The Endless Shuttle

When it comes to fighting with real swords and guns, Rope doesn't need the insignificant modern power of the SCP Foundation. But when it comes to the control of the real society, the collection of intelligence and information, and the proper handling of various trivial matters, the reason why there are so many people is easy to highlight.

In summary, if SCP-682 really destroys this place and Wingate Pisri is transferred, then Rope will undoubtedly lose a good help and even cause a lot of trouble.

"Pisri, are you sincerely ally with me?"

"You suspect that I'm lying?"

Wingate shook his head and said helplessly.

"I have revealed all the secrets that have been buried for decades. Now you are just an old man who has no descendants and cannot die. I just want to end my curse as soon as possible, and then rest like a "hero." , Buried with my wife who has been dead for many years. "

This is Wingate Pisri, the only tragic wish of a person who has stepped into the mysterious world by mistake.

Rope looked at Wingate for a while, then nodded.

"You convinced me. The containment of SCP-682 failed, and I will help you deal with it."

"Great!" Wingate's expression instantly relaxed.

He smiled.

"Do you need any weapons? Rifles? Individual rocket launchers? Or some strange casting materials? Fortunately, Toys, I still know some things about occultists, and I can try to prepare them for you now... "

"Nothing is needed."

Rope continued his actions and pushed open the door of Wingate's office.

Outside the door, there were a few heavily armed soldiers standing. They were wondering why there was a new face in the office of the Site Director, who had never seen it before, looking at each other for a while, not knowing how to react.

"You." Rope pointed at the soldiers.

"Take me to where SCP-682 is."

"Listen to him, soldiers." Wingate added in time: "Now in this facility, this gentleman has the same level and authority as mine."

"...But, Director Peasley."

One of the soldiers who looked like the leader said embarrassedly.

"According to the regulations, we are responsible for taking you to a safe place..."

A trace of displeasure flashed in Pisri's eyes, and he said vigorously, knocking on the table.

"Here, I am the rule! All the responsibilities are borne by me. Now you immediately take this gentleman to the place of SCP-682, don't ask why! If you still want your friends and comrades to live, just do as I said. Do!"

The command was executed well.

In the end, it was the high-quality soldiers who dealt with special events. They hardly said any objections along the way, but silently and quickly took Rope to the place where SCP-682 went violently.

After walking through the inner building like a maze, Rope and the soldiers came to a huge cave.

The lighting at the top of the cave malfunctioned, and the surrounding area was completely dark. From time to time, there was the sound of guns firing and roaring dragons.

"Do you need night vision?"

"Save it for yourself to rescue your friends."

Rope took a few steps forward, stepping on a rock and looking down.

The pitch-black pit is unobstructed under the effect of the Eye of True Seeing.

A monster launched a torture in it.

A lizard as big as a dragon, covered in dark green scales, and extremely strong limbs.

It is like forging of steel, and the bullets burst on its scales to bloom countless beautiful sparks, but they can't hurt the slightest. And every time a lizard attacked, it would take away the lives of one or two soldiers, turning them into the most basic nourishment, and replenishing the minor injuries caused by the high-strength acid.

SCP-682-the immortal lizard.

Suddenly, SCP-682 seemed to be feeling something, stopped its slaughter, and cast its murderous and angry eyes on Rope.

The strongest demon king, the most terrifying undead and evolutionary.

Two non-human beings met.

PS:

SCP Foundation item level.

"Safe": Individuals or objects that are effectively and reliably contained.

"Euclid": An individual or object whose behavior cannot be correctly predicted.

"Keter": A project that is extremely hostile and destructive to humans and civilization.

"Anomalous": An item whose value and grade are to be assessed.

Chapter 11 The immortal is immortal, the battle of two inhumans

Gradually, the sound of gun firing disappeared.

Soldiers who fought with SCP-682 also realized something "what" had happened, and stopped the attack one after another, either took the initiative, or retreated upwards upon the reminder of their teammates.

The black-haired youth and the lizard looked at each other for a long time.

It wasn't until a gray-haired old man in a researcher uniform was brought up that Luo Pei shifted his sight slightly.

"We meet again, Dr. Kevin Holard. But you don't seem to be as energetic as you were just now."

"Ahem."

Kevin coughed with a pale face. Although he was not directly attacked by SCP-682, the destructive power still caused the elderly doctor to lose half of his life.

"Pisley and you... have reached some agreement?"

"Yes." Rope said with a wave of his hand.

"Quickly get out of here, I will take over the containment of SCP-682 from now on. Almost at dinner time today, you will see a dying lizard in a cage - or the body of a lizard again."

"682 is immortal..."

Kevin tried his best to get a thick pile of information paper from inside his shirt. Even though he himself was covered in dust, the information was still protected as new.

"The European execution test once quantized it, but after returning to the normal laws of physics, SCP-682 immediately regenerated a brand new body... and then we have no way to repeat that test... I hope this information will be useful to you help."

Kevin handed over the 682 file that he almost kept for his life.

There are many doctors in the SCP Foundation with weird, crazy, and horrible personalities, but this one in front of Rope undoubtedly has the most orthodox notion of human goodness. For the "correct" plan, he can even follow the strict rules of the Foundation. Abandon it like a shoe.