I created a foundation

Saeko was not someone who didn't know how to be grateful. She struggled to stand up and thank these "friendly forces" who saved her life.

However, she did not notice that the eyes of those so-called "friendly forces" looking at her were not gentle or kind at all, but were filled with even stronger vigilance and scrutiny than when they faced the monster just now.

In the field of view of Kasumigaoka Utaha's tactical eyepiece, a completely different scene is clearly presented.

Although the purple-haired girl in front of him was seriously injured, the biological energy reaction emanating from her body was still astonishingly powerful, far beyond the scope of ordinary people.

The ancient sword in her hand was like an energy black hole, constantly emitting a highly concentrated psychic radiation filled with violence, murder, and an ominous aura. According to the terminal's preliminary assessment, the sword itself was at least a "dangerous" level anomaly.

A mysterious humanoid entity capable of holding a "dangerous"-level anomalous object and engaging in a prolonged battle with another "tiger"-level anomalous creature without dying.

According to Article 12 of Chapter 3 of the Foundation's Operations Manual, the potential threat level of this undefined, powerful third-party entity is even higher than that of known anomalous creatures with relatively fixed action patterns.

"Captain, the situation at the scene is under control. No other abnormal vital signs have been found." A team member reported calmly through the communication channel.

Kasumigaoka Utaha's gaze was fixed coldly on the blood-soaked kendo girl, who was about to stand up. Her genius writer's brain instantly completed all the intelligence analysis and weighing of the pros and cons.

Regardless of whether this girl is a friend or foe, she must be treated as a threat of the highest order until she is fully investigated, interrogated, and even "purified."

This is the foundation's "procedural justice" and an absolute rule to ensure the organization's own safety.

She raised her hand and gave a concise and cold instruction to a member of the team who was already prepared and in charge of assault and control, using tactical gestures that only internal members could understand.

——"Control the target."

The team member understood and nodded. He put away the energy rifle and pulled out a high-tech, black, pistol-shaped electric shock gun from his waist.

He took a step forward, took advantage of the blind spot, and silently went around behind Busujima Saeko.

At this moment, Saeko had just recovered from the fierce battle of life and death, and her mind was still immersed in the trance of surviving the disaster and speculating about these mysterious "friendly forces." She was completely unaware that the most deadly backstab from her "allies" was already within reach.

Just as she was using the knife to support herself on the ground, preparing to struggle to stand up and start to say thank you.

A cold, dangerous metallic touch suddenly pressed against her back.

Saeko's pupils suddenly shrank!

But it was too late for her to react.

"Zi la——!"

A sharp, high-voltage current explosion sounded!

The powerful electric current of tens of thousands of volts penetrated her clothes in an instant and hit her body fiercely!

"Uh……!"

Saeko groaned in agony. Indescribable, piercing pain and numbness instantly spread throughout her limbs. Her body, like a fish thrown ashore, convulsed and spasmed uncontrollably.

The "Muramasa" in her hand fell to the ground with a clang due to the paralysis of her arm muscles.

She used up her last bit of strength and turned back with difficulty and disbelief.

She saw that the armed team member who had just fought a bloody battle with the monster and was supposed to be her "comrade-in-arms" was looking at her with a cold, emotionless look, and the electric shock gun in his hand was still emitting wisps of green smoke.

She looked back at the leading, dark-haired senior who was as proud as a queen. Her eyes were just as cold as a block of ice that hadn't melted in a thousand years.

why?

Why...are you attacking me?

A feeling of betrayal, anger and confusion, colder and more painful than being pierced by the monster's claws, was like the most potent poison, instantly devouring her sanity.

"Follow standard procedures and incapacitate the target." Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at the twitching girl lying on the ground and continued issuing orders in her usual cold and calm tone. "Confiscate her weapons and restrain her with an A-restraint belt. Afterwards, bring the target back to base and hand her over to the research department for interrogation and capability assessment. Based on the final danger level, we'll decide whether to contain her or have her memory erased."

Her voice was as calm as if she was handling an inanimate, cold "object".

"Yes!"

Two fully armed investigators stepped forward and tied up Busujima Saeko, who had completely lost her ability to resist, tightly with an A-level restraint belt made of a special alloy that could suppress extraordinary energy.

Saeko didn't struggle anymore.

The strong electric current paralyzed all her muscles, but the heart of the strongest swordsman became unprecedentedly cold and clear at this moment.

She gave up all the meaningless questioning and yelling.

She simply used her purple eyes, which seemed even deeper due to anger and humiliation, to memorize the faces of everyone present one by one, and the strange circular logo composed of three arrows on their bodies.

Her brain, stimulated by the intense electrical current and filled with extreme anger, began to work frantically at an extraordinary speed.

Chapter 0047: Good, you succeeded in pissing me off! Welcome, this is the SCP Foundation

The high-voltage current of tens of thousands of volts, like countless violent electric snakes, completely took over Busujima Saeko's body in an instant.

Her nervous system was forced to issue erroneous, chaotic commands. Her muscles spasmed violently from excessive, uncontrolled contractions, bringing waves of excruciating pain. Her vision went blank, and her ears were filled with a piercing buzzing sound from the electrical shock.

Any ordinary person in this situation would lose consciousness completely in an instant, or even die directly from cardiac arrest.

But Busujima Saeko is not an ordinary person.

