The Endless Shuttle

Luo Pei stared at 343 and asked.

"Then I'm curious, why didn't you go back to the past and kill the culprit who caused the world crisis, instead of accommodating me in every possible way just because you don't want human beings to have accidents?"

"...You, like that crazy person, are not me, not a creation of this world, and I can't do anything. Mr. Rope, you are real, and I am just a false existence. How can falsehood exist?" What about destroying reality?"

343 shook his head and sighed.

Luo Pei couldn't understand. Obviously, the old man's words had already involved his essence and some secrets of the world, which were too obscure.

Without thinking too much about these irrelevant things, the black-haired young man closed his eyes and pondered for a long time, then nodded.

"I promise you. I will give up the release of 239, and at the same time try not to kill humans other than the SCP Foundation."

"Profit helps one to control anger and hatred, and you will get it, Mr. Savior."

The old man showed a gratified smile.

Chapter 74: Chaos as a Pearl, dedicated to the Great Mystic who was born to be king

The destruction of the headquarters of the field agents in Punovo, and the death of "Black Bird", a member of the "O5 Council", was known to all "O5" the next day.

It wasn't a powerful black-haired inhuman who did it, but a registered SCP containment item.

"SCP-181" Olsen, one of the most cooperative and gentle aliens in the SCP Foundation.

"Luck" allows him to receive the addition of Chaos Theory for everything he does. It is as incredible as why an ordinary person can step into the headquarters of field agents. Olsen has completed his transformation from human to alien.

Including the "Cowboy" sacrificed by Constanta for the foundation, the dead "O5" is already the second, and they still died in the hands of the SCP containment project they used to regard as tools and cherished animals.

Not only the "Founder", almost all the supreme rulers have noticed a gloomy atmosphere like a storm. They finally recalled that no matter how powerful they were, they would still end up dying under the power of inhumans.

Among them, "entrepreneurs" are the most fearful and fearful.

As a concentrated area where the rich gather together, all industries in Punovo account for 11% of the SCP Foundation's liquidity.

Do not underestimate the eleven percent.

With the strong financial strength of the SCP Foundation, this is already a very remarkable figure. If there is a problem with Punovo's funds, let alone the recovery work of the Romanian disaster, even the normal operation of the foundation will be hindered.

After all, modern humans are not monsters who live on killing and hatred, and soldiers are attached to money. Without money, the Foundation has no soldiers.

Fortunately, the "entrepreneur" was so terrified that he could hardly sleep, and the worst news did not come. The black-haired inhuman seems to have restrained himself a little. He just destroyed the headquarters of the field agents. Even the "A17 Containment Area" was safe, and he left Punovo. If he changed the place he walked before, it would be bloody. characteristics.

"God, are your eyes still open..."

He drew a cross on his chest as if praying, rejoicing that the "A17 Tolerance Area" was safe and sound.

SCP-343…well, that aside. If SCP-239 breaks away from the "lie", the "entrepreneur" can't even imagine what human beings will be like in this catastrophe. The other "O5" must have the same idea. The highest order on the table, the order to allocate funds to the "A17 Inclusion Zone" is proof.

But... where do I get the money from...

The "entrepreneur" knows the importance of adding insurance to the "A17 Inclusive Zone", but he is really a clever woman who can't cook without rice, frantically scratching his hair and thinking where he can get a little money.

Everyone in the "O5" has a different division of labor, so the "entrepreneur" does not need to consider the solution to the Lopez incident, he only needs to handle the internal fund flow of the foundation.

Boom, boom.

The rhythmic knock on the door interrupted the "entrepreneur"'s thoughts.

He frowned, and instinctively sensed something was wrong.

He had clearly said not to bother him, and his secretary didn't seem like a guy who would continue to disobey orders after being given clear instructions. Unless there's a big report, or...

The "entrepreneur" jumped in his heart, stretched his right hand under the table, pressed the alarm of the "Red Right Hands" who were stationed directly in the building here, and took out a pistol from the drawer and held it in his palm.

The cold touch of steel brought false comfort, he said softly, adjusting his tie.

"Come in."

The door was opened.

Blonde ponytail, female, looks like his secretary.

The "entrepreneur" breathed a sigh of relief, but within two seconds of letting go, he was dropped again.

——There is a "person" behind the secretary.

White ceramic comedic masks, decaying bodies and clothes look like mummies. What's even more incredible is that this apparently incapacitated body can still move.

The "entrepreneur" breathed heavily, and pointed the gun at the mummy tremblingly.

"Stand there...don't move..."

There were not many announcements of hope, but the comedy mask stood there very obediently.

It pushed away the woman standing blankly in front of her, and the corrosive slime turned her into a pile of foul-smelling sewage in less than ten seconds.

"Entrepreneur" saw the woman he had been lingering with become like this, he couldn't vomit, fear tightly strangled his neck.

"You seem frightened?"

The mummy's voice is kind and flattering, which makes people feel good when they hear it.

"No need, Mister "O5", I'm not here to kill you, I just want to have a good "talk" with you, you can put down that dangerous weapon. It is very disrespectful to treat a guest who comes with good intentions. "

"SCP-035..."

The "Entrepreneur" read out the number of the "Keter"-level project in front of him with difficulty, and did not put down the gun in his hand.

"The foundation has been looking for you for three days, but I didn't expect you to come under our noses..."

The mummy, also known as "Occupy the Mask", shook his head and let out a low sigh.

"Humans are very stupid and easy to control creatures. Their psychology is unexpectedly simple, and with a little mental induction, they can harvest batch after batch of mindless slaves... Oh! Mr. "O5", don't expect Your stalling will let help come, and we've dealt with the gentlemen of the soldiers in those houses before we come here again. Honestly, they're a little stronger than anything we've seen before...but only a little. "

"Entrepreneur" widened his eyes.

Of course he knew what SCP-035 was talking about.

It is the "Red Right Hands" who are equipped by the Foundation to ensure their own safety.

"No, it's impossible!" He roared out of composure: "Don't try to lie to me! Each of them is wearing a "psychic block alloy" helmet, your mind control will not work! "

"Well, that's right."

The mummy graciously admitted, and the smile on the mask cracked a little more.

"But as I said, it's not 'I', it's 'we'. "