The Endless Shuttle

The thunder roared, and the strong wind blew the trees on both sides of the road to the side. People hugged everything that could fix themselves, terrified by the mighty power of nature.

People didn't notice that the storm culprit at the end of the long street was walking slowly in the middle of the avenue where only cars could pass, with a smoke-like light wheel on his back.

Powerful "Military God of the East" - "Wild Boar"!

--boom!

The hell of the beast comes.

This time, the hapless pedestrians finally saw it, and let out the loudest screams of their lives. Regardless of the danger of being blown into the sky by the storm, they began to run wildly in all directions.

"——!"

The huge black wild boar roared upwards, and its fangs just went up and destroyed the buildings on both sides of the road. An abnormal blue flame was burning on its thick back, and the evaporating rainwater turned into rising pale white water vapor.

Rope ordered softly.

"Destroy it."

Unfortunately, what Wingate Peaslee said was true.

Starting from his sudden incident, the Demon King finally started the war with the SCP Foundation.

——

The time was pushed to half an hour ago.

In the underground guard room of the Constanta headquarters of the SCP Foundation, an old man in a neat suit is boredly looking at the delivered magazines.

Thanks to his identity, Wingate did not enjoy the deprivation of freedom such as handcuffs and shackles. The soldiers just installed a miniature bomb on his neck and a locator on his left foot-you know, this is nothing to a person who can't die.

Wingate hadn't had a bad few hours until the "O5 Council" issued the judgment notice.

Accompanied by the neat salute of the guarding soldiers, the door of the old man's room was opened.

Wingate glanced up, then sighed inwardly.

——Looks like this is the end of leisure.

Slowly pulling out the armchair and sitting in front of him was a white man with a ponytail and a white-based outfit, wearing a white wide-brimmed cowboy hat and holding a white cane with its handle carved into a wolf's head. Gate looks much younger.

Wingate put down the magazine in his hand and said with a smile.

"Mr. Cowboy, I didn't expect you to come. I thought that what was waiting for me was a cold announcement from the agent, which really flattered me..."

The man called "Cowboy" didn't seem to be as cheerful as Wingate, and his expression was a bit dull.

"...Pissley, how long has it been since we saw each other?" he asked.

"Ten years? Twenty years? What the hell, I've long forgotten about these boring things."

"Is it."

The cowboy looked at his wolf-headed cane.

"With your qualifications, even if you shoot civilians and create a large-scale riot for personal gain, you can be ignored. You were the most powerful candidate for the "O5" fifty years ago...if you didn't disdain the parliament so much. He looked at Wingate: "So, why do you, who are in such a unique position, commit the most serious betrayal of the Foundation?" "

"I'm just doing what I think is right."

"Your doomsday words again? There is no record in the "Book of Doomsday" in SCP-152. We have discussed it a long time ago, and finally concluded that the doomsday is just your imagination..."

"Are we going to waste our time on this crap?" Wingate sneered. Being refuted many times has long made him not want to make any explanation.

——Playing the piano to a cow.

Especially this kind of old-fashioned people whose thinking has been solidified by the existing world and a long time.

"You know, Peasley. If you don't tell the whereabouts of the three SCP objects, this kind of nonsense will continue thousands of times, and by then there will probably not be such a comfortable environment. I can intercede for you now If so, speak up."

The cowboy lowered his body and asked in a low voice.

"Where did you send those three SCPs, and who did you hand them over to?"

"How about we go straight to the last project?"

Wingate has lived for such a long time, he is used to the storm, and the cowboy's words can't shake him at all.

The cowboy shrugged and stood up.

"I'm really giving you a chance. Just because you can't die and have no family, doesn't mean that Dr. Hollard can't die and has no family. I'll give you another fifteen minutes to think it through. I hope to hear a lost confession from you, Peasley."

"You don't understand Kevin."

"Maybe I'll understand in a while."

The cowboy turned to leave.

At this moment, a strong shock broke out.

The ceiling kept falling dust, and the cowboy desperately leaned on his cane to keep himself steady. Two tall bodyguards in black instantly pushed away the guarding soldiers, stood in front of the members of the "O5 Council", and opened the safety of the pistol.

"what happened?"

The shock subsided, the cowboy asked loudly.

No one could answer him, not even Wingate knew what was going on.

A moment later, accompanied by the sound of noisy footsteps, several civil servants walked into Wingate's guard room and whispered something in the cowboy's ear.

"What?!"

The cowboy's expression became very surprised.

"Here, in the middle of the city, a giant wild boar crashed the upper buildings?! Are you sure you're not on drugs?!"

"Uh...no."

"...Any other effects of "Plague"? "

The cowboy gritted his teeth and tapped the cane, and immediately ordered.

"I will take over here temporarily, let the internal personnel clean up the exit, and then contact the external garrison troops to block the block, try to contain or kill the wild boar. At the same time, let the "gravekeeper" pay attention to the dead bodies in the surrounding cemetery, don't relax your vigilance! "

"yes!"

--bad feeling.

Chapter 66: The Goddess of War in Pandora's Box