The thunder roared, and the strong wind blows the trees on both sides of the road to and fro. People hugged everything that could fix themselves, fearing under the mighty power of nature.

People did not notice that the storm instigator at the end of the long street was carrying a halo-like halo, walking slowly in the middle of the street where cars can only pass.

Power "Oriental Army God"-"Wild Boar"!

--boom!

The **** of the beast comes.

This time, the unlucky pedestrians finally saw it and uttered the highest scream in their lives. Regardless of the danger of being blown into the sky by the storm, they began to run around desperately.

"——!"

The huge black wild boar roared up to the sky, and its fangs just went up and destroyed the buildings on both sides of the road. Its thick back was burning with abnormal cyan flames, and the evaporating rain water turned into rising pale white water vapor.

Rope ordered softly.

"Destroy it."

Unfortunately, Wingate Peasley said.

With his sudden incident as the starting point, the Demon King finally started the war with the SCP Foundation.

——

Time was pushed to half an hour ago.

In the underground guard room of the SCP Foundation's Constanta headquarters, an old man in a neat suit is looking bored at the distributed magazine.

Thanks to his status, Wingate did not enjoy the deprivation of freedom such as handcuffs and shackles. The soldiers just installed a miniature bomb on his neck and a locator on his left foot-you know, this is nothing to a person who can't die.

Until the "O5 Council" issued a notice of judgment, Wingate's past few hours were not bad.

With the neat salute of the guard soldiers, the door of the old man's room was opened.

Wingate looked up, then sighed inwardly.

——It seems that leisure will end here.

Slowly pulling the chair back and sitting in front of him was a white man with a ponytail. The costume was basically white. He was wearing a white wide-brimmed cowboy hat and holding a white cane with a handle carved into a wolf's head. Biwen Gate looks much younger.

Wingate put down the magazine in his hand and said with a smile.

Mr. "Cowboy", I didn't expect it to be you. I thought that what was waiting for me would only be a cold declaration from the agent, which really flattered me..."

The man called "cowboy" does not seem to be as cheerful as Wingate, and his expression is a little dull.

"... Pisri, how long have we not seen each other?" he asked.

"Ten years? Twenty years? What about him, I forgot about these boring things."

"Is it."

The cowboy looked at his wolf head cane.

"With your qualifications, even if you shoot civilians and create mass riots for personal gain, the council can be regarded as unseen. You were the most powerful candidate for the "O5" as early as fifty years ago...if you were not so contemptuous of the council. He looked at Wingate: "So, why did you, with such a unique position, committed the most serious betrayal of the Foundation?" "

"I'm just doing what I think is right."

"It's your doomsday again? There is no record in SCP-152 "Book of Doomsday". We have discussed it a long time ago, and we finally came to the conclusion that the doomsday is just your imagination..."

"Are we going to waste time on these nonsense?" Wingate sneered. Being refuted many times made him want to give no explanation.

——Play the piano to the cow.

Especially the old-fashioned people whose thinking has been solidified by the existing world and for a long time.

"You know, Pisri. If you don't tell the whereabouts of the three SCP objects, this kind of nonsense will continue for thousands of times, and it is estimated that there will not be such a comfortable environment at that time. I can still intercede for you now. In the case of the situation, speak up."

The cowboy lowered his body and asked in a low voice.

"Where did you send those three SCPs, and to whom?"

"How about we proceed directly to the last project?"

Wingate has lived for so long, and he is used to seeing the wind and waves, and the cowboy's words can't shake him at all.

The cowboy shrugged and stood up.

"I'm really giving you a chance. You can't die and don't have a family. It doesn't mean that Dr. Holard can't die or have a family. I'll give you another fifteen minutes to think carefully. Compared with colleagues from the Foundation, I hope I can hear the confession from your mouth in Pace."

"You don't understand Kevin."

"Maybe you will understand in a while."

The cowboy turned and prepared to leave.

At this moment, a strong shock broke out.

Dust kept falling from the ceiling, and the cowboy desperately squeezed his cane to make himself stand still. Two tall bodyguards dressed in black instantly pushed away the guard soldiers, blocked in front of the members of the "O5 Council", and opened the pistol insurance.

"what happened?"

The vibration subsided, and the cowboy asked loudly.

No one can answer him, not even Wingate knows what happened.

After a while, with the sound of noisy footsteps, several civilians walked into Wingate's guard room and whispered a few words in the cowboy's ear.

"what?!"

The cowboy's expression became very surprised.

"Here, in the middle of the city, there appeared a huge wild boar that crashed into the superstructure?! Are you sure you didn't take drugs?!"

"Uh...no."

"...What other effects of the "Plague"? "

The cowboy gritted his teeth and knocked on his cane, and ordered immediately.

"I will take over this place for the time being, let the internal personnel clear the exit, and then contact the external stationed troops to block the block, try to contain or kill the wild boar. At the same time, let the "cemetery guard" pay attention to the dead body in the surrounding cemetery, don't relax your vigilance! "

"Yes!"

--bad feeling.

Chapter 66: The Goddess of War in Pandora's Box