Her "sword heart" that was as tough as steel, forged through more than ten years of rigorous and almost self-abuse sword training, was like an unchanging reef standing in the raging waves, clinging to the last bit of clarity at the last moment when her consciousness was about to be completely destroyed by the violent electric current.

It was precisely with this last bit of clarity that she made the calmest and most correct tactical judgment in that hell of less than a second, a mixture of severe pain and paralysis.

The number of enemies is unknown, but there are at least five of them.

The equipment was unheard of. It was some kind of high-tech energy weapon with enormous power.

Their actions were professional, coordinated, and ruthless, and they were obviously the elite troops of a certain organization who had undergone rigorous training.

I was seriously injured and exhausted, and at this moment I had completely lost control of my body due to the high-voltage electric shock.

Conclusion: Any form of direct resistance is meaningless and will only lead to more thorough and humiliating repression, or even... death.

The only way to survive is to show weakness.

Disguise yourself as a harmless, completely unconscious lamb to paralyze these "hunters" who think they have succeeded. Then, when they are most relaxed and least expecting it, use all you have to give them the most deadly and thunderous blow!

This thought, filled with humiliation and murderous intent, flashed through her mind.

So, she followed the current that sent agonizing pain through her body, very cooperatively giving up all struggle for control of her body. Her tense muscles instantly relaxed, and her eyes, burning with purple flames of anger, slowly closed. Like a rag doll with all its bones removed, she completely collapsed.

In the eyes of those "investigators", their target has completely lost consciousness.

"The target has been neutralized. Repeat, the target has been neutralized." The team member who launched the attack calmly reported through the communicator.

"Handle it according to the procedure." Kasumigaoka Utaha's cold voice sounded without a trace of emotion.

Two team members stepped forward and bound Saeko's wrists and ankles tightly with a cold, metallic, unidentified material. The moment the restraints touched her skin, they automatically tightened, adjusting to the perfect tightness that prevented her from exerting force but wouldn't cause limb necrosis due to blood circulation restriction.

Then, they sealed up her "Muramasa", a sword that had fallen to the ground and looked awe-inspiring, in a specially made, long storage box.

After doing all this, they lifted the "unconscious" Saeko from the ground, one on each side, like a piece of cargo, and walked towards the oppressive, dark commercial vehicle at the entrance of the alley.

As she was being lifted up, Saeko's body swayed slightly with their steps.

But beneath her tightly closed eyes, the heart of the strongest swordsman was unprecedentedly clear, calm, and filled with cold murderous intent.

Her senses were heightened to the extreme at this moment.

She used her ears to distinguish.

There were five footsteps in total. Three of them were steady and powerful, clearly the men in charge of the battle. The other two were lighter, one of which was the cold, black-haired woman who had given the order.

She uses her own skin to feel.

The flow of air, the change in temperature, and... the aura of the five "enemies" that emanated from them, which was a faint, yet real, aura of extraordinary beings belonging to their "same kind".

She uses her own brain to build.

Based on the source, distance, and rhythm of the footsteps, she constructed a perfect 3D battlefield map in her mind, like the most sophisticated radar, which included the real-time positions of the five enemies.

She uses her soul to remember.

She remembered the voice of the black-haired woman, the face of the blonde girl, and the unique breath of life in each of them, which was as irreplaceable as DNA.

When she was carried onto the commercial vehicle filled with the smell of metal and electronic equipment, a silent, murderous "counterattack planning meeting" that belonged only to her had quietly unfolded in her cold and clear inner world.

The vehicle began to move smoothly.

Inside the carriage, the investigators seemed to have relaxed their vigilance a little due to the successful completion of the mission, and began to talk in a low voice in an encrypted communication language that she could not understand.

The "unconscious" Busujima Saeko lay quietly on the cold floor of the carriage like a captured and precious trophy.

Nobody knows.

This beautiful "prey" who seemed to have completely lost her ability to resist, was flashing a dangerous, venomous light under her tightly closed eyes.

The "evil ghost" in her heart did not fall asleep because of the paralysis of her body.

Quite the opposite.

It was completely awakened by this unprecedented humiliation of being "betrayed".

It only temporarily retracted its fangs and claws that were powerful enough to tear everything apart.

It's waiting.

Patiently, waiting.

Waiting for the next time, when the car stops and the door opens, that one, the only one who can deliver the fatal blow...

Time to strike back.

In the night, the black commercial vehicle, like a silent steel behemoth, drove silently out of the city and finally turned into a huge, long-abandoned warehouse complex near the port.

Saeko Busujima, who was in a coma, used her keen hearing to clearly distinguish that the vehicle drove through the bumpy dirt road and finally stopped in a huge, enclosed space.

Is this where they are? Their base?

A secret base disguised as an abandoned warehouse? Pretty standard procedure.

A thought of "that's all" just arose in her mind.

The next second, she felt that the entire car body, along with the ground beneath their feet, began to sink vertically at a steady and high speed!

It is a large lifting platform!

This intense feeling of weightlessness, like riding in a high-speed elevator, instantly extinguished the flame of resistance that had just ignited in Saeko's heart like a basin of ice water.

The fact that they were able to build a large high-speed elevator capable of carrying heavy vehicles in a place like this without anyone noticing showed that the financial resources, material resources, and ability to infiltrate the authorities of this organization were far beyond her imagination.

I don’t know how long I sank, maybe a minute, maybe three minutes.