The Endless Shuttle

Chapter 833

Before even five minutes, the white male code-named "Cowboy" in the O5 Council saw the big wild boar raging above his head through satellite live broadcast.

He lit a cigar in a daze, then suddenly turned his head to look at the foundation management in the senior office, cursing and asking.

"Who the **** will you explain to me what the **** is this?"

"...May be an uncontained anomalous creature." A certain researcher whispered.

This sentence lit the dynamite barrel of "Cowboy" like a flame.

He smashed his cane vigorously.

"Nonsense! Of course I know that it is an uncontained anomalous creature. Does a normal wild boar have such a large size and a cyan flame behind it? What I asked is, with such a large size, why did you bunch of trash find it until now? Shouldn't it enter the city, no, should the containment work be carried out within an hour of approaching a populated area? The high salary that the Foundation pays you every year is for you to come to me and put on a bitter face!?"

Simply out of style.

Let such a behemoth enter the bustling area of ​​Constanta and attack the SCP Foundation. He even began to suspect that this was not a heavily guarded headquarters, but a hunting ground in a safari park.

The Foundation soldiers who were trampled by wild boars on the screen made the cowboys firm in this idea.

"How long will the heavy fire support arrive?"

"Sir, this is the urban area, and there are ordinary people. The national military does not agree to use heavy firepower..."

"Damn! Who said this?" The cowboy looked at the replying adjutant with a grim face: "Let him roll off his post within 30 minutes and continue to carry out my orders! Or I will let the incompetent you and him afterwards. Let's take a rocket and go for a ride on the moon!"

"...Yes." The adjutant left the cowboy's office immediately.

Because the peripheral monitors were turned on again, the office was very noisy at one time, and there were deafening roars and wailing before the tragic death of humans everywhere.

The cowboy is unmoved. He frowned and saw that the rockets arranged by the soldiers hadn't even scratched the skins of wild boars and continued to damage the wreckage of the collapsed building, and then asked.

Hasn't the "25B containment zone" been attacked under the sea? Are you sure that this is the only place to be attacked? "

"Yes, sir. Everything is normal in the 25B containment zone."

"It's weird..." The cowboy murmured, "Obviously there is nothing that can attract anomalous creatures here, so why don't the department stores with more human beings nearby attack here, but just attack here...Huh?"

His keen eyes suddenly spotted an unusual scene in the satellite image.

"Enlarge the lower right corner again." The cowboy ordered.

After zooming in, the clear sight made the cowboy's eyes widen involuntarily.

"this is……"

In the picture, a young man with black hair and blue eyes is slowly advancing towards the big wild boar that others shunned. During this period, anyone who hindered him from advancing, whether it was soldiers who were discouraged by the Foundation or the people fleeing, was burnt into coke by several arcs surrounding him.

The cowboy watched the young man tear off the head of a certain soldier again at an inhuman speed, and couldn't help taking a breath.

——Yes, this is the "subject"!

I have seen many SCP items that are not "one", and the cowboy easily applied their characteristics to the mysterious black-haired youth.

And this killing and power to humans...100% "Keter" level!

Did you learn about the existence of anomalous creatures in the Foundation from somewhere? So is it retaliation or targeted destruction? Why did it choose to attack at this time? The cowboy instantly associates a lot.

But seeing the black-haired young man approaching the ruins of the building, the situation had reached the point where he could not continue to think about it.

There is only one exit here. Once the hostile anomalous creature with a human appearance opens the several reinforced gates leading to the underground, none of the people here will be able to escape, and all of them will have to die tragically here.

"Contact me Dr. Gales from the 25B Inclusion Zone." The cowboy immediately ordered: "The highest priority order, let him dispatch the "Pandora's Box" that can be used, as well as some of the heavily armed task forces stationed there. Before that monster kills all of us, we must stop it! "

"However, the plan of "Pandora's Box" has not yet succeeded, and there are still many problems..."

——Boom!

The sound of the shooting burst into the office.

The personal bodyguard dedicated to "Cowboy" is like a ghost without blood and tears, silently putting away the beautifully customized Colt M1911.

"The order of "O5" is the highest priority. "

The cowboy stared blankly at the high-levels who had been at Constanta for too long.

"Now, who has any other opinions? I accept any complaints afterwards, but don't question me with some mentally handicapped reasons at this time."

The huge human organization is operating quickly, and with the unlucky ghosts on the ground as an example, the senior management has demonstrated a 200% work efficiency to complete the "cowboy" instructions.

At the same time, they also recalled the authority and horror of the SCP Foundation's "O5 Council" after a long absence.

——

While Rope pushed to the SCP Foundation headquarters building, the massacre was full of excitement, while the deep-sea "25B containment zone" far north of the Constanta coastline was as lively as ever.

In a spacious room that was specially fortified, elite soldiers in full gear were stumbling, and some of them were even twisted into strange appearances, and they couldn't die anymore.

If the "cowboy" could see this scene, I'm afraid it would immediately jump into a rage.

Because this is what he calls "Pandora's Box".

To be precise, it is "Task Force-Omega 07-Pandora's Box".

A new task force, born out of the "Interaction Execution of SCP Containment Projects", adopts the method of combating poison with poison to form a formation of SCP containment objects with powerful forces that can be controlled to perform special high-risk missions. But because it was the early stage of its establishment, SCP containment items that were obedient and powerful were not so easy to find, and could only be filled with some soldiers. The consequence is that the nominal "chief" of this force is often dissatisfied with her team members.

The current situation is nothing more than "training" after another dissatisfaction.

In the corner of the room, soldiers armed with miniature submachine guns looked at their chief in horror. His right hand was trembling constantly, as if even his speech ability had deteriorated.

"Sir, sir. Please, I really can't go on..."

He begged for mercy, but the "people" in front of him did not listen to dissuasion at all.

Slowly approaching the soldiers was a beautiful Semitic woman with an angry face.

She has black hair and grey eyes, is about 1.8 meters tall, and wears a tattered white robe that does not match her delicate appearance. She could see that her skin was full of mysterious symbols and demonic patterns. In contrast to the soldiers' high-tech submachine guns, the Semitic women only have a tattered iron rod in their hands.

Afterwards, this tattered swiftly penetrated her head.

So far, apart from a blond and blue-eyed girl shivering far from the edge of the room, there was no soldier who could stand.

"waste!"

The Semitic women yelled at the soldier's corpse.

"Begging for mercy in battle, I even feel that killing you personally is a kind of mercy to you and an insult to me! Soldiers like you are not worthy to live in this world! Disgusting, disgusting!"

Then she changed into the ancient Semitic language and made another swearing, and dropped the blood-stained iron rod beside the corpse.