I’m In Charge of SCP

Zhang Jue opened his eyes, only to see those passengers who had disappeared, including all the crew members, reappear before his eyes. They were standing in their respective seats with vacant eyes, surrounding him in the center. It was like a zombie in a horror movie.

What the hell is going on here? A live-action of the Great Transformation? Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes.

Needless to say, these people should have been controlled by some means. It was 1:30 in the morning, and in the closed cabin, the bizarre passengers looked very scary. Anyone else with fewer guts here would have pissed their pants the moment they saw them.

But unfortunately, they were facing Zhang Jue, the Zhang Jue who would not be afraid. These fancy things look very cool, but to him, they are useless. The natural magic immunity physique, combined with the effect of ignoring fear, gave Zhang Jue a huge advantage against these kinds of things.

Against Zhang Jue, one must use destructive physical means of attacking to do so. Otherwise, one could not even break his defense. Zhang Jue was thinking about how to deal with these people, yet they acted one step ahead of him. A gun suddenly appeared out of thin air in everyone's hands.

Crap? How could this happen? Was it really magic?

Zhang Jue didn't have time to curse. He leaped up and jumped backward out of their sight because everyone had already pointed their guns at him.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!

The gunshots continued one after another. Zhang Jue hid behind a chair, only to be quickly shot through, and he took two shots himself. If he didn't have the ability to heal himself, the game would have been over by now.

It was clear that the person who wanted to kill him knew where his soft spot was. He, like Able, had some resistance to these physical kills, but in front of absolute numbers, his self-healing ability would be somewhat inadequate. However, after this moment, he also discovered the weaknesses of these people.

Because they were controlled, the movements they made were mechanical and very slow, and as long as he maintained a certain speed of dodging and turning, their guns could not keep up with him.

He came up behind one man and tried to wake him up, but the others' guns were already there before he could make any moves. Zhang Jue leaped to escape, but his companion's gun sieved the man. These men had lost their minds, and nothing seemed to matter but killing Zhang Jue. This won't work.

After all, there was limited space in the passenger cabin, and Zhang Jue had already lost several passengers to their own guns as he fled. Although Zhang Jue wasn't sad, it would be more than a little unpleasant to have so many people die because of him. He decided that he would save as many as he could.

"The tiger send a cat? you think I'm critically ill?!" Zhang Jue shouted a line from I don't know how many years ago, stepped on a chair back, and took off into the air. His head was only a few centimeters away from the top of the cabin. Seeing Zhang Jue jump into the air, all the passengers under control raised their hands and pointed the guns in their hands at him.

Zhang Jue snorted coldly. This was the moment he had been waiting for. Zhang Jue held his right hand in an empty grip, and a long black sword appeared in his hand out of thin air. A skill he had learned from Able, which allowed him to manifest weapons anywhere, anytime.

It seemed that he could summon all the legendary artifacts, and during his experiments, he had successfully summoned a Thor's Hammer. But, like Able, Zhang Jue still liked this long black sword best, probably some kind of manly romance.

But It was too late. Zhang Jue did a 360-degree turn in the air with the black sword in his hand. The sword swung and slashed all over the men's fingers or wrists.

Crackle

Their hands were injured and couldn't hold such heavy firearms, and one by one, the pistols fell off in response to the sound.

A few even had their hands cut off directly, blood splattering everywhere, and if they weren't bandaged in time. They would die from blood loss, but Zhang Jue didn't care about them at all.

First of all, he didn't have the ability to do something similar. Secondly, he had no such obligation either, and most importantly, so far, the man behind the curtain hadn't shown himself. He must be inside the cabin.

Zhang Jue was thinking. Suddenly, the cabin's doors opened. A man with blond hair stepped out from inside.

Clap, clap, clap, clap. He applauded as he said, "Not bad for you, Advisor Zhang Jue." After the blond-haired man showed up, the cold hairs on Zhang Jue's body stood up.

He could feel that the enemy was strong, very strong. Strong enough to make him think that the odds were that he was going to be put down here. Now that he thinks about it, the reason the enemy chose to do it on the plane was to give him nowhere to run to.

"Advisor Zhang, what are your last words?" The blond man asked.

"Let's see-" Zhang Jue said, "Can I know who's trying to kill me?"

The blond man shook his head, "No."

"Ah, I guess no one hates me that much anyway. Except for the Chaos Insurgency, those assholes!" Zhang Jue said as he paid attention to the blond man's expression. Sure enough, although the other man's expression was unbroken, the flickering of his eyes told Zhang Jue that he had guessed correctly.

"Well, time is running out, Advisor Zhang Jue. It's time for you to be on your way." The blond man said.

Zhang Jue held the long black sword in his hand across his body and stood at him. It was most important not to be impatient when fighting a strong man, and attacking without knowing their capabilities would easily leave a weak spot and ruin all your efforts. Therefore, Zhang Jue chose to attack later.

He wanted to see what the enemy was capable of.

The blond man knew Zhang Jue's tactics and smiled faintly, "Advisor Zhang Jue, the difference in our strength is no longer something that can be reversed by tactics. Less struggle will lead to less pain."

"Who knows?" Zhang Jue grunted.

The blond man knew Zhang Jue's modus operandi well enough to know that more words would be useless. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the market. Not only that, a gun appeared in their hands. They held two guns in their hands and faced Zhang Jue again.

What the fuck?

Zhang Jue did not even have time to say a word before he was wounded in the shoulder by a shot. After being "revived" by the blond man, the passengers were also much faster.

In the small space, Zhang Jue kept circling them, but he was immediately forced to a dead end this time. Zhang Jue clenched his fist slightly, and it looked like it was time to use that move. Zhang Jue suddenly disappeared into thin air as the last shot came towards his head.

"Hmm?" The blond man froze. Then he felt a chill in his chest. Zhang Jue had appeared behind him at some point and pierced the sword through his heart.

Zhang Jue maintained the stance of his sword and said behind him, "Oh brother, who exactly is hanging by a thread with who's strength? Now you know."

The blond man did not die immediately after being pierced through the heart with a sword. He turned back slightly and looked at Zhang Jue.

"Advisor Zhang, you do have many powerful abilities. You have a powerful ability to heal yourself. You have the ability to make freeze people, the ability to make people feel fear, and the ability to nullify people's abilities."

"You are very powerful, but you should know that in this world, there are many powerful people too." The blond man smiled faintly and suddenly appeared behind Zhang Jue.

He smiled grimly and said, "Advisor Zhang, take a good look. Did you really stab me?"

At the blond man's reminder, Zhang Jue slowly looked down, and to his surprise, he found that the long black sword in his hand had actually plunged into his heart.