Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

“This is an important city in Romania, with a population of more than [-] people and an unrivaled economic status. If you activate the 'safety box' here, the country is over.Besides, the nuclear bomb is right under your feet, it only takes twenty minutes from entering the password to detonating, and you will definitely die..."

"Did I say I want to live?" Cowboy asked with a natural expression.

"..."

Although it wasn't the first day with this master, in Mark's eyes, the cowboy looked like a lunatic.

What is even more terrifying than the madman is that this madman still holds absolute power and the activation code for nuclear weapons.

"Exchanging the lives of one "O5" and [-] people for an inhuman whose hostility far exceeds that of the "Keter" class, whose power is completely ignorant of modern military forces, and allows the Foundation to survive a data breach disaster that is enough to collapse, Either way, the deal is a good deal for humanity.In the "plague" of the dead and the death of the living, we now do not have the extra strength to carefully plan and deal with it. "

said the cowboy.

"Mark, James, if you are afraid of death, you can find your own way. I will unilaterally contact the "O5 Council" and tell me my last words and warnings. "

"..."

Mark and his companion looked at each other, and both saw helplessness in each other's eyes.

With a wry smile, James turned around and walked out. Instead of running away, he went to follow the "Cowboy"'s order to get the "Safety Box".

At this time, the bodyguard didn't care about his status and dignity anymore. He took a luxurious cigar from the cowboy's table and sat on the chair.

"Aren't you going?"

"Look at what you said, what about the nuclear explosion? It's just a matter of dying sooner or later. Anyway, I'm almost enjoying it..."

Mark said in a foggy voice.

"Jack, for causing such a massacre and national chaos, we must go to hell, right?"

"No, we'll go to heaven."

"Cowboy" exited the bloody screen on the monitor, entered layers of passwords and opened a secret private mailbox.

"We are for humanity, as the Foundation has always been."

The Foundation cannot collapse, it is humanity's only hope in this sudden plague and the future of this twisted world.Cowboy believed.

For the sake of humanity as a whole, he can let [-] people be buried with Rope without mercy.

So naturally, for the sake of humanity as a whole, what's the harm in the death of a mere "O5 Council member"?

Entering Rope's photo for reference, after writing his last words and final report, the cowboy closed the computer and smoked a cigarette in silence with his bodyguard.

...ready to fight with you?

Thinking of the black-haired youth's words, the cowboy couldn't help but feel a hint of ridicule in his heart.

...we do it all the time.In order to survive in this twisted world, how many times have humans crossed unimaginable dangers, how do you, an alien, know?

Sad world, sad people.

The war has already begun since the positions of the two sides were formally stated.

"Sir, the "safety box" is here. "

"Thanks for your hard work."

"Cowboy" took the black suitcase and said to his other bodyguard with a smile.

"Do you want one too? At least in the end, there is no difference between us."

"I just quit smoking a month ago and it's a little disgusting smelling cigarettes now."

"Yeah, what a pity..."

"Cowboy" entered the recited password and opened the three locks of the "safety box".

The scarlet mechanical button is in it, as if to indicate the blood and rain after pressing it, as well as more than [-] human souls.

The cowboy pressed it down without hesitation.

Just a simple comparison.

——Comparison of [-] and [-] billion.

……

At the same time as the nuclear explosion of the base entered the countdown, Rope also followed the directions to the door of Wingate's guard room.

The secret technique erupted, and the five guarding soldiers were transformed by the black-haired youth without even wailing, and turned into twisted tree-like creatures. Looking at the frozen painful cheeks, they knew that these soldiers were still suffering inhuman torture.

——In Cthulhu Secret Art, "death" is a kind of relief.

The door was corroded, and under Wingate's shocked gaze, Rope walked in steadily.

"I thought I would see you hanged like dried salted fish. It seems that the life of imprisonment is not bad?" The black-haired youth asked with a smile.

In the SCP Foundation headquarters, Wingate actually saw his secret ally?

The old man blinked to confirm that he was not hallucinating.

"How did you get in?"

Rope pointed to the back, and Wingate watched the unfortunate soldiers from the crack of the door.

The old man understood what Rope meant.