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So Zhang Jue was recommended to solve this difficult problem with nothing in hand.

Apart from greeting the O5s and their families again, Zhang Jue could only think about how he should resolve this incident.

It would be boring if all the beauties in the world were turned into machines.

After all, people can't, at least they shouldn't.

Fortunately, the foundation did not really let Zhang Jue charge alone.

The next day, led by Hansen, Zhang Jue met another person in the coffee shop downstairs of the hotel.

"Hello, Consultant Zhang, my name is Fulvio, and I am the person in charge and commander of this operation of the Global Occult Coalition (GOC)." A man in his 30s smiled and held out his hand to him.

Zhang Jue looked up at him.

As a Caucasian, Fulvio has a high nose bridge and deep blue eyes, just like the foreign stars that those star-chaser girls love.

But Zhang Jue knew that to be able to occupy an important position in the GOC, this person was definitely not as harmless as he seemed.

Fulvio's smile appeared very sincere, but behind this sincerity, there must be more hypocrisy.

Zhang Jue reached out his hand symbolically and shook the other party.

The two sat down, and Hansen took his apprentice Kerr to guard the periphery.

Their level is not high enough to engage in such an important conversation.

After a short greeting, Fulvio spoke first.

"Consultant Zhang, I wonder if you have any good suggestions for this operation."

Zhang Jue looked at him: "Can I say no?"

"Of course." Fulvio also smiled. He picked up the coffee, shook it in front of his nose, smelled it, and seemed to enjoy it very much.

"Consultant Zhang, to tell you the truth, in fact, this matter was originally led by the GOC, but because several projects of the foundation were involved, it had to be redundant. If there is no objection from Consultant Zhang, then we will follow our own way is coming."

After Fulvio finished speaking, Zhang Jue realized that he seemed to have been tricked by the Foundation again.

He also wondered why the Broken God Cult made such a big move, but the GOC remained indifferent, allowing them to pose a threat to humans.

According to Fulvio, the co-author of the GOC has long wanted to take care of the Cult of the Broken God by himself, but it was the Foundation that was timid and held back.

But Zhang Jue didn't greet O5's family in his heart like before, after all, everyone knows what kind of urine the GOC is.

In terms of combat power, they are definitely not bad.

But when it comes to messing things up, they are definitely good at it.

If the foundation doesn't send people over to watch, their failure in action is a trivial matter, and if they really mess things up beyond clean up, then it's really too late to regret.

Thinking of this, Zhang Jue finally understood the mission assigned to him by the Foundation.

——All the matters of charge and attack are handed over to the GOC. He doesn't need to be on the front line at all, but he must act as the brain, restrict the GOC, and ensure that things are within a controllable range.

He even felt that the Foundation didn't care if the GOC was able to wipe out the Church of the Broken God.

As long as the Cult of the Broken God no longer poses a threat to humanity, that's enough.

After figuring this out, all the previous doubts suddenly became clear.

To say that these O5's brains are really good.

Zhang Jue itself is an uncontrollable factor, and GOC is an even bigger uncontrollable factor.

Using Zhang Jue to restrict the GOC is definitely a good way.

Of course, the premise is that he has that ability.

Seeing that Zhang Jue was silent, Fulvio continued: "Consultant Zhang, we have already obtained the location of the headquarters of the Cult of the Broken God. If you have no objections, we can issue a joint statement - the Foundation and the Global Occult Coalition jointly report to The Cog City, the headquarters of the Cult of the Broken God, launched an attack, and even if they are not sure of taking it for a while, at least they have no spare power to threaten the whole world."

The method proposed by Fulvio is very consistent with the GOC's consistent style, which is to use offense as defense and destroy the enemy.

This tactic is indeed quite good at certain times.

But at this moment, Zhang Jue disagreed.

Fulvio put the coffee in his hand on the table, turned his head and looked at Zhang Jue: "Consultant Zhang, it seems that you don't agree with my tactics."

"Ah, yes." Zhang Jue said lazily.

"why?"

Fulvio narrowed his eyes, sharp as a falcon.

"There are two reasons."

Zhang Jue showed two fingers.

"First, the Cult of the Broken God has survived tenaciously for so many years under the attack of the Foundation and the Cult of the Broken God. They must have their own trump cards. If they attack rashly, they may suffer losses."

Hearing what Zhang Jue said, Fulvio sneered and said, "Consultant Zhang, you don't need to rush to the front. What are you afraid of? The Broken God Sect has a hole card, so doesn't the Foundation have one? Doesn't the GOC have one? How could it be because This cringe!"

Zhang Jue snorted: "This is exactly the second point I want to say. If the three parties really fight with swords and guns, the Cult of the Broken God will definitely not be the opponent of the Foundation and the GOC. Their headquarters will be destroyed by then. , there is no way out, we can only put all our eggs in one basket, no one knows what consequences this will lead to. Commander Fulvio, can you take this responsibility?"

What Zhang Jue said was something Fulvio hadn't thought of before.

That's the style of the GOC after all.

Don't worry about anything, just do it first.

Fulvio thought about it, and it was indeed the truth.

This time, the actions of the Cult of the Broken God are obviously very different from the previous ones. They even do not hesitate to threaten all human beings, and they seem to be ready to fight with all their strength.

Fulvio looked at Zhang Jue: "Consultant Zhang, I heard that you are resourceful, so what do you say?"

