"Humph!"

Iris didn't expect that Abel would react so much. She looked at Abel's face and carefully pinched the blade of the sickle and pushed it away from her neck.

If this is because ordinary people dared to provoke Abel, she would have been smashed into pieces by a Semitic female, which shows that she really cares about Iris.

"Night is not the time for a guy like you, go back to your residence."

Abel put away the sickle.

"If I see you on the battlefield again this time, I will cut off your legs at the same time I kill the opponent. Anyway, you have that ability. Does it make any difference to you whether you have a leg?"

"It's terrible! Sister Abel, you are terrible!"

Iris frightened her legs to protect her legs, which were enough to be called the "Gospel of Legs Control".

"I helped you move from Europe to Japan, and brought your coffin to come here with you. As a result, Sister Abel, you have to cut off my leg... ooh."

"Go away!"

In order to avoid continued noise pollution, Abel walked a few steps to the edge of the building.

Looking down, humans and their vehicles are as small as ants, and they are constantly shuttled through the intricate streets, day after day, year after year.

So humans...the Semitic women shook their heads irritably.

At this time, the five senses that surpassed human beings several times captured something, which made Abel interested.

At the end of the line of sight, on the path leading to the suburbs, there was a blond woman in a black robe walking alone.

Abel knew her.

A long time ago, she had fought with this woman, and her fast movement speed and the intervention of the shamisen mask made the battle between the two ended without a winner. Abel was very upset about this.

It seemed like a good opportunity right now-to rekindle the battle that night.

Well, the prey tonight is decided.

The Semitic woman thought happily, she took two steps back, just left the iris behind, and jumped straight from the top of the terrifying high floor.

Iris has nothing to do with this.

...

At the same time, in a European containment area that once belonged to the SCP Foundation, Olsen took time out of his busy schedule and came here, trying to find a stranger who could share his worries.

The "Double-Sided Tree" is too big.

Inheriting the remains of the SCP Foundation, all aspects of things, even if occupying a mask manipulated a lot of human elites to serve them, Olsen still urgently needs talents, especially compatriots who belong to the same position.

"Cain... Miss, do you mind if I call you like this?"

"It's ok."

In front of Olsen was a girl of Arab or Middle Eastern origin, her appearance was between eighteen and twenty-four years old.

She has a tall body of 180cm, short black hair and blue eyes. The girl's upper limbs, lower limbs, and collarbones were replaced by unknown substances and unknown metals, and the forehead was etched with strange runes that clearly came from Sumerian culture.

Originally "SCP-073", the number once given to her by the Foundation was "Cain".

Unlike her codenamed "Abel", this inhuman is very gentle. Although her power form is extremely deadly, the former foundation still gave her an "Euclid" rating and even allowed her to be in the facility. Free movement and conversation.

After the SCP Foundation was destroyed, Olsen released most of the rational aliens. Most of them chose to leave or join the "Double-Sided Tree", but "Cain" still chose to stay in the containment zone where she was held. So Olsen believes that this young lady will definitely be an excellent person to deal with the relationship between humans and monsters...

"I'll be straightforward, Miss Cain, please come and help me."

Olsen sat on the other side of the table, bowing his head slightly.

"The foundation is no longer a shackle that binds you. It is the place where you should be located under the blue sky and white clouds. At least in terms of the fact that we are all heterogeneous, please contribute to this new organization that was still in its infancy. !"

Cain smiled and shook his head.

"I never thought that the organization once became the shackles that bound me. They didn't control me too much, and it's good to stay here. Besides..." She sighed embarrassedly: "The footprints I walked through, food and plants are all Failure to grow, I am afraid that not only will it not help you, but it will also cause you more trouble."

One of Cain's abilities is that the place she walks is limited to a radius of 20 meters. All the land will become extremely barren and not suitable for the growth of any known plants. Also, any objects made by her creatures on the way, such as wooden utensils and paper, will turn to ashes when they touch Cain.

If in ancient times when agricultural technology was underdeveloped, then Cain would not be an exaggeration to be called the scourge of mankind.

After all, there are not many humans who died of famine in history, and land is one of the most important resources even now.

"You should know that nowadays most cities are made up of cement roads, and your ability will not have much impact."

Olsen didn't seem to hear Cain's euphemistic refusal, and he persisted.

This time, the Middle Eastern girl didn't even respond, just drank the white water in the glass quietly.

Olsen gritted his teeth and raised his final weapon.

"Miss Cain, I don't know if you, who are not well informed, are worthy. Someone who has a great relationship with you has now successfully integrated into human life?"

Olsen was talking about Abel, and he knew that Abel followed Rope to Tokyo.

As for whether it "integrated into human life"...Anyway, there are no rumors of a massacre in Tokyo, so it should be his Lord Lope who disciplined him safely. It makes no difference.

"!?"

The killer had an effect, and Cain's expression changed to surprise for the first time.

"Did she... really change?"

"I don't know, why don't you confirm it yourself?" Olsen stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "As long as you promise to join us, we will help you meet her."

Cain was silent.

For Abel, Cain was very guilty.

She wanted to make up for the mistakes made long ago, but Abel had already lost the ability to communicate and became violent and bloodthirsty, destroying everything with a warrior's posture. Cain had hoped that the SCP Foundation could make Abel change, but the Foundation let her down, only suppression and containment made Abel fall into deeper hatred time and time again.

If it can be changed... then...

The girl stood up and nodded to Olson.

"I promise you."

"Great..."

Before Olson was happy, Cain interrupted him.

"However, I have to confirm her status first, and then...I will try my best to help you, whether you want to use my ability like that organization or something else."