The Endless Shuttle

"Wingate, let's not talk about the matter of stealing my wine." Kevin said: "During the battle with Mr. Rope, 682's power has increased. If you don't apply for the transfer immediately, we can rely on our existing resources. Within a month of its awakening, the escape event will be staged again."

"I applied for the doubling of various resources, and the application form is on the table and will be sent tomorrow."

"It's just that?" Kevin asked incredulously, "Do you think that getting some special alloys, armaments, and coffee beans will make SCP-682 stay quietly in the cage?"

"I can."

Rope raised his glass.

"Although I have a very good way to destroy it in a short time, it is still possible to let 682 stay here peacefully. Starting today, I may become a frequent visitor in the next few months."

With strong protection, Kevin's attitude immediately came to a 180 degree turn.

"Infinite welcome, Mr. Rope! Of course, if you are willing to cooperate with me in a few experiments, it will only be a few experiments that are not important to you..."

"Kevin."

Wingate glared at his old friend.

"Don't think that Mr. Rope is easy to talk. If he really gets angry, your few old years will probably be more painful than the African black slaves of the last century."

He clearly knew how terrifying the group of occultists was.

Even if it is a great race as strong as Isth, their degree of danger is listed as a higher order. Interstellar priests and great occultists are all powerful lunatics in the multiverse.

Facts have proved that Wingate is still overly worried.

Rope is not a dynamite barrel that explodes at one point-although he does not like to control his anger a lot of times, he is still very tolerant in front of the "allies" he has identified.

Especially these two people are so interesting.

"It's okay, Wingate." Rope waved his hand.

"Occupational disease, who doesn't? Dr. Kevin, if your experiment interests me, I won't be stingy to cooperate."

"I'm starting to like you, Mr. Rope."

"I'm not at all happy to be liked by an old man."

Kevin Holard wasn't angry either, and he offered Rope a glass from afar, and then laughed involuntarily.

"I have never talked so easily with someone like you. The containment objects on the European side risk their lives every time they deal with them. If all the guys can communicate with each other like you, I'm afraid SCP The foundation won't be established, right..."

"Minority is a minority after all, don't expect personal ideas to be accepted by the public." Luopei shrugged: "Be reasonable, from a human point of view, you have done nothing wrong."

If there was no system before, Rope lived in this world, and he supported the Foundation's actions 200%.

——For the continuation of mankind.

The purpose of the Foundation is much more noble than those who promote peace while selling missiles.

Although they did cause many people to die, compared with the continuation of the human race...this is not a big problem, is it?

"Yeah..." Kevin rubbed his eyebrows helplessly: "Humans are still too weak and small, and a little carelessness will be forever. The Foundation has been researching ways to make humans stronger, but the gains are very little..."

"Can't SCP-500 be put into mass production?"

SCP-500 "the panacea".

It can heal all diseases and injuries on the body, and any discomfort can be cured in just two hours with that small piece of red medicine...

"You really know the details of all SCPs..."

Part of Rope's intelligence, Wingate has already told Kevin.

After all, he is the second in command of the facility, it is really inconvenient for him to be shrouded in clouds and fog. Of course, Wingate and Rope didn't mention a word about Isth, the collapse of the world, the occultist and the evil god.

Kevin shook his head.

"A lot of experiments have been conducted, and attempts to artificially synthesize the main components of SCP-500 have ended in failure. The "panacea" cannot be mass-produced, and its quantity is declining every year. "

"Unfortunate news."

"Yeah, it's like I wanted to apply for an SCP-500 for my son with severe pneumonia, but was severely rejected. Wingate often said, there is only one thing I have no objection to, that is, the council is a group of mentally handicapped people."

For comments that were obviously mixed with personal feelings, Rope just drank and didn't take up the conversation.

Wingate clapped his hands and interrupted their silence.

"Kevin, you asked for new researchers in the brain field a few days ago. The approval was approved above, and the list has been sent to me."

"Take a look."

Kevin commanded Wingate naturally, not treating him as his superior at all.

Wingate gave Kevin a stack of materials, and the latter put the wine glasses on the table and looked at them one by one, choosing new researchers he liked.

Immediately, Kevin's hand in flipping through the information stopped.

"What the **** is this?"

As if seeing something incredible, the doctor swears again.

He picked up the paper and patted Wingate angrily.

"Are the people in charge of screening idiots? They actually planned to send a little girl who is not yet seventeen years old here, a place to dance on the tip of a knife? If I were their superior, this group of people should come here. Responsible for the cleaning of 682's cage!"

"Oh?"

Wingate obviously didn't read the information.

He took the paper in Kevin's hand, looked at it for a while and said.

"A researcher at the Institute of Brain Science, Victor Condoria University...excellent grades and published several constructive papers... Doesn't that meet your requirements very well, Kevin."

"I let you see her age!"

"...It's a bit too much."

Wingate frowned.

"If my son is not dead, my great-granddaughter would be about this age..."

"Pause."

Rope interrupted Wingate.

He just heard a name worthy of attention.