People in Zongman: Building a foundation to accommodate all worlds

“I think the Kremlin Senate would also not be keen on pushing this too early.”

"And... you don't seem to understand that it's just a piece of paper. Rights are never just a piece of paper."

"Dr. Murasame Reine, perhaps I should teach you a lesson about rights."

(The previous chapter is temporarily unavailable due to force majeure. Has Sanqi submitted the revision? It should be restored tonight or tomorrow morning. I can only say that because Sanqi has been jumping around in the previous chapters and has not been killed by the censors, he has become a little crazy, QAQ!)

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Chapter 346 A Lesson in Rights - Continued

"Dr. Murasame Reine, perhaps I should teach you a lesson about rights."

The GOC agent said with a smile.

Murasame Reine tried hard to suppress her trembling.

She raised her chin and turned towards her bedroom.

Like surrender.

"In the bedroom, lower left red drawer, manila envelope."

"I think the things in it will definitely be very interesting to you."

The GOC agent smiled contemptuously.

He waved his hand casually.

"Go check it out."

He ordered his men to do so.

In the following time, there were a lot of sounds of smashing and rummaging.

The well-trained agents of GOC took only one minute to completely "ransack" Murasame Reine's bedroom.

And took out the manila envelope he mentioned.

The GOC agent took the envelope and pulled out some photos.

After a closer look, he frowned.

"What the hell is this!"

As he spoke, he casually threw the photo on the ground.

The several "433" agents around glanced at him casually.

Then, they feel bored and annoyed by the content of the photos.

"I don't think that this disgusting bastard with an ugly jaw has anything to do with what I ask you to do!"

The GOC agent said irritably.

He felt he was being fooled.

Then, he crushed the newly lit cigarette on the back of Murasame Reine's hand.

The heat and the pain that followed made Murasame Reine a little breathless.

After doing this evil deed.

The GOC agent casually threw the entire brown paper envelope aside.

Then he stared at Murasame Reine and said:

"Let me tell you something. You SCP Foundation always think you are right."

“I consider myself to be a powerful force hidden in the shadows, the last support of mankind.”

"But, it was just a ridiculous mistake, really, it was ridiculous!"

"Let me explain to you why you are wrong."

The GOC agent casually pulled a chair from the ground nearby and sat opposite Murasame Reine.

His expression was full of sarcasm.

Although Murasame Reine couldn't see all this.

And the fact is, no matter how disgusting this guy's next actions are.

What a terrible story that was told.

Murasame Reine would cooperate and wait quietly.

"In the late 1980s, I was a DEA agent in Columbia, the Eagle Country."

"The drug lords I arrested could fill an entire prison, and those little bastards are about the same as you are now."

"They just didn't cooperate and kept repeating: 'Do you know who the f*ck you're talking to?'"

"They think they have all the power and they believe they control everything there."

"They feel they are the true kings and rulers of Medellin."

"So I asked them, if you dominate this city, why do you hide your guns?"

"Why do you have to sell the white powder in secret? Can't we sell it openly?"

"Then I pulled out my gun and shot the guy in the knee. That's real power."

"My gun doesn't need to be hidden, it's right here for you to see. That's the difference."

"Your Foundation lurks in the shadows, Doctor, and I want you to know that the power is always ours."

"We control everything. Your anomalies belong to us, and your research results belong to us."

"Even your lives belong to us. Not to mention your ridiculous beliefs and ideas."

"So, once again, I ask you! Where the hell did you hide the sample of SCP-610?"

"If you still want your..."

The impassioned speeches and questions were interrupted.

"Sir! I think there's something going on out there!"

One of his men said so.

The GOC agent was stunned for a moment.

His face still showed the displeasure of being interrupted.

But the next moment, before he could react.

A long arm with a grayish-white complexion like a corpse penetrated the wall that was strong enough to block the bombardment of artillery shells.

There was a roar.

It was like an RPG exploded in the room.

The sonic boom came quickly afterwards.

Next, gunshots rang out continuously.

But Murasame Reine knew that it was completely futile.

She just moved her body quietly, pressed herself to the corner of the wall, and lowered her body as much as possible.

The sound of gunfire made Murasame Reion's eardrums ring.

The smell of gunpowder in the air penetrated directly into Murasame Reine's chest.

In the darkness, Murasame Reine heard a scream of terror.

The crisp sound of bones breaking was heard.

Even the rejection of flesh and bone was heard, followed by a sickening gurgling sound.

After several minutes of screaming and wailing.

Everything is calm again.

In the silence, the only sound left was the dull breathing.

Like a rotten blower pulling in my ears.

That voice is still fresh in my memory.

Murasame Reine groped on the ground.

Soon a sharp metal fragment was found.

She cut the ropes that bound her wrists.

Then he groped the wall and stood up.

Even though he was freed from his bondage.

She was still wearing the mask that wrapped around her eyes and completely blocked out light.

Move forward.

Murasame Reine stepped on the carpet.

There was a sticky sound.

It was obvious that the carpet had been completely soaked with some kind of viscous liquid.

After a while of groping.

Murasame Reine touched some dry, skeleton-like limbs.

Close your eyes tightly.

Murasame Reine pulled off the mask on her head and put it on its face.

After doing all this, she still didn't open her eyes.

Photos are scattered everywhere.

After the chaos just now, she couldn't be sure that she wouldn't see...

Groping for the front door.

Murasame Reine opened the door.

"Come along, SCP-096...oh no, shy one."

Murasame Reion turned around and said this.

"There are many monsters in this world that are much worse than you... No, there are more than just monsters."

The incident does not end here.

A lot of follow-up work is still needed.

Some necessary amnesiac applications.

There is also the weaving of fake news.

A gas explosion.

This will allow ordinary people to return to a stable life and not live in constant fear.

This sudden incident resulted in a severe containment failure.

Taking and storing images of shy people (scp096) without permission is a heinous act that requires immediate punishment.

But, than the Flesh and Blood of Hatred (SCP610) was taken away.

The results so far are much better.

The flesh of hatred.

This item is an abnormal infectious disease discovered in Western Siberia and Lake Baikal region.

Infected individuals develop scar tissue-like growths on their skin until they cover the entire body.

The flesh mass will grow rapidly and in an amorphous manner and transfer its infection to other objects, forming large colonies of flesh.

A complete infection can occur within five minutes.

It is now in Foundation custody and containment.