The "founder" coldly swept across the cheeks of those who are the best in various fields, and there was a twitching smile.

"So, please, distinguished sirs, immediately enter the evacuation channel, where the SCP Foundation is solely responsible for it!"

"..."

The well-dressed people looked at each other, and finally agreed with the words of the "founder".

At least for now, the "founder" is still the highest-ranking existence among all the people present.

Just as the "O5" of the Foundation had a headache, the soldiers who had clearly entered the safe evacuation passage returned with the leaders who had left first.

With panic and blood stains on their faces, they flew to the red right-handed officer's side and whispered a few words in his ear.

"What? The evacuation channel is blocked!?"

The officer looked at the soldier in shock. The soldier just nodded silently, and then raised the severed arm that was gnawed away by some creatures.

The demigod’s high level curses, even the lifeless soil has become an abomination.

Had it not been for the red right hand to be equipped with the magical thing of Mental Interruption Alloy, I am afraid they would have to endure the bad luck of mental erosion.

Knowing that the way of retreat was broken, the scene that had just calmed down became commotion again, the "founder" covered his face without saying a word, and said with a voice that seemed to be rubbed against gravel.

"Release the ultimate insurance brought this time, and let those deformities kill each other."

"But……"

The red right-handed officer hesitated, he knew how dangerous the SCP project brought this time.

But before he could give a suggestion, he was torn the neckline with an incredible force and fell heavily on the table.

The "Founder" had a grim complexion and pressed against the face of the officer with the red right hand.

"I said, release the ultimate insurance! Release "SCP-017"! Let it eat all that **** group of **** deformities before entering Wythe Manor! "

The red right-handed officer squirmed his lips, and could only run one word under the terrible power.

"……Yes."

The "Founder" loosened the collar of the red right-handed officer, sat back on his chair as if he had lost his strength, and lit a high-end cigar.

In the not-too-distant past, they stood high above human beings, and contained all aliens with contempt. This is the theme of the SCP Foundation.

But now the monsters who ran away have nothing to do, and they can only rely on alien power to save their lives.

Humans, are they finished? His lost thoughts.

"Tsk tut..."

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice made the "founder" suddenly raise his head.

Looking around, no one spoke, they all grew up looking at the wall behind him.

"Founder" quickly turned around.

In sight, a handsome young man with black hair, a Victorian trench coat and a silver cane was standing there with a scornful smile.

The wall was corroded into a big hole, a black lacquered cave. The ghost deformities stood behind the black-haired youth like guards guarding the king. Some monsters even chewed on the remains of SCP Foundation soldiers...

""Destroyer"……"

The "founder" said painfully the name of the black-haired young man in front of him.

The culprit who created the tragedy of Constanta and continuously pushed the SCP Foundation into the abyss has long been listed as the unique and highest "Keter" level within the Foundation. God".

"My dear gentlemen, good afternoon."

Rope elegantly took off his hat and saluted, but his smile seemed to mock the people present.

"What are you waiting for, soldiers, shoot!"

"Damn! It's so close, let me get out of here..."

"I will cut your budget, I will definitely!"

What are "Red Right Hand and "SCP-017" doing! ? The script for the countermeasures is not written like this..."

In the face of the panicked crowd, Rope just knocked on his cane and took away the mobility of everyone present.

They stood in place like wooden sculptures, unable to move at all.

"Quiet," the black-haired young man said.

"SCP-017... are you looking for this thing?"

He took out an object entangled in black mist from his jacket pocket, and then crushed it in front of the "founder".

The famous "Keter" class project, code-named "Shadow Demon", was killed in such an understatement.

There was not even a trace of resistance.

"Sorry, this kind of creature that must use the shadow to drag the enemy into the Sea of ​​Dirac is too weak. If you want to "contend with poison", you'd better find some more powerful guys. This grade can't even warm up. Let me raise my interest. "

Rope despised SCP-017 and the idea of ​​the SCP Foundation.

"...Weiss Manor has thirty-four identical buildings. How did you find our location in such a short time?"

"Ahem."

Olsen touched his nose and walked out from behind Rope, smiled and greeted the "founder".

"Mr. "O5", I guessed it... You know, I have always been lucky, just like I can guess the dealer's card 55 times in a row... Did I guess your identity too? "

"..."

SCP-181...

Once you get rid of the "Safe" mentality, will you become such a dangerous guy...

The "founder" was shrouded in an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

The monsters gathered together, and their various abilities were a disaster even more terrifying than a nuclear bomb.

"Without killing us right away, what do you want from the "Destroyer"? If you are willing to let us go today, we will definitely give you a satisfactory reward... whatever you want. "

As long as you live, there is hope. At this moment, the "founder" has the same idea as the original "cowboy".

The other leaders also made their own voices and made all kinds of tempting promises, including building a nation for the monsters and providing all material needs...even human beings as food.