The Endless Shuttle

The "Founder" coldly swept across the cheeks of these leaders in various fields, with a twitching smile on his face.

"So, all honorable gentlemen, please enter the evacuation channel immediately, the SCP Foundation is solely responsible for this!"

"..."

The well-dressed people looked at each other, and finally agreed with the words of the "Founder".

At least, for now, the "Founder" is still the highest status among everyone present.

Just when the "O5" of the Foundation were having a headache, the soldiers who had already entered the safe evacuation channel came back with the leaders who had left first.

With panic and blood stains on their faces, they quickly came to the red right hand officer and whispered a few words in his ear.

"What? The evacuation channel is blocked!?"

The officer looked at the soldier in shock, but the soldier just nodded wordlessly, and then raised the severed arm that was eaten by some creatures.

The demigods have cursed even the lifeless soil into an abomination.

If it wasn't for the fact that each of the Red Right Hands was equipped with the magical item of telepathy alloy, they might still have to suffer the fate of spiritual erosion.

Knowing that the way of retreat was cut off, the scene that had just calmed down became turbulent again, "Founder" covered his face without saying a word, and said in a voice as if rubbing gravel.

"Release the final insurance brought this time, and let the group of deformities kill each other."

"But……"

The red-handed officer was a little hesitant, he knew how dangerous the SCP project brought this time was.

But before he had time to make a suggestion, he was torn off by an incredible force at his neckline, and fell heavily on the table.

The "Founder" had a ferocious expression on his face as he pressed against the face of the red-handed officer.

"I say, release the final insurance! Release "SCP-017"!" Let it eat all those damn freaks before they enter Wythe Manor! "

The red right-handed officer squirmed his lips, and could only utter one word under the terrifying power.

"……yes."

The "Founder" loosened the collar of the red-handed officer, sat back on his chair as if exhausted, and lit a high-end cigar.

In the not-too-distant past, they stood high above human beings, controlling and containing all aliens with a contemptuous mentality, and this is the theme of the SCP Foundation.

But now there is nothing they can do about the runaway monsters, and they can only rely on the power of a different kind to save their lives.

Are humans finished? He thought in despair.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Suddenly, a strange voice made the "Founder" suddenly raise his head.

Looking around, no one spoke. They all opened their mouths and stared at the wall behind him.

"Founder" turned around quickly.

In sight, a handsome young man with black hair, wearing a Victorian trench coat, and holding a silver cane was standing there with a contemptuous smile.

A large hole was corroded in the wall, a dark cave, ghosts and deformities were standing behind the black-haired youth like guards guarding the king, some monsters even chewed the remains of SCP Foundation soldiers in their mouths...

""Destroyer"……"

"Founder" painfully read the name of the black-haired young man in front of him.

The chief culprit who single-handedly created the tragedy of Constanta and constantly pushed the SCP Foundation into the abyss. His danger has long been listed by the Foundation as the unique highest level "Keter" - the "end of humankind" that even nuclear bombs cannot stop. god".

"Good afternoon, distinguished gentlemen."

Luo Pei gracefully took off his hat and saluted, but that smile looked like he was mocking the people present.

"What are you waiting for, soldier, shoot!"

"Damn it! It's so close, get me out of here quickly..."

"I will cut your budget, I will!"

"What are the red right hand and "SCP-017" doing! ? That's not how the script for the response was written..."

Facing the panicked crowd, Luo Pei just tapped his cane and took away the mobility of everyone present.

They stood there like wooden sculptures, unable to move at all.

"Quiet." The black-haired youth said.

"SCP-017... are you looking for this thing?"

He took out an object wrapped in black mist from his jacket pocket, and then crushed it in front of the "Founder".

The dangerous existence of the famous "Keter" class object, code-named "Shadow Demon", was killed just like that.

Not even a trace of resistance.

"I'm sorry, this kind of creature that has to rely on shadows to drag the enemy into the sea of ​​Dirac is really too weak. If you want to "fight poison with poison", you'd better find some stronger guys. This level can't even warm up Get me interested. "

Rope despised SCP-017, and the ideas of the SCP Foundation.

"...Wes Manor has thirty-four identical buildings. How did you find our location in such a short period of time?"

"Cough cough."

Olsen touched his nose and came out from behind Rope, and greeted the "Founder" with a smile.

"Mr. "O5", I guessed it... You know, I have always been lucky, just like I can guess the dealer's card fifty-five times in a row... Did I also guess your identity correctly? "

"..."

SCP-181...

Once you get rid of the "safe" mentality, will you become such a dangerous guy...

"Founders" was overwhelmed by an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

The monsters gather together, and their various abilities are simply a disaster more terrible than nuclear bombs.

"Not killing us right away, Destroyer, what do you want? If you are willing to let us go today, we will definitely give you a satisfactory reward...no matter what you want. "

As long as there is life, there is hope. At this moment, the "Founder" has the same idea as the "Cowboy".

Other leaders also spoke out, making all kinds of tempting promises, including building a country for the monsters, providing all material needs...even humans as food.