What's Wrong with the Witch

　　Not to mention cutting O5-3 here.

　　Dr. Vincent had simulated countless meetings with O5-3 in his mind, but he never thought it would be like this.

　　He's ready to fight, and it only takes one hit to kill the unsuspecting O5-3.

　　Whatever Thaumiel-class containment O5-3 holds, it is nothing until it is used.

　　O5-3 shook his head and said regretfully, "Dr. Vincent, I thought you would be different from them, but I didn't expect you to be this stupid. Again, I don't agree with you. The existence of the SCP Foundation has been striving for the continuation of mankind since its inception, and no matter how many branches are destroyed, we can always rebuild in a new place and gain a new life."

　　"However, no matter how many times we are reborn, in the eyes of those gods, we humans are always ants, and we won't be looked at by them. The destruction will continue to destroy, and they will never care about us."

　　"So, my lifelong pursuit is to become a god, a god who can represent mankind, and occupy a place for mankind at the negotiating table of gods."

　　Hearing O5-3's tirade, Dr. Vincent sneered, "You fart!"

　　"Clone operators, clone experiments, and the Seraph and Great Demon containment plan this time, you just want to become a god, not for the SCP Foundation at all, but for the continuation of mankind!"

　　"Really, Dr. Vincent, since you don't believe these high-sounding excuses, can you stop me?"

　　O5-3 stood on the ruins of the battlefield, arms outstretched, waiting for Dr. Vincent to shoot.

　　"I will kill you!"

　　For no reason, O5-3's feet were pierced by a beam of thunder, brightening the entire night sky.

　　Under the terrifying thunderbolt, the plants and trees within a few thousand hectares were instantly annihilated and scorched.

　　The thunder dissipated, and O5-3 fell down like a humanoid ashes.

　　Did that kill it?

　　Dr. Vincent looked at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

　　The O5 Council is the highest management and oversight body of the SCP Foundation, and the existence of every member is close to that of a god.

　　Although according to his authority, there is no way to know the detailed information of any O5 member.

　　But, is O5-3 really dead like this?

　　"Dr. Vincent, you will still be confused, even after killing me, it's really disappointing."

　　Another O5-3 appeared behind Dr. Vincent, not the one who had turned to ashes on the top of the mountain.

　　He walked past Dr. Vincent calmly, came to the ashes, flipped through it, found a tie clip, picked it up, and fastened the tie between the white lab coats.

　　"Listen to my advice, leave the magic capital, leave the dragon country, and return to your post. Don't make any superfluous illusions. Humans should have gods who can protect them!"

　　Dr. Vincent pointed at the magic capital and roared: "This city has a population of more than 5000 million. For your selfishness, do you want to destroy it together?"

　　O5-3 shook his head: "No, Dr. Vincent, you still misunderstood, I have no idea of ​​destroying the magic capital, but for the sake of the plan, if there is any deviation, it can only be said to be a pity. You know , the road of human beings to gods will always be full of blood.”

　　"Don't think about continuing to use the scepter, your actions have attracted the attention of the mysterious ninth bureau of the Dragon Kingdom. If you are found to be doing it, the SCP Foundation may be forced to withdraw all the distribution agencies stationed in the Dragon Kingdom, such as You can't afford to lose."

　　"Besides, you can't kill me, I'll show you how."

　　O5-3, who was standing in front of Dr. Vincent, was suddenly torn apart and fell to the ground.

　　O5-3 is dead again.

　　Dr. Vincent felt that his san value was decreasing, although it was slightly, but he had to be vigilant.

　　He looked around and saw no sign of O5-3.

　　However, as soon as he turned around, he saw a brand new O5-3 standing in front of a pile of minced flesh corpses, reaching in and taking out the tie clip just now, and putting it back on.

　　"You, you, these are all your clones?!" Dr. Vincent seemed to remember something, pointing to the new O5-3 and exclaiming, "You are committing a crime! You betrayed all mankind!"

　　"A crime, I like the accusation this time?" O5-3 somehow found a gentleman's hat and put it on his head. "Then call me Richard Holmes from now on."

　　"Now, I'm going to see my lovely seraphs and great demons in the capital, Dr. Vincent, you are a precious research talent of the SCP Foundation, I advise you to go back."

　　"Oh yes, Dr. Vincent, you can never be a member of the O5 Council, that's what I said."

　　"Goodbye then, my friend!"

　　Richard Holmes pulled out a cane like a juggler and saluted Dr. Vincent.

　　What responded to him was another thunderbolt like a beam of light, but this time, Richard Holmes was not hit, but disappeared out of thin air.

　　"damn it!"

　　Dr. Vincent was incompetent and furious.

