The Endless Shuttle

"I don't need to say more about the rest, right? Check the prison escape record of that big lizard and you will know exactly what happened. Fortunately, the "Anomalous" level project has not been affected and is being transferred to the nearest In the shelter. "

"In other words, there are five objects out of containment now? SCP-914, SCP-214, SCP-173, SCP-049, and SCP-682... God..."

The "Founder" covered his face in pain.

Why this time? Has the SCP Foundation run out of luck?

The plague of the resurrection of the dead, the accident in Constanta, the SCP object breaking out of containment... This is not adding insult to injury, but adding fuel to the fire!

Suddenly, "Founders" heard the noise of a monitor, followed by a hesitant voice from a member.

"I may have some reports to say..."Founders", can you still bear the big news? "

"Say it."

"Founder" waved his hand wearily.

"I know it must be bad news... Anyway, I won't be surprised if I say anything now, I'm used to it..."

"Then... please take care of yourself..."

He cleared his throat, and read the report sent by his subordinates to all the members of the "O5 Council" present.

"Fifteen minutes ago, the SCP object escaped from the shelter "25B Containment Area" closest to the Constanta nuclear explosion. The captain of the former task force "Pandora's Box", "SCP-076" Abel led the "SCP-105" Iris riot and successfully escaped from the shelter. and……"

"……continue."

"You don't need to ask the "Red Right Hand" to find the "corpse" of the culprit in the Constanta incident. In the photo uploaded by "Cowboy", the inhuman with black hair and blue pupils just attacked the "A7 Containment Zone" 30 minutes ago. It has been confirmed that the researchers and security forces have been completely wiped out, and all SCPs in the containment zone have been confirmed. Item... Circumstances unknown. "

"..."

"..."

The pitch-black room was completely quiet, as if falling and needles could hear the sound.

"Founder" took a deep breath, and said with heavy words.

"Everyone, this may be the biggest disaster since the establishment of the SCP Foundation. At this time, don't use power for personal gain, don't be distracted by other irrelevant things, and do your own work well, and then..."

The "Founder" uttered a few syllables, but couldn't integrate a complete sentence, and finally shook his head dejectedly.

"...Let's end the meeting."

The display screens went off one after another, and no one blamed the "Founders" for their gaffes, because they were not in a better mood now.

It has been a long time since they were crowned Sentinels and Kings of the human race, and no one can immediately adapt to the sudden occurrence of an event that would knock them off the throne.

The collapse of order is imminent.

...

In the containment area of ​​A7, Luo Pei, who was not injured by the nuclear bomb explosion, let go of the neck of the last resisting soldier.

The corpse fell limply to the ground, he turned around, looked at the demons released by him, and opened his hands.

"Congratulations, my dear friends."

The dark-haired youth smiled distortedly.

"Because of some reasons that are very troublesome to say, I decided to do you a small favor and let you leave this damn prison. And you... surely will do me a small favor with the attitude of repaying your gratitude, right?"

In front of him, there was a terrifying old man wearing a corrosive liquid, a D-class personnel manipulated by a mask, a very lucky white male, and even an unusually tall and strong man-eater...

Without exception, all are heterogeneous.

One wrong step, one wrong step. At this moment, the SCP Foundation finally tasted the evil result of restraining the aliens, but greedy for the abilities of the aliens and not killing them in time.

Chapter 71 The belief of monsters will spread to the world

The great mystics who believe in evil gods and absorb the power of chaos have never been good men and women, and this is especially true for Luo Pei, who has another identity as a godslayer.

The SCP Foundation used a heavyweight nuclear bomb as a declaration of war with him, and only two days later, Rope's fierce counterattack against the SCP Foundation came, and it can be said that he stabbed the SCP Foundation in the back. The resulting effect is no less than that of the Constanta incident that is now making a fuss in the international arena.

—Release the SCP's contents.

The foundation's duty is to contain and control, so he will do the opposite, releasing those aliens with dangerous abilities and hostility. It is conceivable that being restrained by the Foundation for such a long time, as long as it is a thinking creature, it will not be happy, and their unhappiness will soon represent the bad luck of the Foundation.

Although some lunatics among them are really difficult to communicate with language, the way of communication is not limited to language. After Luo Pei killed one or two SCP containment objects as a deterrent, those monsters who were released after serving their sentences had a survival instinct. Instead of being obedient, he at least turned his finger in the direction that Luo Pei wanted.

Everything related to the SCP Foundation.

On a country road in Utah, USA, Luo Pei walked forward while smiling at his photo in the newspaper and the small English words next to it.

——Wanted all over the world.

The foundation is not stupid enough to tell the truth about the alien. After naming him as the perpetrator of the "Constanta nuclear explosion", Lopez's international status has surpassed that of the most dangerous terrorist, and he is wanted by various countries in the world.

Of course, these are just indifferent to the mystic, he doesn't even need to hide his face, a "presence reduction" can make pedestrians all over the street ignore his handsome, high-profile cheeks.

"I'm talking about the boss."

Next to the black-haired young man, a middle-aged white male was idling in the pocket of his jeans, holding a straw pulled from the side of the road in his mouth, and said cynically.

"With your strength, you naturally don't have to worry about this little trouble, but I really care. Being wanted like this, let alone return to normal life, you have to cover your face carefully even when you go to the beach to see hot girls in bikinis, and you can't strike up a conversation. Isn't this too painful?"

"Honestly, Olsen, you're getting on my edge."

Rope put away the newspaper.

"You've been tormenting my ears since you stepped into the border. Do you want me to send you back to the hands of the SCP Foundation? After this escape, they will definitely give you a more "luxury" standard room. "

"Please pretend I didn't say it."

Middle-aged white males are not human.

To be precise, Olsen was once a human being, and a D-class personnel of the SCP Foundation. After a certain SCP project experiment, his characteristics were excavated by researchers, and then it was numbered as an official SCP.

"SCP-181", class "Safe", codename "Lucky".

Just like his code name, Olsen has "luck" beyond human cognition. Chaos theory-based abilities make him unrivaled in luck. Not only is it going deep into the deep underground stairs of life and death, but also the gambling in the casino, everything is evolving in his favor, just like he is the darling of this world.

But it is only a "favorable" evolution.

If Rope held a sharp knife, tied him in the open wilderness, and was determined to kill him, Olsen would not escape death no matter what.

It is such a flawed ability that can become a killer if used well.

So after being released by Rope, Olsen did not leave immediately like other SCP projects, and chose to stay with the black-haired youth-because his instinct told him that this was the best course of action.