I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Screams came and went.

The leading strong man fired a few shots at the ceiling: "Quiet! Quiet the fuck!"

This time, no one dared to speak out.

They all followed the gangster's instructions and squatted down, covering their heads with their hands.

There were five gangsters in total, all holding submachine guns in their hands.

Looks like a veteran of bank robbery.

After controlling the scene, a gangster went to put down the rolling shutter door of the bank.

Another shot in the head a worker who was trying to surreptitiously press the siren.

The bandit leader looked at the staff at the counter.

"Money belongs to the country, but your life belongs to you. You'd better think clearly before doing anything!"

Zhang Jue stood in the corner, clutching his forehead, a little helpless.

I have probably been unlucky recently, and I will encounter this kind of bullshit everywhere I go.

When you go back at night, you must set up an incense hall and burn some paper money to drive away all bad luck.

He was thinking about all these things, when a gangster found him still standing, pointed a gun at him and said, "You! What are you doing! Squat down!"

The old man he helped tugged at his trousers, signaling him to squat down and not to confront the robbers head-on.

Zhang Jue smiled at him and shook his head.

"The ones who bother you most about robbery have no technical content at all."

He grunted and walked over to the robber.

"What do you want to do?!" Seeing that the momentum was wrong, the robber said vigilantly, "If you come again, I will shoot!"

"If you want to shoot, you can shoot. How can you tell others before you shoot? You are a bitch, are you scared?" Zhang Jue approached him while talking.

When the other robbers heard this, instead of responding, they laughed.

The bandit leader frowned and said, "Don't make extra trouble."

The robber became angry from embarrassment, stared into Zhang Jue's eyes, and said darkly, "I'll kill you!"

Then he pulls the trigger.

Then he realized that he couldn't move.

There seemed to be a magic in the eyes of that damned young man.

Seeing him walking towards him step by step, he couldn't even move his fingers.

The other companions were still laughing.

He was in a panic.

He couldn't even ask his companions for help.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zhang Jue just strolled around like that, walking up to the robber step by step.

Instead of firing, the robber kept his posture motionless, as if frightened.

At this time, the robbers finally realized the problem, and all pointed their guns at Zhang Jue.

Looking at them, Zhang Jue sighed.

"The law and order of Dameijian is really a problem."

……

Half an hour later, the police arrived late.

When they violently opened the rolling shutter door of the bank, the five robbers had all been subdued. Their hands and feet were tied, and they were wearing headgear, and they were detained in the hall by the bank staff.

The police took over immediately.

Seeing this strange situation, the captain at the head said in amazement: "Who can tell me what's going on?"

Has work been so easy these days?

A courageous bank employee replied: "These people came to rob the bank, a young man subdued them and called the police."

"One person, subdue all the gangsters?" The captain seemed a little unbelievable.

Another staff member also said: "It's just one person, but we didn't see the specific process clearly."

The captain looked around: "Where are the others?"

"It's right there." The staff member looked into the corner of the hall, but found that the place was empty, "Eh? You were still here just now, when did you leave?"

……

At this moment, Zhang Jue was humming and walking in an alley.

The cold wind howled, and the tone in his mouth was a bit old.

"My family lives on the high slope of the loess ~, the strong wind blows from the slope, whether it is Li Yuchun or Zeng Yike, they are all my brother and my brother—whether it is Xinchun brother or Bai Zeng brother, bless me to pass the exam and not fail the exam—— "

He stopped at the corner of the alley, stopped singing, and seemed to be waiting for something.

Sure enough, 2 minutes later, a lame old man came from another direction.

It was the one Zhang Jue helped up at the bank gate.

Seeing Zhang Jue, he was slightly taken aback.

"Hello." Zhang Jue said with a smile, "Should I call you Grandpa, or Will Smith?"

I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Chapter 161

34 Minetta Street B&B.

Zhang Jue sat opposite Will Smith, who had resumed his normal attire.

Smith watched him warily.

Zhang Jue, on the other hand, looked at the place where he was staying.

This is a small five-storey building. When he first came up, he had carefully inspected it. There was no one living below. I don't know how Smith found it.

"How do you know it was me?"

