I’m In Charge of SCP

When he got closer, Zhang Jue realized that it was a church.

A beam of light radiated from the church and shot straight into the sky.

It is as if the spotlight on the stage locks the position of the church.

The aperture faintly emitted red light, and Zhang Jue had a bad premonition.

He came to the outside of the church in the dark, lay on the roof of a private house and looked down.

Dozens of heavily armed soldiers surrounded the church.

Each has a submachine gun.

Several teams were patrolling around the church.

Don't know what's going on inside.

Inexplicably, Zhang Jue recalled that Zhuge Liang died in Wuzhangyuan and set up a seven-star lantern to borrow his life from the sky, which is probably the same situation.

I just don't know what the people inside are doing.

Zhang Jue was very curious.

He wanted to find a chance to touch it.

But there were so many people on the other side that they almost surrounded the entire church, and he couldn't find a chance to get in at all.

It's not impossible to force your way in, but with so many people, it may take some time to pack up, fearing that the people inside will be alarmed.

Zhang Jue was debating whether to force his way into the village or sneak into the village, when suddenly a hand was placed on his shoulder, which scared him into a wit.

"Consultant Zhang." Smith touched behind him at some point, presumably attracted by this soaring beam of light.

"My Cao, how did you find me?" Zhang Jue complained.

Smith said: "When I was in Africa, I did most of this kind of thing. I just had some experience. Consultant Zhang, your current position is actually not very good, and anyone who is interested can see it at a glance."

When it comes to combat, Smith is indeed an expert.

Zhang Juekong has a whole body of theory, but he can't practice it, so he is naturally inferior to him.

Zhang Jue nodded and pointed to the church: "In your opinion, how can we go in?"

"Certainly not now." Smith said, "I observed their arrangement just now, and there are no loopholes. It is obvious that there is a high-level command. The church itself is not big, and we can only wait for them to relax themselves."

"We don't have time to wait." Zhang Jue frowned, "I don't know what the people inside are up to. If we go late, I'm afraid we won't be able to keep up with the hot ones—bad shit, it seems We can only force our way in."

Listening to Zhang Jue's words, Smith always had the urge to complain.

He shook his head: "Actually, it's not necessarily true. If Consultant Zhang just wants to get in without anyone noticing, I have a way."

"What?"

"I'll be the bait to lure them away. As long as half of the people on guard outside are transferred away, with the ability of Advisor Zhang, it's like entering a land of no one."

It's good to have a right-hand assistant.

Zhang Jue thought about it, but there was no other way.

He nodded: "Then be careful."

Smith made an ok gesture,

Turn around and disappear into the night.

Zhang Jue continued to lie on the roof of the house, waiting for Smith's action.

Five minutes passed.

It was still quiet all around.

Suddenly, there was a violent explosion from the other side of the church.

With a bang, a private house was blown up.

Looking at the huge fireball, Zhang Jue guessed that Smith should have detonated a gas tank or something.

The explosion was not far from the church, and the flames lit up the sky.

It complements the red beam of light here.

The church guards looked at each other.

Zhang Jue saw several captain-like people whispering together, and then separated a small team to check the situation.

This strategy of diverting the tiger away from the mountain seems to have been unsuccessful, and only one team was transferred away.

But Zhang Jue was not in a hurry, he continued to lie on the roof of the house, waiting quietly.

Sure enough, two minutes later, the sound of fighting came, and a dozen submachine guns could be heard firing together.

What Smith held in his hand was the scp-127 given to him by Zhang Jue, which was extremely powerful.

Each bullet is like a small rocket.

Soon, a small team was annihilated by him alone.

The garrison outside the church heard that the gunshots stopped, and knew that something was wrong. This time, they separated into three teams and went to the exploded house.

Zhang Jue saw from a height that Smith had evacuated to the rear.

Without further ado.

Zhang Jue jumped and jumped directly from the roof of the private house.

When the attention of the defenders was attracted by Smith, he sneaked into the not-so-big church.

When Zhang Jue came to the church, his whole body was bathed in that eerie red light.

At that moment, he felt as if he had entered a certain medium.

Slightly thicker than air.

Zhang Jue squeezed his fingers, which seemed to feel sticky.

He didn't know what it was, but it certainly wasn't something good.

He climbed all the way up to the top of the church.

Then I found a skylight and climbed in.

Entering the interior of the church, he found that the viscous substance became more concentrated, as if bathed in a blood mist.

He felt a little sluggish in his movements and thinking.

There are some mysterious symbols painted on many walls in the church, all written in blood, which seem to be some kind of spell.

He tiptoed toward the chapel in the center of the church.

But the closer he got to the center of the church, the more obvious the feeling of sluggish thinking became, and he couldn't even concentrate.

He quickly summoned the dragon crystal and held it in his hand, only then did he feel a trace of clarity.

What a powerful formation.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes.

Now he was almost certain that this place should be some kind of sacrificial ceremony arranged by the enemy.

No wonder there are so many defense forces outside, but inside the church, not even a living person can be seen.

Under the protection of Longjing, Zhang Jue finally arrived at the center of the entire church - the worship room step by step.

According to the custom, every Sunday, people will put down their work and come here to pray devoutly.

But at this time, the worship room has completely changed.

The entire room was emptied, and the tables, chairs and benches had long since disappeared. On the ground, there were two concentric circles drawn with blood.

There are more spells painted on the surrounding walls that Zhang Jue can't understand.

A dozen or so crosses stood crookedly in the center of the room.

A person is tied to each cross.

Without exception, all of them were wearing white coats.

Obviously, they were all medical staff from that hospital, yet they were all arrested here.

Those medical staff had dull expressions and stared straight ahead, as if they had completely lost themselves.

Needless to say, it was naturally the formation here that made a mess.

If it wasn't for Zhang Jue's magic weapon like Dragon Crystal, he might have been caught in the same trick.

He hid in a corner and searched carefully. After a while, he clenched his hands slightly.

Because he found the person he was looking for—Yang Xue—and was tied to the biggest cross in the innermost part.

And there is the center of the entire formation.

Yang Xue stared at him blankly, her eyes were filled with confusion, she had already become a puppet.