Chapter 143
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"Left left left left — right right right — no, front front — do you not understand if I don't say Der, Jia, Wo, Yu?"
"Get off my back if you dare to nag again!"
"Sir 682, I'm sorry. You can go anywhere you want."
"Where is it?"
"Left —"
One man and one beast sped through the Euclid containment area of site 19.
Because the things contained here were not very dangerous, the underground defense was not very strong. At least, it was much easier to deal with than the two MTF teams above.
Sir 682 used its many years of experience fighting with the Golden Foundation and Zhang Jue's command. The two people (beast) were unstoppable.
Occasionally, when encountering unlucky security personnel, Zhang Jue would shout in advance, "Run, run, run, I'm riding a 'Tesla' -"
However, there were some who did not believe it. They thought that with 682's excellent performance, how could it not stop? It must be nonsense. In the end, they were all mercilessly killed by Sir 682.
No one knew what kind of deal Zhang Jue and Sir 682 made. They actually reached an agreement to mess around in site 19's containment area.
No one knew what their goal was or how it would end.
The only thing they knew was that this time, Zhang Jue would cross off an item from his list of "things a real man should do once in his life".
…
When the two MTF teams, T-Rex and Cobra, entered the Euclid containment area, it was already a mess.
Many of the security personnel on duty were missing limbs, but very few of them were directly killed.
No one knew if it had anything to do with Zhang Jue sitting on 682's back.
The two team leaders immediately evacuated all the staff members and began to set up surveillance.
According to the surveillance video, Consultant Zhang Jue and SCP682 were running around in various containment rooms.
Everywhere they went, SCP682 would use its body's characteristics to unlock the containment room's door — — either with violence or with intelligence.
Then, no matter what was inside, it would swallow it in one gulp.
Zhang Jue sat on 682's back, calm and unruffled. It was hard to say if he was the one who planned this.
However, the two MTF captains didn't believe that Zhang Jue could convince 682 to work for him.
No one knew better than them what kind of temper Sir 682 had.
That was not to be trifled with.
Ordinary people, not to mention asking it to do anything, just looking at it would scare them to the point of peeing their pants.
Even the researchers who had been studying Project 682 for a long time didn't want to stay with it for a long time, let alone ride on it.
No matter what Zhang Jue did.
The fact that he could make 682 listen to him was enough to shock most people, regardless of whether they liked him or not.
Tyrannosaurus Rex's captain looked at the containment room destroyed by Zhang Jue and 682 and said, "It feels like they are looking for something."
His vice-captain asked, "What is it?"
"Bullshit, how would I know?" He spat. "Inform Cobra to set up a defense in Y4. We'll chase them from here and try to block them there."
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"I have a 682, but I never ride it. One day, I rode it on a whim to steal chickens. I had a small leather whip in my hand, and I was feeling proud of it. I don't know why, but I was so handsome."
In a place where there was no one, Zhang Jue simply lay on 682's back and leisurely hummed a song.
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