I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

There is no falsehood under the reputation.

Boronat has a fierce reputation and is extremely powerful.

He captured Ma Kefu in front of the guards of the Broken God Cult, and captured the thief first.

No wonder he dared to replace Fulvio to participate in this negotiation.

But the situation is different from what he imagined.

Neither Makever himself nor the guards behind him panicked at all.

Boronat noticed something was wrong and frowned slightly.

The old man showed a strange smile.

"shooting."

Before he finished speaking, more than a dozen members of the guard behind him pulled the trigger on him and Boronat together.

Tongues of flame gushed out.

Because Ma Kefu stood in front of Boronat, most of the bullets hit him first, making the sound of crackling metal collisions, and sparks splashed everywhere.

Zhang Jue watched from the side, and then realized that the muscles and bones under the old man's skin had been completely replaced by machines, and he was not afraid of these guns at all.

It was wishful thinking that Boronat wanted to pinch his neck.

Boronat used Makefer as a shield, but was still shot several times in the leg, bleeding profusely.

With a loud shout, he threw Ma Kefu forcefully towards the members of the guards, knocking over several of them.

Taking advantage of this gap, he took out a token-like jade from his pocket, gritted his teeth, and crushed it in his hand.

The moment the jade shattered, a pillar of energy dropped from the sky, pierced into the deep sea, passed through the space enclosed by the submarine, and landed on Boronat's body.

Boronat disappeared in an instant.

In the next second, his body appeared on a ship a few kilometers away.

This is the GOC's fleet, where he located the Jade.

"General, you are back!"

A GOC staff waited here early in order to be able to meet him in the first place.

Regardless of his own wounds, Boronat shouted in a deep voice: "Order all the submarines to dive and search in the direction of ten o'clock!"

The staff member stood upright and said, "Yes!"

At the same time, inside the cabin.

Zhang Jue clapped his hands.

"Bishop Makeover, you are well prepared, it really opened my eyes."

Ma Kefu's clothes and skin were smashed, and the mechanical parts inside his body were completely exposed. At this moment, he was no longer the grandfather next door, but more like the Terminator in the movie.

With a gloomy face, he said: "Consultant Zhang, I still say the same thing, as long as you hand over the things, the Cult of the Broken God will not make things difficult for you, but if you don't cooperate—unless you have the same ability as Boronat Otherwise, there is only a dead end!"

Having said that, it is necessary to go to war.

Zhang Jue stood up, took off his clothes, and threw them to Hansen behind him.

He rubbed his wrist and clicked a few joints.

"Counting it all together, I've been using my brain recently. It's been a long time since I've had a fight. Since you're looking for death, don't blame me—old man, how many people are on your boat, let's go together, I'm very busy—"

I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Chapter 243 I know

10 minutes later, Makefer slumped on a chair, looking at the young man in front of him in horror.

The combat power shown by Zhang Jue completely exceeded his expectations.

Zhang Jue is an oriental, and compared with Westerners, his frame is smaller.

And his position in the foundation is a consultant, so Markfer naturally regards him as a civil servant.

At most, it is the smarter civilian staff.

After living for so many years, he has seen many such people.

Young and arrogant.

I thought I was so great, but in fact I just happened to solve some simple things.

It's not that such people have never appeared before, and there are quite a few of them.

But usually, their lives are not very long.

There are too many unknowns in this world. If a person is too conceited, he may not even know how to die.

Makefer always thought that he had a good eye for seeing people, and he never missed it.

But Zhang Jue broke his cognition.

In order to ensure the smooth progress of the operation, four assault teams were arranged on the entire ship.

Two of the teams even carried heavy weapons, including heavy machine guns and portable rocket launchers.

These are all used against Boronat.

Boronat escaped immediately, and Ma Kefu was not surprised.

After all, this is his home field.

No matter how powerful your own strength is, you can still defeat a hundred with one enemy.

And this young man named Zhang Jue told him with practical actions what it means to fight one against a hundred.

He didn't attack himself first like Boronat did, but with a leisurely attitude, he knocked down everyone present who tried to resist.

The four assault teams did nothing but delay him for a while.

Ordinary firearms had no effect on him, and those bulky rocket launchers, except for blowing out a few holes in the cabin, didn't even touch his hair.

What made Ma Kefu feel desperate was that Zhang Jue didn't even leave the room during the whole process.

He has a completely playful attitude, and treats this battle with a sense of contentment.

It seems like he said it.

