have any powerful killing moves of his own, except for the last treasure that he didn't want to use. Zhang Jue could have slipped away, but he did not because he knew very well that his life was slowly dying. There was no use in running away. He had to get the problem solved here.

The old man looked at him, "The second brother is already on top of you."

Zhang Jue nodded, increasingly curious as to how Death would come to take his life. Just then, a noisy voice came. "Excuse me, can I ask something? Why is there no one inside the arena?"

Zhang Jue turned around. He saw a cloaked man holding on to the wall, looking at them, and in his words, a little embarrassed. His clothes were unkempt, and he was not even wearing a shoe on one of his feet.

"I just went to the toilet. When I came back, the boxing match was over, and everyone ran off to who knows where. Do you know anything?"

Didn't you hear the announcement just now?

Zhang Jue frowned at him, noticing the many gray-brown stains on the other man's white shirt, and only then did he recognize that this man was none other than the unlucky man who had just sat next to him. He hadn't looked like this when he'd left and had probably encountered something else in the toilet to get himself into this state.

Seeing that neither of them was talking, he simply walked over in Zhang Jue's direction.

"Dude, I just got hit in the head by the toilet. I'm a little dizzy. Can you help me out?" He was walking wobbly, and he clearly was half-conscious.

He was looking at the guy's hand about to touch his own, a feeling off in Zhang Jue's heart. At this moment, he recognized the man's identity. And finally, he knew how the three Brothers of Death were going to kill him.

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