　　……

　　The next day, when it was dawn, Grant, the Knight of Apocalypse, did not wait for the reply from the owner of the Rat Man Bar Su, left the hotel with a salute, and called a taxi to the port.

　　The taxi driver received a large sum of money and sent Grant with the magical RAP along the way.

　　After arriving at the port, it was predicted that the typhoon was about to pass by, and all ships stopped going to sea.

　　"Fuck!"

　　For the first time, Geraint felt that his plan had failed miserably.

　　Maybe it was because there was a mysterious Sequence Three demigod beside me this time, and I felt confident, but who would have thought that the great knight Kane would go after Lance and lose contact after chasing someone.

　　So far, in the magic city, with the exception of Lance, almost no one who lost contact has been able to come back alive.

　　Not being able to go out to sea meant that he had to find a place to hide for a while.

　　At this moment, the phone rang.

　　It was Boss Su who called: "Dead, they are all dead..."

　　Boss Su's voice was crying, as if it came from hell: "Gerante, you will die too, you will die too, we will wait for you in hell, hahaha, hahaha..."

　　are you crazy!

　　Geraint hung up the phone, glanced at the phone number, and determined that it was Boss Su.

　　After thinking about it, he called back again, and the phone was quickly connected.

　　"Is it Mr. Gerain? We have found out what you need to investigate. Sir Kane, the demigod knight of the mysterious sequence 3, has died, and the half-holy knight Lance of the mysterious sequence 3 has completely disappeared."

　　The voice opposite is young, but very sophisticated.

　　"Well, thank you very much! Excuse me, who are you?"

　　Geraint asked with some doubts. He suspected that he had suffered a grotesque fraud again.

　　"I'm Boss Su, Mr. Geraint." The young man opposite said, "To be exact, the person who inherited the name of Boss Su."

　　Geraint had a bad premonition in his heart: "What about the last boss Su?"

　　The young man replied: "He is missing and we have lost contact with him."

　　Geraint hung up the phone.

　　The last boss Su disappeared, and he left such an important mobile phone to the next generation.

　　Corresponding to the practice of disappearing in the magic city, the previous generation of Boss Su is afraid that he has already died, otherwise there will be no such call.

　　This luck is not so bad.

　　Geraint came outside the port hall, ready to find a hotel to hide first.

　　However, as soon as I walked out, I heard the crackling torrential rain pouring down from the sky, turning the street outside into the ocean in the blink of an eye.

　　None of this requires sea water to break through the protective levee, and the city block inside the levee has become the ocean.

　　"OH, SHIT!"

　　Geraint pressed the brim of his hat and looked at the pitch-black sky, giving him a headache.

　　"Oh, sir, it looks like you're in trouble."

　　At this time, a young man in a white coat who looked like a laboratory researcher came over.

　　He has charming blue eyes and a smile on his face. He looks very friendly, and he has an aristocratic demeanor in every move.

　　Interestingly, he wears a tie in his white lab coat, which is clipped with a fancy silver clip.

　　"Longguo has an old saying, go out and rely on friends. I don't know what can I do for you?"

　　"Thank you so much for your kindness!" Geraint responded by taking off his hat. "I just don't like rain very much."

　　"So it is." The young researcher smiled and took out a business card. "This is my business card. If you need any help, you can find me through the contact information above."

　　"I will."

　　Geraint took the business card and glanced at it.

　　The card reads: Senior Consultant, Richard Holmes.

　　Sherlock Holmes, this surname, this person, did not expect to meet people from his hometown here!

　　……

　　Magical Girl Cafe, Block 36, Old Town.

　　In the face of typhoon and rainy weather, the cafe is as calm and boring as ever.

　　Naia and Bubble didn't come to the store today, saying that they were going to participate in an event in "Dark Gate", and Mu Qiqi agreed.

　　In this way, Mu Qiqi and Man Yue were left in the cafe.

　　Anyway, there will be no guests in this weather.

　　"Our station reported that Typhoon Octopus has approached the coast of Modu, and the highest wind level in the coastal area is 19. Please pay attention to safety and try not to go out."

　　From time to time, the TV broadcasted a short circuit in a certain place, countless sparks erupted, and some terrible thunder fell, splitting the large willow and old locust trees that had lived for hundreds of years into coke.

　　Ah this.

　　Mu Qiqi took out an A4 piece of paper and put it in front of him.

　　The weather is so nice outside, so just paint something.

Chapter 149 Dr. Le Xiaozhi, it's up to you to save the Demon City (4K)

　　Super typhoon "Big Octopus".

　　This time, let's draw a big octopus for entertainment.

　　Mu Qiqi picked up the pencil and started drawing on A4 paper.