"Sir!" The same agent ran to his superior in a hurry and reported, "According to the footage from B1..."
"Okay." The chief interrupted him, "I saw..." He stared at the big screen in front of him, his sight fixed on a black area, "He destroyed all video and audio collection within the containment procedures of SCP-738.
The device is right."
"Are you going to detonate the cone bomb? Sir." the agent immediately answered.
"What's the point?" the officer asked without looking back. "Since he knew to destroy all surveillance equipment, it means he was well prepared. How could he move things to the area where the cone bomb was located and operate it?
Woolen cloth?"
"This..." The agent was speechless for a moment.
"This incident reminds us... that there is a need to improve the containment of 738." The commander continued, "It is not enough to install a cone bomb in the middle of the room. We have not considered that when the facility encounters a major
In a crisis, a room without security guards is invaded... Obviously, it is impossible for the intruder to carry an explosive collar..." He paused, "Huh... Speaking of which, today's D-class personnel
This behavior has sounded the alarm for us on many levels. In the future, we should add a set of final protection measures to all SCPs in the event of a total out-of-control crisis in the base where they are located."
"Then... what should we do now? Sir." The agent then asked again.
"Aren't the people who are going to arrest him already on the way..." the commander continued, "We can only hope that... before they arrive, the D-class personnel has not completed some kind of 'deal' that threatens us.
Bar."
"This shouldn't be a problem, sir." The agent replied, "Generally speaking, the deal that D-class personnel will choose is at most 'getting free'."
"Heh..." The commander smiled and adjusted his suit. "Steven, what do you think the IQ of this D-class personnel is?"
It turns out the agent's name is Steven.
"Uh... I have retrieved his information just now, sir." Steven said, took out a form from his pocket, looked down at it and said, "This D-class personnel is codenamed 00250.
His real name is Rudy Austin. He is twenty-five years old this year. After dropping out of high school, his criminal record was almost uninterrupted until he was sentenced to life imprisonment for first-degree murder last year... After testing, his IQ was 83, and he had
Slightly violent."
"83?" The officer looked back at Steven and reached for the form. "Hmph..." He snorted coldly, "This is not right."
"What's wrong? Sir." Steven asked.
"Do you think a person with a below-average IQ (even by American standards) would think of using SCP-294 to deal with SCP-173?" the officer replied sharply, "Before that..." He
He looked at the form again. "Where did he hear about the characteristics of SCP-294?"
"This..." Steven's face turned increasingly ugly, "Could he be..."
"That's right..." the chief responded in a deep voice, "I suspect that he is someone inserted by the Chaos Insurgency (cactus_insurgent) through some means." He thrust the form back into Steven's hand, "If that's true
If so, this information will be meaningless..."
The more Steven thought about it, the more he felt that what the commander said made sense: "Yes...the average D-class personnel can't even control the SCP they are operating. But this person...the first time he used SCP-294, he created a project. This shows that
Not only does he understand the characteristics of SCP-294... but he is testing its bottom line right from the start."
"In short... the capture/elimination of this person must be carried out as soon as possible. The potential threat of letting him operate in the base is too great." The commander continued, "We need to contact more keter-level projects before he can
Control or kill them beforehand, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous..."
…………
At the same time, SCP-738's containment procedures are in place.
Due to the current situation of the base, the security personnel who were originally responsible for guarding here have long disappeared. They either went to the underground emergency refuge area to take refuge, or they have died somewhere else... Anyway, Brother Jue was on this journey.
There was no hindrance at all.
The door to the containment facility is opened from the control panel in its external laboratory, and no access card is required.
After arriving at the experimental area, Feng Bujue carefully destroyed all the monitoring probes and radio equipment in the room and laboratory, and then began to move the three-piece furniture set. He knew very well that he only had to be careful to avoid moving tables and chairs.
Just open the cone bomb in the center of the room.
To make a long story short, after a lot of work, Brother Jue finally sat on SCP-738-2, the high-backed chair. In front of him was the table marked SCP-738-1, and the "throne" scp-
738-3 is located behind him.
"Haha... I didn't expect that we would meet in this way."
After a while, a gentle, mysterious voice sounded from behind Brother Zi.
Feng Bujue turned around and saw a black-haired man.
He was a man of outstanding temperament. He could show the youthful vigor of a twenty-year-old, or the mature humor of a forty-year-old. But no one could tell how old he actually looked...
Secondly, this is also a man with a very charming appearance, although objectively speaking, he is not a handsome man...
"Listen to this tone...you know me?" Feng Bujue replied calmly.
"Yes, you are a famous person..." the man replied with a smile, "...Feng Bujue."
"I see..." Brother Jue smiled.
"Yes, that's it." The other party replied.
"Return" Feng Bujue said immediately.
"Vincent." Vincent replied calmly.
"Oh?" Feng Bujue's eyes changed slightly. He immediately looked the other person up and down, "Haha... I've been looking up for a long time... I've been looking up for a long time..."
These two words of "I have admired him for a long time" do not have any ironic or hypocritical meaning. Brother Jue has really admired his name for a long time.
"Ha... Woody has said a lot of bad things about me to you, right?" Vincent leaned his right elbow on the armrest of the throne. He held his chin with one hand and looked at Brother Jue condescendingly with a chic gesture.
"If you are really Vincent, then there is no need to ask this question." Feng Bujue tapped his temple with his hand, "Can't you just go inside and find the answer yourself?"
