Who Fell for Who's Plan

Zhang Jue just wanted to go there and get her off. A conversation can be heard in the corridor. Zhang Jue thought for a moment, then hid in the corner without making a sound.

"Mr. Vaughn, we've caught all the staff of that hospital. I briefly asked around and didn't get any useful information."

"Heh, classic Foundation behavior. They obviously keep everything secret, and there are a whole lot of people willing to work for them."

"The Foundation's employees are crazy."

"But we the Insurgent are not like them."

Zhang Jue heard their conversation word for word. He was not surprised as to who might be behind it. To be able to send out so many people to deal with the Foundation, it was, of course, the Chaos Insurgency.

Under the red light, a young man in a suit walked in, the same one who had walked out of the O5-5 chamber. He was followed by a short man who was only about one meter tall. It looks like the person who laid this formation is actually a midget, a rare sight to see.

He walked into the room and saw those people tied to the cross. The man in the suit could not help but let out a sigh.

"Father Worsley, do you have any special fetish to make them like this?"

"Mr. Vaughn is joking." The midget said respectfully, "This is the only way can the formation be at its most effective state and know that their subjective consciousness has been temporarily erased by me. They will do anything even if you tell them to commit suicide."

"So that's how it is." The man in the suit laughed.

The midget pointed at Yang Xue, "She is the General Manager of this hospital. If you have any questions, feel free to ask her. I'll be on my way."

After saying that, the midget left the room, closing the door with his hand. Probably because he was afraid of hearing something that he shouldn't hear, the man in the suit walked up to Yang Xue and looked her up and down once.

"What's your name?"

"Yang Xue."

Yang Xue's voice was a little dull, and her tone was flat, probably because she was controlled.

The man in the suit continued to ask, "What is your rank?"

"SCP Foundation Senior Researcher, Site 14's Deputy Director of Experiment. Area-1006 General Manager..."

"What is the purpose of the Foundation to establish Area-1006?"

"To save a patient..."

"What kind of patient?"

"His number is SCP-99999. I'm not sure of the exact identity..."

"Where is he now?"

"I don't know..."

As expected, just like the midget said, Yang Xue had completely lost consciousness, and no matter what the man in the suit asked, she would tell the truth without hesitation. But under the intentional control of Lei Shui, the information she knew was indeed not much.

While the man in the suit kept asking Yang Xue questions, Zhang Jue quietly slipped behind him from the periphery. From the attitude of the midget just now, this should be the big boss. If he could catch him, he might be able to get some information about the Insurgency.

Zhang Jue crept closer to the man in the suit, little by little. The man in the suit was oblivious, still asking Yang Xue questions that interested him. Unknowingly, Zhang Jue had arrived behind him. Zhang Jue's right hand was slightly raised, and compared to a hand knife, as long as he knocked it down, he would pass out.

However, Zhang Jue found that the air around him suddenly became abnormally sticky, as if he had fallen into a mass of slime, and it took a great deal of effort to move even a little. The man in the suit turned back to Zhang Jue and looked at him with a cold smile.

"Hello, Advisor Zhang."

...

"Advisor Zhang, how are you?"

The man in the suit looked at Zhang Jue and smiled coldly. Looking at his expression, Zhang Jue knew that he had been trapped. But what concerned him more was something else.

"You know me?"

The man in the suit laughed, "The famous Zhang Jue. Advisor Zhang, how could I not know you? I've 'admired' you for a long time."

He spoke sarcastically, but Zhang Jue shook his head, "Hey, I told you before. Too much charm is a sin. There are dogs following you everywhere you go."

In terms of playing snarky, Zhang Jue was the best at it. The man in the suit gave a cold laugh and did not answer. At that moment, the midget pastor who had just gone out pushed his way in through the door.

"Mr. Vaughn, you have to understand that right now, Advisor Zhang cannot move his whole body but still can move his mouth. Soon, he will be listening to your words just like everyone else here."

As soon as the midget finished, Zhang Jue felt a tingling pain all over his body, as if the blood mist around him was drilling into his body through his pores. His consciousness began to blur.

The man in the suit said, "Advisor Zhang, this is an increased dose of 'Karema' prepared especially for you. Do you like it?"

"Not bad. It's a bit interesting." Zhang Jue forced himself to concentrate. "Before I am completely under your control, can I ask two questions?"

"Sure." The man in the suit was generous, "But it's my freedom to answer or not."

"The first question, did you set up this formation? Knowing that I would come for it, or was it just a precautionary measure?"

The man in the suit laughed, "Advisor Zhang, they say you are extremely smart and difficult to deal with, and it is my habit to never underestimate anyone. Let alone you, from the moment I entered this room, I knew someone was coming in, and as for who it was, I don't care."

"Oh, so that's how it is..."

Zhang Jue's body wobbled and swayed, and at this moment, he seemed to be very sleepy and could collapse at any moment. Seeing this scene, the midget pastor smiled faintly. In order to catch Zhang Jue, he deliberately increased the dose of Karema in the air. With the help of the formation, even if an elephant came, it would be instantly trapped.

"Second question." Zhang Jue covered his forehead and seemed to have reached his limit.

In the next second, he snapped open his eyes, pulled the man's collar in the suit with his left hand, and slammed his right fist on top of his nose.

"Little fuckhead, who the fuck gave you the confidence to think that this kind of thing can work on me?"

The man in the suit was dumbfounded by the blow. Zhang Jue hadn't taken the antidote, so why was he completely unaffected by the spell? The man in the suit knew that Zhang Jue was immune to the cognitohazards of SCP-053.

However, he thought that Karema plus the powerful spell formation would be enough to control Zhang Jue, but he did not expect that it would still not work. Zhang Jue's magic-free physique was powerful. Without SCP-343 (God) or SCP-701 (The Hanged King) kind of quasi-God-level power, ordinary mind control wouldn't affect him at all.

Zhang Jue dared to chase after the Chaos Insurgency's team alone because he had sufficient confidence in his own abilities. Otherwise, he would only be a deadweight—something he wouldn't do.

When he saw Zhang Jue's violent outburst, the midget pastor moved his legs and ran. Zhang Jue's left hand pulled the collar of the man in the suit, and his right hand transformed into a long, thin javelin and threw it at the fleeing midget. He was very good at this kind of work.

Just as the javelin was about to pierce the midget's undershirt, suddenly, it shattered by a bit. At the same time, the air around him began to condense.

Zhang Jue felt a powerful killing aura envelop him. The temperature around him seemed to have dropped.

The man in the suit in his hand said, "Advisor Zhang, I advise you to let me go immediately, or else."

Zhang Jue slammed his fist into his face, "Or else what, you motherfucker?"