I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

This time out to find Smith's action is not small.

Not only was it confirmed that Smith was alive, but it was also known that he was involved in a very serious incident.

Zhang Jue asked Stevenson to put the sniper in the trunk and send it back to the Foundation for further interrogation.

He himself stayed here and continued his investigation.

The furnishings in Smith's room were very simple. Zhang Jue looked around again and found some details that he hadn't noticed before.

In the bowl on the table, there are some noodles, which have long been moldy and dried up.

Chopsticks are scattered on one side.

Obviously, Smith was eating noodles when something happened suddenly and he left here in a hurry.

It is very likely that the group of people who rummaged through things here came.

Zhang Jue sat on the head of the bed, thinking about Smith's possible whereabouts.

The bed is the most common iron frame bed.

His fingers tapped on it, and the iron pipe made a rhythmic sound, which seemed to help him think better.

As he knocked and knocked, he discovered that the sound of a certain section was different, as if it was a bit dull.

There seems to be something in there.

"Ok?"

Zhang Jue turned on the flashlight and shined it through the other end of the iron pipe, and found that it seemed to be a ball of paper.

The ball of paper is very new, obviously stuffed in not long ago.

Sensitive nerves drove Zhang Jue.

He found a clothes hanger, straightened the wire, and poked it in from the other end of the iron pipe, just enough to hook the paper ball.

It took him a lot of effort to get the ball of paper out of it.

He said in his heart that if it was just stuffed in by Smith, he would be in a big loss.

He opened the ball of paper and saw the content on it, the corners of his mouth curled up involuntarily.

His luck was as good as ever.

On the ball of paper, it was written in crooked handwriting: "Danger! Leavequickly!" (Danger! Leavequickly!)

Obviously, someone gave Smith an early warning.

This message has neither a beginning nor a signature, and it is unknown who wrote it.

Zhang Jue held it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

He felt that this font seemed familiar to him, as if he had seen it somewhere.

He usually works at site14, and he doesn't know many foreigners, let alone someone who will write to him.

But Zhang Jue felt that he must have seen this font before.

Harvey?Hayle?Claremont?

It doesn't seem to be.

Is it a researcher's report?

Nor is it.

He sat in Smith's room, thinking for a long time, and finally remembered when he had seen this handwriting.

That was before going to the foundation headquarters, on Thanksgiving, he and Yang Xue were answering questions in a shopping mall.

A mysterious person called him and persuaded him to answer the additional question.

The reward for the additional question is the ticket for the match between Fang Tianlong and Hudson, and there is also a string of English on the back of the ticket.

MRzhang, Itrtyou? showwhatyoudo! (Mr. Zhang, can I trust you? Let me see your ability!)

He was sure that the words on the boxing match invitation and the words on this ball of paper must have been written by the same person.

What is this unfolding?

Who is this guy?

At that time, Zhang Jue went to watch the boxing match between Fang Tianlong and Hudson, and a large part of the reason was the phone call and the text.

Then I met SCP-1440 - the old man who bet against death.

Obviously, that person knew that there would be an accident in the boxing match that night, and he probably wanted to test him to see if he could solve it.

But after that incident, the pair disappeared.

Zhang Jue once thought about tracking him down, but because there were too many things to do, he first went to see 682, and then repaired the hard drive, so he put it on hold.

He never thought that the other party would appear here.

It is also a warning to others.

interesting.

In fact, at the beginning, Zhang Jue didn't take Smith too seriously.

Like the Foundation, at best they see him as a capable captain, nothing more.

Now Smith can't predict what will happen in the future. Finding him is just better than nothing.

But Zhang Jue is now interested in him.

Because that mysterious person must be related to him.

……

In a sewer somewhere in Philadelphia.

Will Smith gritted his teeth and bandaged his injured leg.

In the past two days, he has escaped countless waves of pursuit.

This reminded him of his experience of fighting the enemy when he was a mercenary.

But then it was in the jungle, and now it is in a city made of steel.

I don't know what happened to those partners.

In a daze, he saw his brother coming to join him, but when he opened his eyes, he was still in the dark and damp sewer.

"Drip-drip-"

His phone rang suddenly - he had thrown away his original phone long ago, it was his emergency use, and no one knew the number, so he was a little strange.

However, he still pressed the answer button, but did not speak.

"Smith, I know you're listening."

The other party's voice was a little hoarse.

"In the B&B at No. 34 Mineta Street, I have prepared some antibiotics, a change of clothes, and some food for you. You can go there now."

It is him again!

Smith clenched his fist slightly.

These days, a mysterious person has been secretly helping him.

Usually leave some notes.

The other party seemed to know him very well.

The notes were usually placed under his usual seat at the bar, or where he hid his cigarettes in the bathroom.

This was the first time he heard the other party's voice.

"Who are you?" Smith asked.

"It doesn't matter who I am." The mysterious man replied, "You just need to know that if you can only trust one person in this world, it must be me."

I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Chapter 1 Sixty Hello Smith

Things gradually became interesting.

Originally, Zhang Jue's main purpose in coming to Mei Country was actually to find Yang Xue.

Finding Smith's whereabouts was just a drop in, and it was a favor to Simmons.

Unexpectedly, there was an accidental discovery.

The mysterious man seemed to be able to predict the occurrence of some things. Zhang Jue already had a few rough guesses about his identity, but he still needed to find a chance to verify it.

And he is also very interested in what Smith has in hand.

It must be very important to attract so many powerful people to chase him down, even the big bosses in the underground world like DuPont dare not protect him.

Although I don't know if it's useful, it did arouse Zhang Jue's overflowing curiosity.

For the next two days, Zhang Jue would go out whenever he was free.

But no new clues were found.

The man Smith seemed to have disappeared from the world completely.

But Zhang Jue knew that he would not disappear, nor could he hide somewhere.

Because he was seriously injured.

He will definitely go buy medicine and bandages.

Therefore, Zhang Jue's destinations are usually those humble pharmacies and clinics.

Just show the salesperson the fake FBI ID that the Foundation forged, and they will obediently tell him whether anyone has come to purchase related items recently.

Philadelphia is very big, doing this is like finding a needle in a haystack, but Zhang Jue never tires of it.

In this way, three days were wasted, and nothing was expected.

Zhang Jue also gave up this extremely inefficient approach.

He planned to relax himself, so he took the time to go to the Kanrada Bank - the automatic reply email Simmons received said that there was a gift for him, and it was placed here.

There was nothing left and right, so Zhang Jue came to see if he could get some clues from it.

As for why he didn't come right away, it wasn't some bullshit trick, he simply forgot.

It was already afternoon when he came to the bank.

The weather was gloomy and the wind was howling.

Winters in Philadelphia are very cold.

Zhang Jue wrapped himself in a coat and entered the bank lobby.

It's getting late, and there are still the last 10 minutes before the staff will get off work.

There are not many people working inside, sitting scattered in various windows, a few staff members are chatting and paddling, waiting for the bell to ring off work.

When he walked into the bank, he met an old man reeking of alcohol.

Walking crookedly, almost fell when going up the steps.

Zhang Jue helped him, and the two entered the bank together.

Zhang Jue went to the lobby manager and explained his purpose.

Just when the lobby manager wanted to take him to the locker,

A few strong men with hoods rushed in.

"Everyone is not allowed to move!"

"Hold your head with your hands!"

"Squat down! Squat down!"

Seeing the guns in their hands, everyone panicked,