Rope stared at 343 and asked.

"Then I'm very curious, why don't you go back to the past and kill the culprit who caused the world crisis, but like this, you just don't want humans to have this small request to accommodate me in every way?"

"... You, like that crazy person, are neither me, nor the creation of this world. I can't do anything. Mr. Rope, you are real, and I'm just a false existence. How can a false be? Destroy the reality?"

343 shook his head and sighed.

Rope couldn't understand it. Obviously, the old man's words had involved his essence and some secrets of the world, which were too obscure.

Without thinking too much about these irrelevant things, the black-haired young man closed his eyes and meditated for a long time, then nodded.

"I promise you. I will abandon the release of 239, and at the same time try not to kill humans except the SCP Foundation."

"Benefits will help people control anger and hatred, and you will get what you want, Mr. Savior."

The old man gave a relieved smile.

Chapter 74 Chaos is a pearl, dedicated to the great occultist who was born a king

The destruction of the Punofo Field Agent Headquarters and the death of the "O5 Council" member "Black Bird" were known to all the "O5" the next day.

It was not a powerful black-haired inhuman being who did it, but a registered SCP containment item.

"SCP-181" Olsen, one of the most compatible mild aliens in the SCP Foundation.

"Lucky" allows him to do anything that can be added to the chaos theory, just like why an ordinary person can step into the field agent headquarters is incredible, Olsen completed his transformation from human to alien.

In addition to the "cowboys" that Constanta sacrificed for the Foundation, the "O5" who died were already second, and they were still dead in the hands of the SCP containment project that they once regarded as tools and cherished animals.

Not only the "founders", almost all the supreme rulers have noticed a gloomy atmosphere like a storm. They finally remembered that no matter how much power they had, they would still die under the power of inhumans.

Among them, "entrepreneurs" are the most fearful and afraid.

Punofor is a concentrated area where the wealthy gather, and all industries together account for 11% of the SCP Foundation's liquidity.

Don't underestimate this eleven percent.

With the strong financial strength of the SCP Foundation, this is already an incredible number. If there is a problem with Punofo’s funds, let alone the restoration of the Romanian disaster, even the normal operation of the foundation will be hindered.

After all, modern humans are not monsters who live by killing and hatred. Soldiers depend on money. If the Foundation had no money, there would be no soldiers.

Fortunately, the "entrepreneurs" were so apprehensive that they could hardly sleep, but the worst news did not come. The black-haired inhumane seemed to have curtailed a bit, but destroyed the field agent headquarters. Even the "A17 containment area" was safe, and he left Punofo. If he changed the place he had walked before, it would definitely be bloody. Characteristics.

"God, are your eyes still open..."

He drew a cross on his chest as if praying, rejoicing that the "A17 containment area" was safe and sound.

SCP-343...well, leave this aside. If SCP-239 were to break away from the "lie", the "entrepreneur" could not imagine what humanity would become in this catastrophe. The other "O5" must also have the same idea. The highest order on the table, the order to allocate funds to the "A17 tolerance zone" is proof.

But... where do I get the funds...

The "entrepreneur" knows the importance of adding insurance to the "A17 Inclusive Zone", but he is really a clever woman who can't afford to cook without rice, frantically clutching his hair and thinking about where he can make a little money.

Everyone in "O5" has a different division of labor, so the "entrepreneur" does not need to consider the solution to the Rope incident, he only needs to fix the fund's internal capital turnover.

Boom, boom.

The rhythmic knock on the door interrupted the "entrepreneur"'s thoughts.

He frowned, professionally instinctively aware of something wrong.

Obviously, he had already said not to disturb him, and his secretary didn't seem like a guy who would continue to disobey orders after giving clear instructions. Unless it's a terrible report, or...

The "entrepreneur" jumped in his heart, reached under the table with his right hand, pressed the alarm that went straight to the "red right hands" who were stationed in the building here, and took out a pistol from the drawer and held it in his palm.

The cold touch of steel brought false comfort, he adjusted his tie and said softly.

"Come in."

The door was opened.

Blond ponytail, female, looks like his secretary.

The "entrepreneur" breathed a sigh of relief, but within two seconds of letting go, he fell again.

——There are "people" behind the secretary.

Comedy masks in white ceramics, rotten bodies and clothes are like mummies. What's even more incredible is that this obviously disabled body can still move.

The "entrepreneur" breathed quickly, and tremblingly pointed the gun at the mummy.

"Stand there...Don't move..."

There was not much hope, but the comedy mask stood in place very obediently.

It pushed away the woman who stood in front of her, and the corrosive mucus turned her into a pile of sewage that exuded an unpleasant smell in less than ten seconds.

The "entrepreneur" watched the woman who had been entangled with him become this way, unable to vomit even if he wanted to vomit, and his fear tightened his neck tightly.

"You seem to be scared?"

The mummy's voice is kind and flattering, which makes people feel good when they hear it.

"No need, Mr. "O5", I am not here to kill you, I just want to have a good "talk" with you, you can put down that dangerous weapon. In the face of a guest who came with kindness, such hospitality is very rude. "

"SCP-035..."

"Entrepreneur" read out the number of the "Keter" item in front of him with difficulty, and did not put down the gun in his hand.

"The Foundation has been looking for you for three days, but I didn't expect you to come under our noses..."

The mummy, also known as "Occupy the Mask," shook his head and let out a deep sigh.

"Humans are very stupid and very easy to control creatures. Their psychology is unexpectedly simple. With a little spiritual inducement, they can harvest batch after batch of mindless slaves... Oh! Mr. "O5", don't expect Your delay will allow rescue to come. Before coming here again, we have dealt with the soldiers and gentlemen in the houses. To be honest, they are indeed a bit better than what we have seen before... but only a bit. "

"Entrepreneur" eyes widened.

Of course he knew what SCP-035 was talking about.

It is the "Red Right Hands" who are equipped by the Foundation to ensure their own lives.

"No, it's impossible!" He roared in a gaffe: "Don't lie to me! Each of them wears a "Mind Interruption Alloy" helmet, your mind control won't work! "

"Well, that's right."

The mummy confessed openly, and the smile on the mask cracked a little bit.

"But I said, it's not "me", it's "us". "