Although the sound was small, Ropey's hearing was still fully captured.

"Actually, I just want you not to go back recently, just live in the research institute. It's a bit unspeakable danger outside, but..."

Rope smiled very charmingly.

"I heard what you said, so you already understand it very well, it was my mistake... Well, I will confess to you grandly in a few days."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The thing she was still complaining about immediately became a reality, and the girl immediately panicked, her eyes looking left and right, and finally squatted down, her red face buried in her arms.

"Um...Rope, idiot!"

……You asked me to say it clearly.

Luo Pei sighed helplessly.

The girl's mind is like the changeable weather in spring, and there is no weather forecast to predict, it is always so difficult to guess.

Appropriately leave a little time for Makise Kurisu to adjust. When Luo Pei was going to help tidy up the messy desktop, the old-fashioned bell rang in the quiet office.

I took out my cell phone, and the caller ID showed that it was the number I wanted to call in the afternoon-"Wingate Pisri".

Forget the time, almost a month has passed since the last contact. It's been a while.

Rope answered the phone.

"Wingate, suddenly call me at this time, if I will sink you into the sea because of the SCP project again..."

"Your Excellency Rope, please listen to me first."

Wingate was very noisy, and the old man's tone was tired and eager.

"My personal release of "SCP-214", "SCP-914", and "SCP-173" has been known to the Foundation. Both Kevin and I were issued arrest warrants, and we would board the plane back to Europe in five minutes. I will try my best to confuse their search. It is a bit to delay a little time, and please use those SCP items as soon as possible to achieve your goals. If you can, please kill the soldiers of the SCP Foundation now. After I am not the regional director, it is difficult to ensure their obedience. Compared with the destruction of the world, the lives of these people..."

"……You are joking?"

"It would be nice if it was a joke."

Wingate smiled bitterly.

"Starting from five days ago, the large-scale resurrection and bizarre death in Europe have alarmed everyone in the SCP Foundation. They want to control this unknown large-scale anomalous "plague". However, the only "panacea" SCP-500 that has worked in the current trial is limited, so they thought of the "coffee machine" SCP-214's capabilities...I have tried my best. "

SCP-214, which can produce bizarre beverages, has therapeutic functions strictly speaking, and these are detailed in the archives.

Wingate finally said.

"In short, my help may end here, Lord Rope... Good luck. After so much effort, please do not let the established tragedy happen."

"..."

The call was dropped.

Rope's face was abnormally calm.

Makise Kurisu realized that something was wrong, got out of her shy state, and looked at Rope blankly.

"It's... Director Peasley's phone number?"

"Um."

Rope responded softly, and then walked outside the house.

"I've been out for a while, during which time the institute will be handed over to you, Hong Liqi."

"Huh? Wait, where are you going, Rope?"

The black-haired youth paused and uttered a word from his mouth.

"Europe."

Chapter 65 The War Coming Like a Storm

Constanta ushered in another storm just a few days after it cleared up.

The black and heavy clouds, like the unknown rumors of the "resurrection of the dead" these days, enveloped people's hearts, making people feel uncomfortable from the bottom of their hearts. The thunder snake scurrying in the clouds is like a rage displayed by the gods, driving the people to speed up their pace and return to their homes.

The heavy rain fell and splashed water on the concrete pavement. The transparent water drops turned into a gloomy, dark-haired young man, steadily blending into the crowd on the street.

Half a day after receiving Wingate's call, Ropey used his power to step into Romanian territory after handling the trivial matters in Tokyo.

According to the information once seen, this is one of the main bases of the SCP Foundation headquarters in Europe. All level 4 persons, department heads, and task force captains who violated the regulations of the Foundation must come here to make a final judgment and convict the crime by a random member of the "O5 Council". The seriousness of its criminal law, the least is dismissal and the removal of memory, the most serious and most without exception, all are the death penalty.

Wingate released three high-risk SCP containment items privately. Perhaps the immortality with the curse of Iss could nullify the conventional death penalty, but serious punishments are not rare.

The black-haired youth promised to let allies see the end with their own eyes, even if Wingate loses the privilege of "regional director", it will not change in the slightest.

So he came.

Come with blood and death in order to fulfill the promise.

In the rain, a faint blood-red light cluster appeared on Luo Pei's palm, who was gradually leaving the crowd. After crushing, the blood-red light ball immediately transformed into a distorted little elf, lying in the palm of his hand.

The elf wailed hoarsely, and the little right finger pointed in a certain direction.

"Here..."

A trace of murderous aura flashed through Rope's blue pupils, and he walked straight forward holding the elf.

Because Wingate once entered the holy city of Nectar and spent some time with the Iss, the old man’s Cthulhu flavor is very strong, so the black-haired youth does not need to look for it, only a small The secret technique can determine Wingate's position in the city.

A few turns, a few avenues, and a tall and tall luxurious building appeared in the line of sight.

It looks like about thirty floors. The entrance is surrounded by walls, and the door is guarded by very elite armed soldiers, so dense that pedestrians on the sidewalk not far away can't help but go around. Open that area, as if knowing that this is a forbidden area they can't enter.

-One of the headquarters of the SCP Foundation.

In other words, the upper floors are just their headquarters on the ground. According to the elf's guidance, Wingate is now at the lowest level of that building.

"Always underground...Always the secrecyist style..."

Rope took back the elves of the secret technique and stood at the end of the long street looking at the luxurious building.

If it weren't for this matter, he would have a certain degree of respect for the SCP Foundation, an organization that does not seek selfish desires and only strives for humanity. There are so many organizations pursuing their rights and self-interests like the sands of the Ganges. The SCP Foundation is the only one that has put its beliefs into action for hundreds of years.

But it was a pity that the little pitiful respect of the black-haired youth had disappeared since he tried to block his hand in the path of trial.

The rain is getting worse.