Looking at each other for a moment, Smith asked, he thought his camouflage skills were not bad.

However, Zhang Jue didn't think so.

"The level of your disguise is too low. You want to use your lameness to cover up the injury on your leg, and you try to use the smell of alcohol to cover up the smell of blood on your body. This is a very failed approach. For professionals, the smell of blood It's really... um~ so unique, even if you have shit all over your body, I can tell it."

……

Will Smith really wants to say, even if I die, I won't do that.

Zhang Jue smiled: "And as soon as the police came, you left immediately, because you didn't want to make a statement, which would expose your identity. As for why you took the risk to go to that bank, it should be because you wanted to take the money you left for Simmons Something—if I'm not mistaken, it's money, right?"

Zhang Jue said a lot, which was basically true, but what made Smith more concerned was that Zhang Jue mentioned his friend.

"You know Simmons?" Smith asked.

"Yes, my name is Zhang Jue. I'm Simmons' colleague and a good friend." Zhang Jue said, "So it's about your friend, isn't it?"

Smith frowned: "Why did you come to me, you should know that I am in a very dangerous situation now."

Zhang Jue leaned on the back of the chair, crossed his legs, and took a rest.

"Would you believe me if I said that I was here to help you out of danger?"

Zhang Jue's appearance was mysterious and unpredictable, and Smith couldn't see his depth.

But Smith knew that this young man was no ordinary person.

In the bank, he made three strikes, five cuts and two, and solved all the robbers with his bare hands.

The technique is clean and neat, even Smith at his peak cannot do it.

Of course, if it is in the jungle, it is another matter.

"So, come with me, I promise to take you to a safe place, and no one will hurt you." Zhang Jue followed the temptation.

Smith snorted: "Even if I believe you, do you have the ability?"

Smith knew that those who chased and killed him had deep backgrounds, and ordinary people couldn't stand it at all. Even DuPont couldn't protect him.

In other words, there is no room for him in the entire Mei country.

Zhang Jue was about to say something, but suddenly stopped.

Smith saw his ears move.

"Someone came up, two in the front and four in the back." Zhang Jue said, "I don't think they are your friends."

This is nonsense.

Smith frowned slightly.

Those people must have come to the door again, really haunted.

He is now hurting his right foot and can't use it at all.

He limped to his bedside, took out the pistol that had followed him for many years, walked to the side of the window, and looked down at the street below through the gap in the curtains.

"You still have time to leave now. Those robbers are not at the same level as these people. If you don't want to die, you'd better leave here immediately—"

Before Smith could finish his sentence, there were only two bangs, and Zhang Jue had already thrown the two of them in front of him.

Smith froze for a moment.

Can't understand what's going on.

Zhang Jue clapped his hands: "Only two were caught, and those four ran too fast. This kind of person is too sensitive to danger. Pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger doesn't work at all. Next time, try to find a woman dressed as a woman, maybe can seduce them."

???

Smith had question marks all over his face.

He just took a gun, and the other party has already arrested him?

He looked at Zhang Jue in horror.

Who is this he|mother?

Zhang Jue waved his hand: "Don't look at me with such eyes. There are only zero and countless times in women's clothing. I will not sell my body|body."

Smith didn't quite understand what Zhang Jue said.

He just looked at Zhang Jue.

In the next second, Zhang Jue kicked him aside.

Broken windows.

There was a bullet hole where he had been standing.

Zhang Jue looked into the distance from the broken window.

Smith was still in shock, and Zhang Jue murmured: "A distance of at least 1000 meters, a good gun."

Sharpshooter!

At this moment, Zhang Jue was standing in front of the window, completely exposed to the enemy's sight.

Smith wanted to remind him, but he probably would never forget the next scene in his life.

A javelin appeared out of thin air in Zhang Jue's hand.

He took a few steps back in the room, took a run-up, and then held the javelin out in a very extreme posture.

The javelin pierced the glass, making a perfect arc through the air before disappearing from view.

Zhang Jue looked at the direction where the javelin was flying out, and clapped his hands after a minute: "After practice, I am sure I am more accurate this time, it is done."

According to what he meant, he held the javelin 1000 meters away and hit the sniper?