Rebuild SCP to Save the World

"Just keep it outside."

"Yes, my lord."

Hei left the agent outside and put his hand on the handle.

Once again, this extremely technologically-contented door has no obstructions, let it enter in the dark.

The sound of opening the door attracted Dylan's attention.

Dylan, who was facing the doorway, raised his head.

It seemed that the person who came in was someone who had never met before, and Dylan's first reaction was someone from the family.

Thinking of this, Dylan didn't stand up, just put down the things in his hands, and asked people coldly.

"who are you."

"It's not Rockefeller." Black seemed to know what Dylan was thinking. He didn't answer Dylan's question directly, but solved Dylan's question.

"It's not Rockefeller... Wouldn't it be more dangerous, sir." Dylan lowered his eyes and asked very oppressively.

The hand seemed to be placed on one side naturally, but actually he had touched it. On the side of the sofa where he was sitting, there was a loaded pistol hidden there.

After passing silent biometric identification, Dylan held the pistol in his hand.

He didn't seem to see any movement of Dylan, and sat opposite Dylan.

"Artison, Black."

"Artison..." The name Dylan is not unfamiliar.

But Dylan still didn't let go of the hand holding the pistol.

"Attison, this name is so thunderous, and so is your name, Mr. Black. Before I ask you what you are looking for, I have a little question, Mr. Black."

"Please."

"How did you come here."

Dylan's hand, who asked this question, clenched the gun in his hand again.

"Actually, Mr. Dylan, you don't have to be so nervous. As for how I got in, it's better, Mr. Dylan, try calling your own intelligent assistant?"

Dylan frowned slightly when he heard this, but did what Hei said.

"Alina."

Dylan's call did get a response, but it was a male voice.

‘I’m sorry, Mr. Dylan, Alina has temporarily entered a dormant state. ’

"You can hack into the building's system!"

Hearing an unfamiliar voice, Dylan immediately understood what was going on.

But this is too outrageous. All systems in this building are among the top systems in the world. The difficulty of breaking it is meaningless to directly attack the super-national system.

"Who are you! No, what is Artison!"

But the fact was before Dylan's eyes, and he couldn't help but believe it.

Dylan's astonishment has not yet receded, but his good psychology has allowed him to calmly continue.

Dylan took back the hand holding the pistol. It is impossible for a person with such skills to come here unprepared.

Sure enough, the moment Dylan's hand left the pistol, the pistol was suddenly locked again by biometrics, and it was automatically hidden.

It was another naked show of strength. This room, or this building, was already under the control of the other party.

"Well, Mr. Black, can you explain your intentions, is it the eldest brother, the second brother, or someone else who asked you to come."

Hei smiled slightly: "No, Mr. Dylan, remember what I said? I have nothing to do with Rockefeller for the time being."

"temporarily....."

"Now, with you, Mr. Dylan, Attison hopes, seeking cooperation."

"Seek cooperation? If you want to come to Artisan's vast abilities, you will not fail to understand the situation where I am now."

Dylan laughed at himself.

And what Dylan said is really not wrong.

Just a month ago, Dylan was still Rockefeller's most beautiful heir. He was deeply loved by Rockefeller's contemporary patriarchs. He was outstanding in his ability and had an excellent reputation. At a young age, he had already made an indelible contribution to Rockefeller.

However, the Rockefeller family has no waste. Dylan is very powerful, but none of his opponents are fools. Moreover, these people all united and decided to kick Dylan out first.

"Yes, Mr. Dylan, I think we know it better than you."

"That's it, what do you think is the probability of me winning?"

"I think the results calculated by the machine are more reliable." The black voice just fell.

The voice of 001 spread throughout the room.

[Through comprehensive calculations, Dylan Rockefeller's ultimate chance of victory under extremely favorable conditions: 7.44%. 】

"Oh? There are a lot more."

Dylan didn't know why, the first time he was so gaffe today was in front of a stranger.

Perhaps it was the pressure from this period of time that made Dylan exhausted physically and mentally.

"My brothers were born earlier than me, so they have more resources. This is something I can never change."

"I agree, Mr. Dylan, but now you have us."

"You want to help me? Why?"

"This is Artison's choice. We believe in our own choice, which is best for us."

"It seems that you trust me more than I do."

"Of course, Mr. Dylan, haven't your talents been shown, and you are an excellent partner." Hei praised.

"Haha, thank you for your compliment! I also know Artison’s ability in finance, and now, your strength in the online world, but it is far from enough to deal with Rockefeller. Rockefeller’s huge size will make people desperate. of."

Dylan paced to the window and looked at the busy scene outside the window.

"Everything outside here is under Rockefeller's control."

"Not at all, Mr. Dylan." The black voice pulled Dylan back.

"Mr. Dylan, you are not an enemy of Rockefeller, nor are we. We are just asking him to change his master.

And..." Hei said, taking out a pistol from his waist.

Slowly put the silencer on the pistol.

"Mr. Black, what are you..."

"Next, Mr. Dylan is the world you have always known but never really touched."

Black removed the pistol's magazine and gave Dylan a look.

It was empty inside.

At this point, Dylan already had some guesses in his heart, it wouldn't be, something on the other side.

Hei buckled the empty magazine back to his pistol, and pointed his finger to the sofa aside.

Tilted his head to indicate whether Dylan can.

Dylan nodded in agreement with this trivial matter.

"puff!"

The first bullet was shot. There was no smoke coming out of the muzzle, there was no sign of recoil in the muzzle, and the black hand remained in place.

Dylan keenly discovered these details.

After that, Hei began to pull the trigger constantly, ten, twenty...

During this period, a contact was involved in Dylan's personal communication.

"Mr. Dylan! The elevator to the upper floors is locked, what should I do."

"No need to do anything."

"This......"

"No need to do anything!" Dylan repeated.

"Yes, Mr. Dylan."