"My dear friend..." Vincent showed a charming smile, "You have to know that many times, the 'answer' is not the most important." He paused for half a second and then continued, "No matter what the wisdom of mortals is,
The ultimate, the most powerful wise man who has become a god...all stop at the level of 'answer'. But what's the point? When the former was asked what one plus one equals, he instantly came up with the answer 'two'; the latter
Before someone asks what one plus one equals, he already knows the question and knows that the final answer is 'two'."
Speaking of this, he stared at Feng Bujue and waited for a moment: "Haha... But you, me... why are you so stupid?"
"You are indeed the best." Feng Bujue said, grabbing the chair and turning around, sitting face to face with the other person, "You said a lot of specious nonsense, but you didn't give me an 'answer'.
Even my 'problem' was denied."
"Hahaha..." Vincent shook his head slightly and laughed heartily, "Your reaction is very 'smart', Feng Bujue... the first sentence you said to me was a test. When I called him directly
When your real name is yours, this temptation has a result, and you enter another state... Let me call it - 'Feng Bujue's serious state'. In this state, your thinking speed
, methods, etc., have been significantly improved, and it seems to have reached a 'super-dimensional perspective'."
He pursed his lower lips and saw that Brother Jue's eyes had become a bit more complicated: "Observe yourself from your own perspective, and at the same time observe yourself from the perspective of a bystander, and at the same time observe this person with a personality as vast as the universe."
Bystanders... use this to solve all the problems in time, space, subjective consciousness, and objective reality..."
As he spoke, Feng Bujue's expression also changed, and a rare and true solemnity appeared on his face.
"There are only a handful of people who can reach this level in the human world..." Vincent continued with a smile, "You are worthy of being 'chosen' by Woody, haha... It seems that the deal between him and 'that person' is also
It’s not a loss…”
"Whose deal is he with? What deal? What does it have to do with me?" Feng Bujue asked three questions in a row.
"Don't worry..." Vincent raised his left hand and waved his fingers, "There are some things that you will know when the time comes...I promise."
"Can you respond to my question with something other than nonsense?" Feng Bujue said coldly.
"Okay." Vincent replied with two very brief words, and then stopped talking.
"Hey, hey..." Brother Jue was silent for two seconds, and then complained, "Are you going to tell me that this 'ok' is just a 'no nonsense' answer?"
"That's right." Vincent smiled, "That's right' counts."
Bang——
The next second, a gunshot rang out.
"Why are you doing this?" Vincent looked down at the bullet hole in his heart. Although the bullet went in, no blood came out at all. "I thought you and I had a similar sense of humor?"
"Yes, I am using this sense of humor." Feng Bujue said, picking up the assault rifle again and aiming at Vincent's crotch.
"Okay, okay... let's talk properly." Vincent turned sideways and crossed his legs, "Don't do these unnecessary things."
"Then I won't mince words with you." Feng Bujue knew that the devil in front of him was on the same level of intelligence as Woody. The conversation between smart people can be very profound or very direct, "Be more conscious and use your ability to speak.
Tell me everything you tell me."
"Don't be like this~" At this moment, Vincent's tone suddenly changed. It can't be said that he was trying to be cute, but it did mean something like that. "You are on SCP-738 now...the_devils_deal, as the name suggests...we
It's a transaction." He leaned on the back of the throne and spread his hands, "If you don't pay the corresponding price, you won't get any substantial return, and there's nothing I can do about it..."
At this moment, countless fragments flashed through Feng Bujue's mind: "So it's you..."
"Yes." Vincent said, "That's me." He paused for a second and then added, "Li Ruoyu is also in this 'bet', and I am her bettor." He had already put down the feather.
He took the pen in his hand, dipped it in ink, and said to the parchment floating in the air, "I can tell you clearly. As long as I unlock the seal, she will find that she has fallen in love with you. How about it?"
In this way, you don’t have to be blackmailed by Woody anymore. Do you want to trade?”
"What are the conditions?" Feng Bujue asked immediately.
"Haha... it's very simple." Vincent said, "After a few years, when your life ends..."
boom--
An explosion interrupted Vincent's words.
The door that had been closed by Feng Bujue was destroyed by fixed-point blasting from the outside. In the smoke and dust, a group of dark figures filed in. One of them shouted loudly at Feng Bujue, who was still suffering from tinnitus: "Don't move.
!”
Frequent footsteps and the sound of guns being loaded quickly surrounded Feng Bujue.
"Oh...what a pity." Vincent sighed, "Maybe this is God's will..."
"Wait a minute..." Feng Bujue said, "Even if we can't trade now, in reality..."
"That's impossible." Vincent knew what he was going to say, so he directly denied it. "On other occasions, I have no right to offer this level of deal. The only exception is when you are sitting on SCP-738.
, and... this is your only chance. The next time you sit on this chair, the devil will appear."
"Hmph..." Feng Bujue also snorted, "Okay... maybe this is really God's will."
"Stop talking! Throw your weapons to the ground, stand up, and raise your hands!" The heavily armed security personnel were yelling at Brother Jue. They could not see or hear Vincent, and could only hear him faintly.
A distorted sound echoed around the throne.
"Sorry, let's meet again if we are destined." Vincent said, and disappeared from the throne. The parchment, quills, and ink floating in the air also flew back on their own at lightning speed.
In the long drawer.
"Hurry up and do it! Otherwise we'll shoot!" the security personnel gave the ultimatum.
Feng Bujue had no choice but to put down the firearm, raise his hands, and stand up. He knew...the guys from the SCP Foundation were not police officers. They really didn't mind "executing" their targets.
Yes, let alone D-class personnel, they will kill their own people without blinking an eye.
Three seconds later, several strong men swarmed up, subdued Feng Bujue to the ground, and cuffed his hands again.
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