Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

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

Fortunately, the "entrepreneurs" were so frightened that they could hardly sleep, and the worst news did not come.The black-haired inhuman seems to have restrained himself, but he just destroyed the headquarters of the field agents. Even the "A17 containment area" was safe and sound, so he left Punovo, changing the place where he walked before, there will be blood and rain characteristics.

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

He drew a cross on his chest like a prayer, rejoicing that the "A17 Tolerance Zone" was safe and sound.

SCP-343... well, that aside.If SCP-239 were to get rid of the "lie", the "entrepreneur" could not imagine what human beings would be like in this catastrophe.Other "O5s" must also think this way. The highest order on the table, the order to allocate funds to the "A17 Containment Zone" is proof.

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

"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. He frantically grabs his hair and thinks where he can get some money.

Everyone in the "O5" has a different division of labor, so the "entrepreneur" doesn't need to think about the solution to the Rope incident. He only needs to handle the internal capital turnover of the foundation.

Boom, boom.

A rhythmic knock on the door interrupted the thoughts of the "entrepreneur".

He frowned, and his professional instinct sensed something was wrong.

He had already said not to disturb him, and his secretary didn't seem like a guy who would continue to disobey orders after he had a clear instruction.Unless it's an awesome report, or...

"Entrepreneur" jumped in his heart, stretched his right hand under the table, pressed the alarm of the "red right hands" stationed in the building directly here, and took out a pistol from the drawer and held it in his palm.

The cold touch of steel offered 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 the heart that had let go of it fell back within two seconds.

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

Comedy masks of white ceramics, rotting bodies and clothes like mummies.Even more incredible is that this apparently incapacitated body can still move.

"Entrepreneur" took a quick breath 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 obediently.

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

"Entrepreneur" watched the woman he once lingered with become like this, he couldn't vomit, and fear tightly grabbed his neck.

"You seem afraid?"

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

"No need, Mr. "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.In the face of a well-intentioned guest, such hospitality is very rude. "

"SCP-035..."

"Entrepreneur" read out the number of the "Keter"-level item in front of him with difficulty, but he didn't 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 right under our nose..."

The mummy, nicknamed "Occupy Mask", shook her head and let out a deep sigh.

"Humans are very stupid and easy to control creatures. Their psychology is unexpectedly simple, and with a little mental induction, they can harvest batches of slaves without thinking... Oh! Mr. "O5", don't expect Your procrastination will allow rescue to come, we have dealt with the soldiers and gentlemen in those houses before coming here.Honestly, they're a little bit stronger than we've ever seen... but only a little bit. "

"Entrepreneur" widened his eyes.

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

It is the "red right hands" that the Foundation has equipped itself with to ensure the safety of their lives.

"No, it's impossible!" he roared in disbelief: "Don't try to lie to me! Each of them is wearing a helmet of "Mind-Occlusion Alloy", your mind control will not work! "

"Well, that's right."

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

"But I said, not 'me', but 'we'. "

At this time, the sound of sulfuric acid dripping sounded in the room.

- Not SCP-035's ability.

The "entrepreneur" looked desperately at the large hole in the ceiling and the rotting old man hanging upside down from it.

Codenamed "SCP-106", one of the most terrifying "Keter"-level items, codenamed "Old Man Terror".Possesses beast hunting instincts, and the ability to corrode everything and pocket space.

"I can't help those guys with weird helmets, but this old gentleman's "hunting" is different. ' SCP-035 teased.

"It's very relaxing, very comfortable, just like afternoon tea, the old gentleman drags them into the dark hole, and then there is the intoxicating scream. Although it is a very tasteless killing, I only want to think of death. What's more, you bastards will be sincerely happy..."

"Entrepreneur" slowly put down the pistol.

Against two "Keter" class items, this ridiculous weapon won't do anything.

"Don't kill me, what do you want..." He asked sullenly.

"I'm just a logistics "O5", if you want to use my power to cause havoc, I'm afraid you've got the wrong person..."