The Endless Shuttle

Luo Pei looked satisfied, and even the consumption he had just fought was over-replenished.

"How caring, it not only helps me relieve the blood boiling, but also replenishes my physical strength and consumption at the end. Seriously, you should not be classified in the "Keter" level project. A kind lizard like you should stay in the zoo. Play games with kids. "

"...You monster."

"Me? A monster?"

Rope pointed to the Immortal Lizard in disbelief, then pointed to himself.

"Is this the word you heard from the researcher? I can guarantee that anyone in the world standing in front of you and me will conclude that you are a monster."

With a wave of his hand, part of the heat absorbed was fed back into the cave, and the frost on the rock immediately changed, forming dewdrops.

Coupled with the moisture in the atmosphere, a transparent looped water rope floated out of Rope's fingertips.

"The play is over, the time to go home can't be postponed any longer. 682, it's really nice to fight with you."

Form, then split.

More than thirty looped water ropes were tied firmly in place before 682 could react.

Of course the lizard was not reconciled to just catch it.

The final "evolution", in addition to its ability to absorb and release heat, has further improved its physical fitness.

It rioted, trying to break free from Rope's restraint, the rock shattered in the tumbling of the big lizard, and the deafening roar.

But this time, the black-haired young man who didn't want to play did not continue to watch.

Before 682 earned the dehydrated rope, his palm turned into a gray corpse, and the magic power of "Book of the Necromancer" acted on it, straight through the scales of the immortal lizard.

Withered, weakened, died--

Multiple negative occult barriers unfold in SCP-682's body, just like opening a "gate" to it, constantly offsetting the eternal life force of the immortal lizard.

Visible to the naked eye, 682's posture was wilted.

"You will regret it..." The Immortal Lizard said weakly: "They will be like to me...strap you with steel bars...and soak in disgusting hydrochloric acid...you will regret it. "

"These are things I need to worry about."

Luo Pei held 682's head close to its profile and whispered

"Stay well in the asylum, I'm starting to have a little interest in you, 682. If you behave well enough, I might come to see you and chat with you or something. In the end, we will become "friends" "Maybe. "

SCP-682 is the most immortal and unique creature he has ever seen.

It is simply normal to have a strong interest in the existence of Rope's whole body bathing in the "abnormal".

"……Humph."

Don't know if he has no strength, or sneered at Rope's words, 682 closed his eyes.

In a short while, its vital signs disappeared.

Luo Pei knew that this was another "evolution" that 682 had planted in order to deal with him.

But before that, SCP-682 didn't think of any major accomplishments. It will be as weak as a child, and even a soldier can easily stand on its head and dance.

Rope completed the first job after the alliance with the SCP Foundation.

"SCP-682"-Recontained.

Chapter 13 A Banquet of Allies, familiar names come into view

SCP-682 was escorted back to the cage by the soldiers.

It is conceivable that after this incident, more stringent custody and containment measures will be waiting for it.

But those details are not something that Rope needs to worry about. He only needs to ensure that Wingate Pisri can sit in the leader position of this facility and not let SCP-682 indirectly hinder his trial.

The night fell amidst the hustle and bustle of the institute.

Rope; Wingate Peasley, Kevin Holard, the most powerful and powerful people in the three institutes, gathered in the luxurious director's office to celebrate their small victory.

Luo Pei wanted to leave directly, but he really couldn't cover the warm invitation of the old man. He stayed with the intention that his allies should be familiar with it.

The doctor in glasses was sitting in a wheelchair, holding a glass of red wine in his hand and chatting.

"I watched your battle video before I came. To be honest, Mr. Rope, I am still thankful that we are not enemies. Wingate made a wise decision. With your demonstrated ability, 100% will It was summarized in the list of the most dangerous "Keter"-level items... and even reminded me of the "Pandora's Box" that is still in the backup plan..."

Because of 682's "masterpiece", although he did not hurt his spine, the symptoms of torn leg muscles made him stand up in a short time.

Hearing that, Ropey's expression when he was drinking became a little weird.

"Dr. Kevin, are you sure you want to talk about these things in front of me?"

"Forehead……"

Kevin was stunned, and immediately reflected the impoliteness in his words.

He said helplessly.

"Sorry, this is just...description, yes, description. I have no intention of offending you..."

"Haha, don't embarrass him, Lope, there is nothing else in Kevin's poor head except research. After staying in the Foundation for a long time, he will subconsciously classify them into the category of containment objects when he sees alien creatures."

Wingate smiled and walked over with the bottle, added red wine to Rope, and then raised his glass.

"Here, let the rules of the Foundation go to hell, the council's mentally handicapped people can't control it. For my refusal to be transferred, for Kevin's life, for Mr. Rope's victory, and for our plan, cheers!"

The final "plan", Pisri was clearly telling Rope.

"... Pisri, can you explain what you are holding?"

"Um?"

Wingate took a sip and looked at the bottle in his hand.

"The Lafite Castle in 1982, I took it from your room when you were in the infirmary. Is there any problem?"

"...You bitch."

No wonder it feels so familiar.

Kevin sighed and looked at the red wine in the glass with no interest.

Apart from researching, his only remaining pleasure is collecting wine. It is difficult to transport materials here, and he has been reluctant to drink this bottle of wine for a full year, but now his old friend has taken it out to be generous.