The Opening Concocts Aura Recovery

"Let Little Peanut come out and make a big fuss now!"

There is only one opportunity for the SCP Foundation to appear, and that is those weird, weird and mysterious SCP containments.

So before perfecting the settings of the scp foundation, Lin Mo decided to activate the scp containment he had previously fabricated.

With Lin Mo's fabricated points put in, a statue in a corner where no one was around moved...

Atlantis, in a deserted warehouse at a seaport.

Bang bang bang!

A burst of gunfire rang out, and a group of sailors fell to the ground.

"Fake, the money for this cargo ship from China is too little, so that's all I can get!"

After killing the sailors, a group of pirates smoking big cigarettes took an inventory of the boxes in the warehouse with disdain.

"It's okay, at least there are a lot of precious porcelain and tea in the Central Plains, and they can be sold to those royal nobles for a lot of money!"

A pirate sitting on a chair flipped through a chart and exhaled.

"Hahaha, that's right, this time we took down a ship without any loss, let's celebrate."

Hearing what the leading pirate said, the others followed suit.

Then crates of rum and barbecue came up.

"Hey, Charles, what are you carrying, is that wine?"

Just as the pirates were about to celebrate, they suddenly saw a pirate walking in with a strange statue in his arms.

The whole statue is full of weirdness, with a mouth and a nose, and some red spray paint on it.

"Oh, I saw this thing was placed beside our boat, I wonder if there is a light organization eyeing us!"

Charles shook his head and dropped the statue to the ground.

"Illuminati organization?"

Hearing his words, a group of pirates raised their guard.

In the western world, what scares the wicked most is the organization of light and the Knights Legion, which represent divine sanction.

So when these pirates heard that they might have something to do with the Light Organization, they became frightened.

"Don't worry, our secret base was covered up with the help of the Atlantis Army, and it is impossible for the Light Organization and the Paladin Legion to find out."

Seeing how cautious his companions were, one pirate laughed loudly.

Hearing his words, the others relaxed.

"Maybe someone threw it in this warehouse as garbage, leave him alone, drink and drink!"

These pirates are not ordinary pirates, to a certain extent, they are soldiers of Atlantis.

It's just that there are some things that are too restrictive to do in the official name.

So they are both pirates and soldiers.

Naturally, Atlantis will not let them be discovered easily.

The place they are in is an excellent hiding place that neither the Light Organization nor the Paladin Legion will suspect.

After the group of people relaxed, they all turned around, ready to drink to their heart's content.

Scratches!

At this moment, the sound of a stone rubbing against the ground came out.

Immediately after—

Click!

With the sound of a broken neck, a pirate fell to the ground.

"what happened?"

The group of people who had just picked up their wine glasses hurriedly turned around.

They too were intimidated.

"Hey, don't be scary!"

Someone walked up to the downed pirate and patted his face.

However, in the next instant, the neck of the pirate's corpse turned 190 degrees.

"His neck was completely broken. What's going on? Could it be that a master sneaked in?"

The leading pirate hurriedly checked the corpse, his expression changed, and he looked around.

His actions made others panic.

There are even pirates who have already pressed their hands on the gun case.

Compared with the Central Plains where martial arts practice is extremely prosperous and civilized, these ordinary warriors in the West rely more on firearms.

They just looked around, but they didn't find anyone else in the warehouse.