The Endless Shuttle

"It's only two days at most. This secret room can no longer stop 682. This is still the time after the suppression of poison gas, acid, and firepower. If you don't take these temporary measures, the date of 682's escape It has to be one day earlier."

"...If this is the case, how can you be so leisurely?"

Kevin, including the researchers in this containment area, are ordinary human beings.

The escape of SCP-682 was to them the sickle raised by the **** of death, and Rope couldn't figure out why Kevin Holard could be so calm.

Kevin's smile became brighter, and he opened his palms.

"Because you arrived in time. I didn't close my eyes all night last night, and didn't sleep for a while in the morning until Wingate told the news that you are coming today."

Rope has nothing to say.

He finally knew why Kevin and Wingate, these two elderly people with such huge differences in personalities, would become close friends. They definitely have something in common in some respects.

-Be broad-minded.

"I didn't come to chat with you, Dr. Kevin."

Rope didn't intend to waste time. He rolled up his sleeve a little, moving his stiff neck.

Along with this posture, the hands of the black-haired young man flashed an insignificant electric current, and the surrounding lighting equipment instantly dimmed, and immediately returned to normal.

"Let me go in and re-educate that guy, let him serve his sentence well, and then we will see Miss Makise again. No surprise, I will solve your death again in fifteen minutes."

"no problem."

Kevin nodded cheerfully.

Leading the way by a female researcher and two heavily armed soldiers, Rope passed through tight guards in a moment and came to the gate of SCP-682.

"Mr. Counsel, let's leave first."

The female researcher's voice trembled.

She had never been so close to SCP-682, and the horrible rumors of "Indestructible Lizard" put a lot of pressure on this female researcher.

"The way back will be blocked again. Even if your life is in danger, we will not open the gate. Please forgive me for this..."

"What if SCP-682 is life-threatening? Will Kevin let you stop me?" Rope asked with interest.

The female researcher couldn't give an answer. After reading the information roughly, she couldn't imagine the life threatening of that monster, so she could only choose to leave after bowing her head slightly.

The secret of Rope, Wingate and Kevin apparently did not notify these researchers, and only circulated within the senior level of the institute, which made the black-haired youth fairly satisfied.

After the soldiers and researchers left, the metal gates of the incoming path re-occluding, and the hallway returned to silence...

At the same time, the door of SCP-682 was slowly opened, and the pungent smell came on, causing Rope to involuntarily squint his eyes.

Familiar growl.

"Indestructible Lizard" instantly moved away from the resting posture, and kept retreating to the corner of the room. It stood upside down like emerald scales, making threatening sounds.

Rope smiled and walked in.

"Hi, little lizard, how have you been these days? I heard that you are planning to escape from prison again. This is different from what we said at the beginning. If we are not good, we can't be "friends"? "

"...Get out...out...go!"

Human language, never spit out from the throat of the stray lizard.

The remnants of the last battle still hovered in the monster's mind. It deeply knew that it was not an opponent of the inhuman with a human posture in front of him, so it did not attack at the first time when it met for the second time—a pointless waste of energy. behavior.

The sharp claws pierced the hard ground, and as Rope approached, 682 was already unable to retreat.

"Of course I will go out, but that will have to wait until you put on your collar again, little lizard."

Rope walked to 682's front.

Obviously the size of the immortal lizard is larger than Rope, but now it looks like Rope is "looking down" SCP-682.

"So, are you planning to be beaten by me and then grab it, or do you lie down on your own initiative?" Luo Pei pointed to the broken cage in the middle of the room.

"You are smart, and it is not difficult to make the right choice."

"..."

The immortal lizard gritted his teeth and glared at the black-haired young man.

If the eyes can kill, then Rope has undoubtedly died tens of thousands of times.

"Huh... think! Give in to humans... they make me sick... you slave driven by humans!"

After saying this, 682 turned out to be like a weak girl preparing to endure violence. She twisted her body, clasped her claws to the ground, and silently turned her back to Rope.

In any case, the immortal lizard will not take the initiative to return to that cage.

Even knowing that the result of doing so will only be painful and useless work, but it is not willing to give up its dignity so easily.

Luo Pei raised his hand, thought about it, and put it down again.

He got closer to 682 and patted its dark green scales.

"Since I have said that I want to be friends with you, I won't treat it as a lie. Don't let me use violence anymore, little lizard. Be more obedient, it's good for you and me."

"..." 682 did not answer, only a dull breathing.

It seems that it intends to fight back to the end.

PS:

Lizard girl... well, very good...

Chapter Thirty-Four

"The inexplicable backbone will not change any results except to bring you extra pain..."

The opponent's attitude was firm, and Rope gave up continuing to use words to persuade SCP-682 to return to restraint.

The assistant's final interview was at 3:30, and he did not intend to postpone it, so there was not much time left for Rope to deal with SCP-682.

The black-haired young man silently patted the scales of the Indestructible Lizard, walked behind it, held the tip of the tail tightly with both hands, and tried to pull 682 out of the corner with brute force.

The wailing sound driven by pain.

Under the tremendous strength of adult non-profits, SCP-682 was dragged out of the corner slowly and firmly, even if it appeared to be uncomfortable. The sharp claws of the immortal lizard made ten long marks on the hard metal ground, and the sharp voice even made the monitoring researchers outside the room cover their ears.

"Let go of me! You lackey!"