"I'm resourceful? Who did you listen to? Let me tell you, he must have lied to you." Zhang Jue snorted, "I'm more than resourceful. Suave, talented and good-looking, better than Pan An, Pan Lang, Che Man, more talented than Pan Lang, rich in learning, rich in five cars, Yushu Linfeng, handsome and unrestrained—”

Zhang Jue talked a lot, like a mouthful, and smacked his lips at the end, as if he still had more to say.

It seemed that if it wasn't for lack of anger, he would be able to talk until tomorrow.

Fulvio could only understand a small part of it. He knew that Zhang Jue was bragging about himself. It was the first time he had seen such a shameless person when he grew up.

But Zhang Jue held his head high and held his chest high, quite complacently, as if he had the face of a villain.

The mission is the most important thing. As a last resort, Fulvio could only resist the disgusting impulse and asked: "Consultant Zhang, since you are so... then tell me, what should we do now."

"What should I do? Do you even need to ask?"

I saw Zhang Jue leaning back, leaning comfortably on the sofa, crossing his legs.

"Commander Fulvio, I suggest you read the ancient art of war and history. Usually when you encounter this kind of situation, there is a unified solution."

Fulvio frowned slightly: "What?"

The corners of Zhang Jue's mouth were slightly raised, and two syllables floated out of his mouth.

"negotiation."

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Chapter 239 The Negotiation Conspiracy

Three days had passed since the last time given by the Cult of the Broken God, and Zhang Jue finally got news from the foundation.

After communication, the Cult of the Broken God agreed to resolve the issue through negotiation, just one day later.

The location was notified by the Cult of the Broken God six hours before the negotiations began.

They did this probably because they were afraid that the Foundation and the GOC would set traps in advance.

City of Gears.

Fusa knocked on the door of the office, and saw that Buaro was still holding his hands behind his back, looking at the scenery outside through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

This action seems to have never changed.

"Sir, General Cantor is already waiting outside."

Buaro nodded: "I see, let him in."

Fusha hummed, but instead of leaving immediately to do things as usual, she looked at Buaro with inexplicable eyes.

Buaro is the supreme leader of the Cult of the Broken God, which is a very disrespectful behavior.

If it were a tyrant, Fusha would probably have been thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

But Buaro is not that kind of person, he always feels very gentlemanly and cultivated.

"What's the matter, Fusha, what else is there?" he asked.

Fusha hesitated for a moment, then bravely asked: "Mr. Buaro, I heard that you agreed to negotiate with the SCP Foundation."

It was this thing.

Buaro nodded.

"Yes, tomorrow."

"Why take this risk? Didn't you say that it is impossible for the foundation to agree to our conditions?" Fusha whispered, "Besides, we have no way out."

Buaro smiled.

Indeed, even a little girl like Fusha could see such a simple matter.

It is impossible for the foundation to agree to the conditions proposed by the church. They proposed negotiations only to delay time.

And the Church of the Broken God is even less likely to stop their plans at this time.

In this negotiation, both parties have a bottom line that cannot be crossed, so it is impossible to have any results.

"Yes, we have no way out, this plan must be successful, but the foundation doesn't know our determination." Buaro said, "They think that we still want to be the same as before, just to survive, to have more believers— I just want to use this negotiation to tell the SCP Foundation not to underestimate our determination."

Fusa didn't really understand Mr. Buaro's words.

But she still chose to believe in this lord.

Buaro just has a kind of magic that can make everyone obey him.

After Fusha exited the room, a tall and strong man walked in from the outside.

His left eye was replaced by a sniper scope, while his right arm was replaced by a heavy machine gun.

"Mr. Buaro, you are looking for me." He said in a deep voice.

"Yes, General Kantor." Buaro adjusted his glasses, walked back to the center of the room, and sat on the sofa. "Tomorrow is the day we negotiate with the foundation. I need to ask you to do some things."

Fighting against the Foundation and GOC for many years, the Church of the Broken God has its own armed forces.

With the merger of the three branches of the Church of the Broken God, the Church of the Cogs, and the Maxwellists, these armed forces all obeyed Buaro alone.

General Kanter is the person Buaro trusts the most. He usually does not go out to fight, but is responsible for the guard of Gear City.

Buaro recruited him this time because he obviously had a very important task.

Buaro pulled out a map.

"I will choose the location of the negotiation at the junction of the Atlantic Ocean and the Pacific Ocean. There are very strange ocean currents here, which can guarantee that the support forces of the Foundation and the GOC will not arrive so quickly. Tonight, you will ambush the team around here sea ​​area."

"The content of our negotiation this time is that the Foundation will hand over SCP-271, SCP629, and the captured Mirada, etc., and we will provide a method to contain SCP217 (the mechanical virus). In order to show sincerity, we will ask them to Bring SCP-271 over first, and as soon as the negotiators are sure things are okay, you attack."

General Cantor was stunned for a moment, and then realized that Mr. Buaro had no intention of negotiating with the Foundation at all, and he wanted to snatch things from the very beginning.

The negotiation site is set at sea, and there is nowhere to escape.

With mental arithmetic and unintentional, the success rate of this plan is not small.

General Kantor nodded, but he was concerned about another issue.

"My lord, what about SCP629 (Mr. Brass)? After the failure of Mirada's operation, the Foundation has transferred it from site 14, and we have not yet grasped its location."

Buaro pondered for a moment, and said: "SCP629 doesn't need you to think about it, I have other ways, you just need to complete your task."

"Yes!"

Since Buaro said so, General Kantor has no objection.

As soon as tomorrow comes, he will wipe out all the Foundation and GOC personnel who came to negotiate.

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Meanwhile, GOC forward command.