Chapitre 162: Protector in the Dark
Philadelphia. The Kayak Hotel.
"So, now you can tell me? Who are you really?"
Smith looked at Zhang Jue. What Zhang Jue had just done had exceeded the realm of normality. Smith had only seen it in those superhero movies.
"My identity is, to put it mildly, rather complicated." Zhang Jue said, "Smith, you have lived for so many years. Have you heard or encountered any strange things, such as UFOs, the crop circle, superpowered people, prehistoric monsters, or some myths and legends. Demons, God, the end of the world, or whatever. "
Smith said, "It's just some unscrupulous media gimmick to get people's attention."
"Right." Zhang Jue nodded, "Ninety-eight percent of these things are man-made or fabricated, those unscrupulous media for clicks, traffic, and no end just to build hype. You don't know that there is another one percent that the government or other organizations have deliberately sent out for people to investigate and deliberately left some of it. So that the conspirator on the Internet can debunk it."
This is the first time Smith heard of this statement. He frowned and said, "Why would they do that?"
Zhang Jue lifted the glass of wine in front of him and took a sip. "Of course, it's to cover up that last one percent of the truth."
"What?" Smith was a bit taken aback, "You mean, some of those things are true?"
Zhang Jue nodded his head. Smith would have thought that Zhang Jue was one of those people who talked nonsense casually. But what he had just experienced told him that Zhang Jue indeed possessed abilities that were unmatched by ordinary people.
Smith said, "If what you said is true, then wouldn't humanity be living in constant danger?"
"Indeed." Zhang Jue nodded calmly.
"Humans have survived for 250,000 years by now, and only the last 4,000 years are meaningful. So what are we doing for the rest of the time? Those ancient myths and legends, demons and monsters. Are all of them false? When human beings were still not well fed and clothed, did they already have such a powerful imagination to believe in gods? Are all those novels about monsters and spirits really fabricated?"
Every time Zhang Jue asked a question, it would trigger Smith's way of thinking. Things that he used to take for granted before now seemed so believable, with so many explanations that didn't make sense.
"Could it be all of them were true?" Smith frowned, "Even without scientific proof."
"Science?" Zhang Jue laughed, "What do you think about our science? is it really science?"
Smith looked at Zhang Jue, completely unable to believe his words. Because this information was subversive to him. Smith was an atheist. He never believed in the existence of those things. He only believed in his own fists and the gun in his hands.
"According to you, if so many things are real and humans are weak. Won't they become extinct at any given time? Why do we still survive for so long?" Smith's reaction was the same as most people would react.
"There are two reasons." Zhang Jue said. "First, in your opinion 'for so long. A few thousand years, tens of thousands of years, Or even hundreds of thousands of years. For the entire universe, this amount of time is not even enough to blink an eye."
"Second, the reason why human beings have been able to survive and reproduce until now, the people who worked in the shadows are the ones responsible for it."
"What kind of people?"
"The SCP Foundation."
"SCP Foundation?"
"Yes, it's a Foundation. But not the kind of Foundation you think of normally. It's an independent organization located in various countries to contain the world's anomalies, events, individuals, etc., in order to prevent them from harming humanity. They are known to always Secure, Contain and Protect. They call themselves the SCP Foundation."
Smith looked bewildered, still in some disbelief, "All of those were true?"
"Of course." Zhang Jue nodded, "Simmons and I currently work there." Zhang Jue took out his SCP ID and handed it to Smith. It had the title of Special Advisor written on it in both Chinese and English.
Zhang Jue's credentials were specially made and were different from the traditional SCP credentials, making them even more extraordinary. Smith took it in his hand and studied it for a long time.
A look of disbelief can be seen all over his face. It was amazing that there could be such a group of people leading humanity in the darkness. He initially thought his life had been considered licking blood from the tip of a knife, but now it seemed even worse than a clown.
Seeing that he was still somewhat skeptical, Zhang Jue picked up the fruit knife on the table, placed his left hand on the table, and stabbed downward with force with his right hand. The blade instantly stabbed his palm right through.
Smith was shocked, "What are you doing?"
"Don't mind it."
Zhang Jue smiled, pulled the knife out, and showed his palm to Smith. Smith did not understand what it meant and froze. Then his pupils dilated slightly as he saw that the wound on Zhang Jue's palm had actually healed at a fast speed visible to the naked eye. It was the same self-healing ability that was common in many TV and movies!
No more words could be described what he had just seen. He pulled Zhang Jue's palm and studied it carefully, finding that there was not even a trace of blood left behind.
It was simply a miracle!
"You're okay, Advisor Zhang…?" At this point, Smith had already changed his way of calling him.
Zhang Jue smiled and pointed to the gun in Smith's hand, "If you still don't believe it, you can try it with that."
"No need, I believe you." Smith waved his hand, "But, Advisor Zhang. Why are you telling me this? If you say that the SCP Foundation has been silently protecting humanity secretly. Shouldn't these kinds of stuff be kept secret from the general public?"
"Generally speaking, it should be." Zhang Jue nodded, "But there are always exceptions."
Smith had thoroughly believed Zhang Jue's story by this point in the conversation. After all, he had seen it with his own eyes regarding what had just happened. Zhang Jue also deliberately left some time for him to digest the information dumped on him.
Smith suddenly spoke up five minutes later, "Advisor Zhang, I have an unpleasant request."
"Ah, go ahead." Zhang Jue wrapped his arms around him and crossed his legs.
Smith hesitated for a long time and said, "Can I... join that SCP Foundation you mentioned?"
Seeing that Smith had really taken the bait, Zhang Jue laughed in his heart.
"Hey, Smith, did you know that the Foundation's main mission is to save and protect mankind from those dangerous things? The requirements are very high for those who want to join. Although you have amazing skills and willpower, you have also worked as a mercenary and underground boxing, which is… even if you put on some effort. In the Chinese region, you won't be able to pass the selection."
"I know." Smith nodded. "SCP Foundation is for the continuation of humanity. We were meant to be dead for the greater good. I don't just want to be a maggot that only eats food. I also want to contribute a little bit of myself to humanity. Advisor Zhang, you and Simmons are useful instruments for humanity. But I can also fight it in my own way. There will always dangerous missions that I have to face, and that is the price I'm willing to pay for."
Smith spoke with great sincerity, and Zhang Jue's portrayal of the Foundation as a protector walking in the darkness really appealed to him. You can't deny that in this world, there are just so many people who have that kind heart and are willing to quietly die for them even though they won't even know you.
If the world is full of people like Zhang Jue, I'm afraid that the world couldn't even survive for a day.
According to the original process, I don't know how Smith joined the Foundation, but now, Zhang Jue has seized the opportunity. Smith knew relatively little about Zhang Jue. He thought that Zhang Jue, like the people of the SCP Foundation, to put their goal of humanity's safety first.
That was why he had gone out of his way to put his foot down and ask Zhang Jue to let him join. Zhang Jue pretended to hesitate and thought for a while. Finally, he revealed his foxtail.
"Smith, I'm a Special Advisor for the Foundation. It's not impossible for me to let you join the Foundation, but there must always be a justifiable reason for it. Over at the Chinese branch, it's called a pitch. You know, speaking of which. What exactly are those people after you for?"
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