The Endless Shuttle

Wingate knocked on the table and said loudly.

"I'm here to enjoy the old age. If it weren't for the matter of SCP-682, Lord Rope, you and I would all have to take a helicopter to see the group of mentally retarded mushrooms! Then go to a more remote base in the desert to fall in love with a cactus !"

Kevin shrugged.

"Come on, you have ignored the council's orders more than once before. It's a cause and effect. As the research director, I didn't complain, but you started first..."

"Whose friend are you anyway?!"

"I am a friend of money, and the year-end bonus of half a million dollars a year is not given to me by you."

"Kevin, you have changed..."

"I've always been like this, Pisri."

Kevin didn't want to pester the old naughty boy anymore, turned his head and said to Rope.

"Mr. Rope, the final interview of the new researcher Makise Kurisu will be arranged at 3:30 in the afternoon. I will be in charge of it myself. Do you want to change the scheduled time? Or should you go to see the situation of SCP-682 first? ?"

"Is that big lizard very active?" Rope asked.

"Um... what should I say."

Kevin rubbed his temples with a headache.

"I ate two D-class personnel responsible for cleaning in the morning. At noon you killed another researcher when you just arrived. I was processing the remains of those hapless ghosts in the research room just now to make sure that they did not carry any source of viral infection. After all. With 682's evolutionary ability, nothing is surprising..."

"I understand."

It looks really bad, at least in the containment facility, SCP-682 has regained the ability to move freely.

Eighty percent is still his pot.

After fighting with Rope, the evolution of the immortal lizard is beyond imagination, and the pure special alloy and hydrochloric acid no longer have the strong binding power as before.

He got up from the chair that hadn't been long since he had been sitting down, and walked out of the door.

"Go and let the lizard settle down first, and then go to see Miss Makise with you."

"It's almost three o'clock now, Mr. Rope."

"Dr. Kevin, I have to deal with it in less than thirty minutes."

For a moment, the two laughed at the same time.

Wingate Pisri was stunned in the chair, and then asked, spreading his hands.

"Are you sure you want to leave me alone to handle the two SCP items?"

"Wingate, you can only agree."

Rope said.

"For the sake of allies, if I can see a cup of steaming coffee when I finish my work, I might do something after those two projects come to continue to ensure the safety of this institute."

"The result of your doing this will only allow them to send more containment objects over!"

"Then solve this result. Your responsibility is not just to give the book or the reminder, don't let this become a troublesome concentration camp."

When Rope and Kevin Holard left the office together, Wingate returned to that damned face.

He reluctantly picked up the file on the black desktop and looked at it carefully.

"SCP-173"-"statue"

"SCP-049"-"Peptide Doctor"

Both are "Euclid" level items, and their behavior cannot be predicted correctly. It is dangerous and dangerous, but it is by no means as difficult to contain as "SCP-682".

Wingate Pisri sighed deeply again.

Why does it become like this...

Chapter 33 The Immortal Lizard Like a Weak Girl

The secondary containment site of SCP-682 is naturally not in this research institute.

After experiencing the dangerous situation of getting out of the trap last time, no matter how great the leader Wingate Pisri is, his subordinates can no longer agree to put a containment object comparable to a nuclear bomb on the bedside.

No one dared to pack a ticket 682 will not leave the containment again. Its criminal record in Europe is the best proof.

Rope followed Kevin and left the institute.

After driving for about five minutes in the car, the two stopped in front of a clean cave that had been cleaned up.

There are soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the cave. They seem to be surprised at Kevin's arrival. It can be seen that the research director has paid unprecedented attention to SCP-682.

Walking into the cave, from the outside, the unattractive cave is unexpectedly bright, and the white lights are very evenly distributed on both sides of the cave roof, dispersing the darkness. After a while, the modern feeling gradually appeared, and a technologically-sense alloy door blocked the two people's path.

"Because it is an urgently constructed containment site, I can only do this..."

Kevin sighed and took out the ID card and opened the door.

The noise came out at once, and there were no less than 30 free-running researchers running back and forth here, and all kinds of equipment were all available.

"It's not as simple as you said." Rope said.

"It just looks." Kevin said helplessly: "Compared with the headquarters in Europe, it is really simple. If it weren't for your heavy damage to 682, we want to use these things to contain it is no different from a dream... Its counterattack has now begun."

After the old man finished speaking, he walked in first, ignoring the researchers who greeted him, and went straight to his independent office.

He hung the white robe on the hanger, and then Kevin opened his hands to Rope, who entered the office one step later, showing a kind smile.

"In short, although it's not very elegant, it's still going to live-welcome to my "temporary kingdom", Mr. Rope. "

Rope didn't sit down, but looked at Kevin strangely.

"Dr. Kevin, I thought you would call me only when the situation reached the point of burning eyebrows. Now it seems that this is actually my misunderstanding?"

"No, let alone eyebrows, my hair is almost burnt out."

Kevin picked up the remote control on the desk and pressed it lightly against the display on the wall, and the situation in the SCP-682 isolation room was immediately before his eyes.

Broken, bloody, messy.

The metal walls are full of traces of brute force collisions, and the special alloys that originally restrained SCP-682 were scattered on the ground, as if they were torn apart. The culprit, the dark green lizard curled up in the corner, breathing regularly with his eyes closed, as if resting.

It should be said that it was the dragon of evolution, and the negative secret magic enchantment imposed by Rope on it was successfully eliminated by 682 in just half a month.