The Endless Shuttle

Along with the intermittent wailing of other soldiers, a helpless voice came from the speakers on the ceiling.

"Abel, you started again."

——Boom!

The moment she was still on the ground, the woman called "Abel" hit the steel wall with a fist, strangely knocking the "wall" out of the cracks in the glass.

Slowly, the false image of the metal wall disappeared, and behind the high-strength glass was an observation room full of researchers in white robe.

The old man standing on the console sighed, and Abel's angry eyes could almost burn him.

"Don't talk to me in that false voice! One more time! I will immediately pull out your spine and make a whip!"

"..."

It seems that "SCP-076" is in a very bad mood...

Gales closed his mouth sensibly, and calmly sent the "new mission" he was about to say to the little blonde girl in the corner of the room.

With a small sound, the little girl in a soldier's uniform took out the mini-tablet in her arms in a panic, and talked to the Semitic female with a smirk.

"Sister Abel... a new task is coming."

Good job, Iris! At the end of the mission, I will definitely give you a new computer personally! Pink!

Gales silently gave a compliment to the little SCP-105 girl who is also an SCP containment but is obviously more obedient than SCP-076.

"Humph!"

Iris' words made Abel control her anger. She withdrew her fist that was about to break the glass, walked up to the blonde girl without saying a word, and grabbed the tablet and looked at it casually.

Immediately, Abel's eyes lit up.

She smashed the tablet, ignored Iris's heartbroken expression holding the fragments, and returned to before the observation glass.

"You finally found me a good opponent, and slaughtering those weak humans almost bore me." Abel changed to the Ancient Semi again, and it was rare to say two words of compliment.

"So, did you take this mission?" Gales asked.

"Of course. He is mine, no one is allowed to grab it!"

Abel turned around and kicked a certain unlucky ghost who was holding his arm to cool down, kicking him a long way.

"If I can survive this time, I allow you to continue to follow me and give you five minutes to prepare. This time you are likely to face a truly powerful and respectable opponent who will cheer me up."

"Yes……"

There was a weak response, the soldiers dared not ink, and immediately mixed with each other and walked to the medical room, ready to go into battle with injuries.

Chapter 67 The Ancient Undead Warrior, The Battle in Front of the Secret Gate

The originally prosperous Constanta Center Avenue gradually moved closer to the ruins under the ravages of "wild boars."

Stepping on the wreckage of the collapsed building, Rope squeezed the cervical vertebrae of a Foundation soldier casually, took out a handkerchief and wiped his **** palm.

Now basically all the soldiers in his sight have been tragically killed, except for some ordinary people who hid in other buildings and dared not make a sound. This area is abnormally quiet, only the fire burning wood after the battle. Creaking sound.

"Is only this strength..."

The black-haired youth frowned.

——The number is too small.

He is ready to fight a group army. Not only that, but the "Red Right Hand" task force that is rumored to belong directly to the "O5 Council" hasn't even seen any of them. Conquering the periphery of this building is simply boring.

Is it possible that Chengdu is concentrated underground?

Rope then ordered the "Wild Boar" to use its majestic fangs to clean up the debris of the building.

After prying open the ceiling of the basement, in the corner of the darkened space, the door to the underground is not unexpectedly closed. In order to deal with emergency situations, a special alloy wall is placed on the outside.

But these "protective measures" are a joke to Rope.

Whether it was violent demolition or the calcification of the "water of death", it took him little effort to enter the SCP Foundation.

With a deep buzzing sound, Rope stood up from the edge of the big hole.

At the end of the sky, countless armed helicopters appeared in sight. The armored vehicles that came slowly at the end of the street also set up their positions, and continued to carry out heavy firearms.

The soldiers that emerged one after another were not dressed in SCP Foundation uniforms, but rather native Romanian troops.

The arrival of troops in countries controlled by the Foundation is extraordinary.

With the long-lost conscience of the black-haired youth, it is natural that they will not be passively beaten because of the right and wrong of their opponents. It is important to know that in the chaos just now, civilians were trampled to death. He just glanced slightly, and ordered the "Wild Boar" before the negotiator picked up the horn.

"Go on, crush them."

The ruthless command was given, and countless crazy monsters poured out from Rope's shadow at the same time.

Taking into account the poor performance of the "Wild Boar" against the air, the Bayakir rushed into the sky with armed helicopters in groups. Although their individual performance is not guaranteed, they are better than the increasing number, even if they use their bodies to obstruct the propellers, they can make those fragile and delicate modern weapons fall down.

The gunfire didn't stop for a moment, and it blasted again in this street.

Rope stopped and watched for a while, feeling that the **** slaughter battlefield was less interesting than before, so he jumped down into the basement of the building.

At the moment it fell to the ground, a bullet wrapped in blue smoke was precisely clipped to the fingertips of the black-haired young man, and then what came was the sound of gunshots that could shake the ceiling down.

Turning his head, at the official entrance of the underground space are soldiers who have been ambushing.

It's just that these soldiers are different from the SCP Foundation and Romanian native soldiers. Their equipment is more sophisticated, and the coat of arms on their uniforms is also a carefully crafted special pattern.

Rope did not look at the trash soldiers, his sight was attracted by the two human figures on the edge of the soldiers.

The tall and tall elder sister with tattoos and olive skin, and shyly holding a photo, is more like a cosplay blonde petite girl than a soldier.

He wasn't sure about the blond girl, but the olive-skinned royal sister was 100% non-human-it could be seen from the gray eyes occupied by excitement and killing intent.

In silence, before the soldier with the Barrett M82A1 sniper rifle had just attacked Rope, before he had time to pull the bolt, Sister Gao Dayu crushed his head with one foot in a state of excitement. The soldiers around just trembled, and there was no other action. It seemed to them that the massacre of the subordinates for no reason seemed to them.

"From now on, this is my battle, you all get out of here!"

"learn!"

The blonde girl agreed faster than anyone else.

It was like magic, she immediately got into the photo she was holding, obviously it was a torment for her to bear Rope's pressure here.

This ability...