Chapter 224
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"Mr. Zhang, long time no see."
When Zhang Jue entered the room, the person sitting on the sofa smiled.
When Zhang Jue saw the face, he was stunned. "Smith?"
"It's me." Old Will Smith nodded, stood up, and bowed deeply to Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue was overjoyed. He quickly went around the sofa to help him up and looked at him up and down.
"Are your injuries healed?"
Old Smith nodded. "It's not completely healed, but it's fine."
Not only was it fine, he could even sneak into a place like the Golden Foundation's website. He was comparable to some trained special forces.
A few months ago, Old Smith came out of SCP-1351 (Mobius Cave). Although he saved his life, he was seriously injured.
He and Smith planned to capture him, and they recognized each other.
Because of the end of the world, Old Smith no longer trusted the Golden Foundation.
Therefore, Zhang Jue found a place for him to stay and let him slowly recover.
He wanted to go to site19 to get a few pieces of SCP-500 (Panacea) for him, but at the time, Zhang Jue rode 682 everywhere to cause trouble. Because of the lack of time, Zhang Jue didn't find it. This had always been a regret of Zhang Jue.
He didn't expect him to recover on his own.
And looking at his expression, it wouldn't be long before he fully recovered. This was a pleasant surprise.
Zhang Jue was now the head of the Antimeme Department, but he didn't have a single person under him.
Now that Old Smith had recovered, he only needed to wait for the young Smith to come back from his mission. Then he would have a team.
Since Old Smith was here, Zhang Jue wasn't sleepy anymore. He opened a bottle of red wine he plundered from Yang Wenbai. He didn't care if Old Smith could drink it or not, he poured it for him first.
"Did you come here directly after you recovered?"
"No, before I came here, I went to other places."
"Is there a problem with your identity?"
"I have a forged certificate from the foundation. It can be used in this world."
"Oh, that's not bad."
The two chatted for a while before Old Smith's eyes suddenly became serious.
"Mr. Zhang, there's something I need to tell you."
Zhang Jue took a sip of wine. "There's no need to stand on ceremony between us."
Old Smith nodded with a forlorn expression. "It seems that something is about to happen to this world."
Zhang Jue looked at him. "Why do you say that?"
"Over the past few months, I've been to South America, Africa, Mexico, Siberia, and other places. I've found many strange things happening. Ordinary people might not know, but I can feel that it must be caused by some SCP project. There are also some stations that have failed to accommodate people. Although this is normal, it gives me the feeling that similar things are happening more and more frequently. "
Old Smith had a serious expression on his face. As someone who had lived two lives, he had his own sources of information regarding such matters.
One city and one city might not be a big deal, but if all the SCP projects in the world entered an active period, it was definitely not a good thing for humanity.
Zhang Jue nodded.
He thought about what had happened recently.
Even the Church of the Broken God had begun to become active. Obviously, it was one of them.
The three-year period wasn't up yet, but the world seemed to be rehearsing for the impending disaster, ready to welcome it at any time.
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