The Endless Shuttle

However, at that time, the black-haired youth was taken away by other things and didn't care too much.

Rope waved his hand, not intending to chat with these dispensable soldiers.

"Lead the way."

"Yes, sir."

Working on an off-road vehicle, Rope held the window with one hand, looking at the scenery of the island that was constantly flying backwards.

Immediately, they entered the confines of the military base.

I don't know if it was Rope's illusion. He always felt that compared with the last time, the number of trained soldiers on this military base increased significantly.

"You have increased the number of soldiers stationed?" Rope asked casually.

The team leader opened his mouth and just wanted to use "confidential" as an answer, but he immediately thought of the authority and identity of the person next to him, and changed his words to explain.

"That's it, Mr. Consultant. Since ten days ago, about 500 navies have joined the base, including some other equipment such as tanks and helicopters. Of course, the specific reason is beyond my authority to know. "

The team leader shrugged.

"Perhaps you met with Dr. Holard in a while, so you can understand the inside story in more detail."

"I will ask."

The car drove another distance and dropped Rope at the entrance of the institute.

The soldiers didn't seem to have any plans to go in. After saluting, they returned to the car and returned to the original direction.

Entering the research institute, following the transparent elevator, the honeycomb branch of the SCP Foundation came into Rope's eyes more clearly. This time he can enjoy the underground building in a hurry.

There are combinations of white and silver everywhere, and some places are painted with the unique logo of the Foundation.

Occasionally, a researcher wearing a white lab coat was surprised by Rope's outfit, but was immediately driven by the full line of work and quickly walked away.

In addition to the researchers, the black-haired youth also saw several people wearing simple-style clothing. They seem to come from all over the world, from all kinds of races.

Don't guess, these must be the famous specialties of the SCP Foundation-"D-class personnel".

That is cannon fodder for research.

They were all death row prisoners, and were told the lie that they could be free after completing the experiment. In fact, what awaits the D-class personnel in the end is either the containment object being killed in a weird way, or a bullet from the Foundation.

Executing the dregs of humans, the Foundation is not merciless at all.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Mr. Rope."

At the door of a research room on the lowest level, Rope met the research director of the institute, Dr. Kevin Holard.

The old man with glasses was full of energy, and he couldn't tell that he was almost crippled by SCP-682 more than half a month ago, and walked towards Rope with a powerful step.

Rope chewed the lollipop in his mouth and asked with a weird expression.

"Is the SCP Foundation's medical technology already so advanced?"

Kevin smiled and pushed his glasses.

"I was able to recover so quickly because of Pisri. He was able to randomly take out some weird skills from the past. Otherwise, how could that **** be higher than my position and yell at those in the O5 Council. Mentally handicapped without being dismissed and executed?"

"……so it is."

Looking at it from another perspective, Wingate Peasley is the protagonist of the black science and technology literature.

Accidentally acquired the technology of non-human higher races, and with their help to reach the pinnacle of life, as the regional director of the SCP Foundation Asia branch. Except for dead wives and children, it's a pity to carry the curse that you want to die but you can't die, the others are completely standard templates.

While chatting with others, Rope and Kevin walked to Pisley's office.

After taking out the ID card and passing the verification, inside the door made of special alloy, the owner of the place, "Site Director" Wingate Pisri, was sitting behind his desk with his head in his hands and an extremely ugly expression on his face.

The old man seemed to be cramped, completely contrary to the mental state of Dr. Holard.

Kevin seemed to know why his old friend had such a virtue, he shook his head helplessly and knocked on the door deliberately.

"Pisley, Mr. Rope is here."

After a while, Wingate raised his head, squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and grudgingly greeted him.

"...Welcome, Rope."

"What's wrong?"

Rope didn't regard himself as an outsider, so he placed the plastic bag on Wingate's desk and sat on the chair next to him.

"Ugh……"

Wingate let out a long sigh.

"I wish I could have the same power as you, so that I could unscrew the heads of those European colleagues from their necks without leaving any traces... This group of corpse-position vegetarian bastards, still thinking after SCP-682 Send me two more babies here, because the reason is "to take care of it properly and share the pressure"..."

More than half a month after SCP-682 was transferred, the European group was very surprised to find that the "Indestructible Lizard", a professional prisoner escaped, had not escaped containment without a runaway, which made them happily put their hands on the nuclear bomb launch button. They immediately started a new round of "transfer applications" and delivered them to Wingate's desk in the form of formal papers this morning.

One by one, they all wanted to bring the troublesome containment items in their hands to make Wingate Pisri headache, while they wandered around with the safer "Safe"-class items.

It can be seen that this old man who speaks with a little bit of bitterness is indeed very unpopular among his colleagues.

"Pisri, I'm not here to hear your complaints."

Rope took out a can of Dr. Pepper from the plastic bag, opened it and took a sip, the strange smell instantly made him frown.

"I'm here today for Miss Makise to "fix" SCP-682's cage by the way. Even if you use this attitude, I won't be too involved in the internal affairs of the SCP Foundation. That would be too troublesome. "

In an instant, Wingate's expression was embarrassing.

Rope saw through his little tricks.

"... Look, we are allies?"

"So? You want me to span half of the earth and go to the headquarters of the SCP Foundation to brainwash you or kill your colleagues and bosses so that they don't send SCP containment objects to you anymore?"

"..."

Wingate closed his mouth, and he also felt that his suggestion was a bit too much.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to cool down, Kevin opened his mouth to make a round.

"Okay, Pisri." Kevin said, "It's not as bad as you think. The two items to be shipped this time are only "Euclid" grades. It's not too much trouble. I have full confidence in it. Contain them safely. Moreover, the allocation of additional materials, personnel, and funds is already in your hands, which is a real benefit. "

"I'm angry that they ignored my dismissal again!"