The Endless Shuttle

Zongman: Endless Shuttle Chapter 739

Kevin looked at Wingate and asked again.

"Aren't you going to tell me why you came to the Asian branch? With a comfortable life and high rights, you come to this place where even the coffee is so bad that you want to vomit."

Wingate Peaslee's eyes wandered, he stroked his beloved coffee cup and muttered.

"Actually, it's not that bad to drink..."

"OK."

Seeing that his old friend still did not intend to confess, Kevin also gave up asking questions as usual.

He took out a beautifully bound document from his wide pocket, and placed it on Wingate Peaslee's desk.

"What's this?"

"Your favorite 'new trouble'. "

Kevin said.

"You don't think I came here to watch you train people, do you? Thirteen hours ago, the headquarters just made the decision to transfer "SCP-682". By the time you sign, that lizard that refuses to see God will land on our property, and you should think about what to serve him—except your coffee. "

The old man's face changed color instantly.

Designated "SCP-682", Codenamed "Immortal Lizard", Object Class "Keter".

Its detailed information is too complicated. Simply put, it is a terrible lizard with the ability of "immortality" and "evolution", and has super hostility to human beings.

The Foundation had always wanted to terminate it, but had to put it on hold after numerous trials.

Because they can't kill "682" at all.

Apparently some bastard in Europe kicked the spiked ball into Wingate's hands after a containment breach or a massacre.

"...can I refuse to sign?"

"I'm afraid not." Kevin said, "The plane will arrive in 20 minutes. You'd better make a placement decision before then."

"The best place I can think of for SCP-682 is the home of the shit who made this decision!" Wingate said viciously.

"They must be happily deploying a nuclear strike against this place, and they are calling it "final protection". "

"I think so too."

Complaints are complaints, and SCP-682 cannot be kept on the island like this.

Wingate signed the document with his eyes closed, and quickly arranged for a shelter that met the requirements.

Kevin retracted the file.

"By the way, I need new researchers, especially those in the field of brain science. Wingate, help me apply to the upper echelons."

The old man was stunned for a moment, "If I remember correctly, our researchers should be full."

Kevin sighed, took off his glasses and wiped them.

"Just like D-class personnel, there will always be various accidents when doing this job..."

"But you just said that the project is very gentle?"

"This is the disadvantage of you always wiping the table with the project reports I gave you. They are gentler than "173", "096" and "106", but it doesn't mean they don't bite. "

"Great, turns out I've been drinking coffee in Hell. "

"No."

Kevin stood up and looked at his old friend.

"Believe me, our hell will start slowly after that big lizard from the sky lands. I really hope the foundation will give me enough security insurance money so that my family can become rich."

Hearing this, Wingate touched his chin.

"So, I haven't seen your wife for a long time..."

"Forty-two years." Kevin said: "The foundation you joined first, I was developed by you, and then I forbade my family from contacting you."

Wingate didn't answer, but looked up at the ceiling.

"Has it been so long? "Elena's Tender Night" just happened yesterday..."

Kevin was stunned for a moment, and after savoring what his old friend said, he raised his middle finger at Wingate regardless of his quality.

"Fuck you."

After Kevin left, Wingate laughed for a long time.

Chatting with his old friends is the last thing he enjoys in this boring institute.

It was another long wait. When Wingate estimated that Kevin had started to touch "SCP-682", a secretary opened the door and walked in.

"Director Peasley, Captain Robert's video has been recovered, do you want to watch it now?"

"Call another living captain to my office, he needs to see it too."

"yes."

Soon, the non-commissioned officer who had just been trained re-entered Wingate's office.

An LCD screen automatically lowered, and the last video of Robert appeared in the eyes of Wingate and the officer.

A young man with black hair and blue eyes, a girl with black hair and black eyes, two creatures that look like humans but are not human. Among them, the last lore move of the black-haired youth was not seen clearly until he was fully charged several times.

The sergeant frowned.

"Excuse me, sir. The physical quality of the pre-containment object is extremely exaggerated, and it has certain special abilities. If the missile is useless to him, it is impossible to complete the containment with our existing equipment. And in his protection The next "Lactavira"..."

"Hush."

Wingate interrupted the sergeant and stared straight at the screen.

"So it's you...ha, you're finally here... no wonder..." he murmured. "Since that summer morning in 1913, I have been waiting for you for too long... too long..."

"Sir?"

The sergeant looked at Wingate inexplicably.

The old man suddenly came back to his senses.

Wingate shook his head to indicate that he was fine, and then turned off the video.

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