It's just that the brain is moving a lot, and I want to exercise my muscles and bones, that's all.

At this moment, Ma Kefu finally realized the reality - if Zhang Jue wanted to kill people, there might not be a single person left alive on the entire ship.

The four teams are just a joke to him.

"Okay, stop it." Ma Kefu said to the team members who were still trying to resist.

After the order was issued, everyone was relieved.

In fact, everyone knows that.

The strength gap between the two sides is too great, and it seems that they are still struggling at the moment, but if the person on the opposite side wants to end the battle, the person here may not last for a minute.

And the reason why there was no massacre was probably because the opponent hadn't played enough.

It's like cat and mouse.

But the results are already evident.

Dozens of commandos all retreated behind Ma Kefu.

The two sides returned to the situation of confrontation again.

However, whether it is the spirit or the state, there is a world of difference compared with before.

Although the ship seems to be still under the control of the Cult of the Broken God at this time, as long as Zhang Jue thinks, the ship will immediately change its surname to Zhang.

The position of host and guest has been completely reversed.

Zhang Jue took the clothes from Hansen, put them on his body, and sat on the chair before, smiling at Mark Fu.

"Why, old man, the outcome is not yet decided."

Makever shook his head and sighed: "Although the old man doesn't know how to fight, he still has some vision. Consultant Zhang doesn't need to ask questions knowingly."

Zhang Jue nodded. Since the old man can recognize the situation on the field, it will save him a lot of talking.

Ma Kefu said: "Consultant Zhang spared the lives of the people on the boat and did not kill them. The old man thanked them in advance. If you have any requests, you can ask them now. I can make the decision and I will agree. "

I have to say that Ma Kefu is quite good.

He made the first move here, and hadn't hit anyone else yet, so Zhang Jue had a plan to keep him alive.

This is actually equivalent to a disguised transaction, but both parties are aware of it and have not put the bloody facts on the table.

"Old man, since you said that, then I will be disrespectful." Zhang Jue rubbed his hands together, "Show me the document in your hand first."

What Zhang Jue was referring to was the share that Ma Kefu gave out at the beginning of the negotiation.

It records the production method and control method of SCP-217 (mechanical virus).

This is also the main means by which the Church of the Broken God threatens the SCP Foundation and the GOC.

Makefer hesitated for a moment, because this item was too important, but if he didn't give it to him, Zhang Jue couldn't stop him from snatching it.

So Ma Kefu sighed and took out the file.

Hansen stepped forward to take it and handed it to Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue opened the file, glanced at it casually, and put it into his own different space.

He has no conditions to verify the authenticity of this thing now, nor does he need to.

This thing is not very useful to him, but it is of great significance to the foundation, so he plans to sell it for a price, and buy some good things from the foundation after he goes back - dozens of sets of equipment for the MTF team, plus a few SCPs Project, not too much.

"Besides that, I have another question." Zhang Jue looked at Ma Kefu, "You Broken God Sect, you have spent so much time and effort, even tearing your face off with the Foundation and the GOC, what is it for? ?”

Hearing Zhang Jue's question about this matter, Ma Kefu showed embarrassment.

Because this involves the deepest secrets of the Cult of the Broken God, and even the foundation of the Cult of the Broken God's existence.

"I'm sorry, Consultant Zhang, even if you kill us all, I can't answer this question for you."

Makefer raised his head and raised his arms.

"God will be complete."

He chanted softly, then retracted his arms, crossed them on his chest, with a devout face.

The commandos behind him did the same: "God will be complete."

Mark Fu even gave 217's information, but refused to answer this question. He was indeed loyal to the Broken God Cult.

It seems that even if he is killed, he will not get any useful news.

Just as Zhang Jue was about to speak, the phone in his pocket rang again untimely.

It's Smith's number.

Zhang Jue pressed the answer button.

Smith knew what he was going to negotiate, and calling at this time must have found something important.

Sure enough, after the call was connected, Zhang Jue heard a very heavy panting from the other side.

Apparently Smith was seriously injured.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Jue asked with a frown.

"Consultant Zhang, I'm fine, you listen to me first." Smith coughed a few times, "We have made a very important discovery here."

The call didn't take long, and Zhang Jue hung up the phone after 5 minutes, then fell into deep thought.

Makever watched him the whole time.

He found that after answering the call, the aura emanating from Zhang Jue changed completely.

If he was a cynical second-generation ancestor just now, he has now become a mature and prudent schemer.

Two completely different roles can be seamlessly switched in him.