Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Can you know who it is now? That "God of Doom"?Grudge SCP item?Or are the ghosts and ghosts running out one by one with the help of this "plague"? "

"It should be an SCP item, it is not known whether the "God of Doom" exists. "

Another "O5" tapped on the odd laptop.

"We didn't have any paperwork announcements for this operation, it was all sent through encrypted channels. If it wasn't for the US Department of Defense betraying us, giving up our human identity and turning into the arms of monsters, then "SCP-079" must have cracked our encryption. "

Artificial intelligence has always been feared by humans for a reason.

The reason is this, in the network information society, an intelligent life living in a virtual world is almost a devastating blow to the intelligence department.

"'SCP-079' is nothing more than an old AI housed in an old computer that can crack an encrypted channel set up by our professionals in such a short time! ? "The "Founder" tapped the table vigorously, as if questioning the ability of his subordinates.

The "O5" with the computer frowned, obviously he wasn't the one to ask the "Founder" at will.

"You'd better associate "SCP-110" a few days ago with "SCP-079". Maybe "SCP-079" has evolved in that underground city. Who can make sense of non-human things... ...sorry, I have to leave first. "

After speaking, the "O5" packed up his things and walked into the secret passage under the escort of his own bodyguard.

Without waiting for the "Founder" to issue further orders and maintain the chaos in order, several well-dressed middle-aged men walked towards him under the leadership of a sloppy man with a beard. Next to the beard was a man in military uniform. general.

"Mr.01, you'd better give us an explanation."

"We're all here for the damn thing that's going on in this damn world, and then come up with a damn solution that everyone can agree on, and you can't guarantee even the most basic safety? Gentlemen here give you every year Is the huge security fund paid for raising waste?"

"A lot of weapons were sold, but this kind of big profit made me feel bad. Romania, Serbia, Ukraine, it's like people returning to port when they are dying... Now we are let go by you again. Those deformities are trapped, have you been unable to support the order of the abnormal world?"

"People have been questioning us for "Resident Evil". God, if the United States had that kind of biochemical technology, they would have unified the earth long ago, they are really stupid..."

Howling like a duck, making the "Founder" upset.

Unable to bear it, the leader of the SCP Foundation finally broke out and punched the table.

- Bang!

The scene fell silent, and everyone looked at the "Founder" in amazement. Whether in terms of their identity or friendship with the "Founder", this was the first time I had seen such a gaffe scene.

"I'll explain to you, but not now."

The "Founder" coldly swept across the cheeks of those who were experts in various fields, and hung up a twitching smile.

"So, gentlemen, please enter the evacuation channel immediately. The SCP Foundation is solely responsible for this place!"

"..."

The well-dressed people looked at each other, and finally agreed with the words of the "founder".

At least, for now, the "founder" is still the highest-ranking existence among all the people present.

Just when the "O5" of the Foundation were having a headache, the soldiers who had already entered the safe evacuation channel returned with the leaders who had left earlier.

With panic and blood on their faces, they quickly came to the red right-hand officer and whispered a few words in his ear.

"What? The evacuation channel is blocked!?"

The officer looked at the soldier in shock, the soldier just nodded wordlessly, and then raised his broken arm that was eaten by some creature.

The high-level curse of the demigods, cursed even lifeless dirt into an abomination.

If each of the Red Right Hands was not equipped with the magical thing of mind-blocking alloy, I am afraid that they would have to suffer the doom of spiritual erosion.

Knowing that the escape route was cut off, the scene that had just been calmed down became agitated again.

"Release the final insurance brought this time, and let those deformities kill each other."

"But……"

The red right-handed officer hesitated, knowing how dangerous the SCP items brought this time were.

But before he could give his advice, he was tore at the neckline by an incredible force and fell heavily on the table.

The "Founder" had a grim expression on his face as he pressed close to the red-handed officer's face.

"I said, release the ultimate insurance! Release 'SCP-017'!Let it eat all those damn freaks before they enter Weiss Manor! "

The red right-handed officer wriggled his lips and could only run out one word under the terrifying power.

"……Yes."

The "Founder" loosened the collar of the red right-hand officer, sat back on his chair as if he had lost his strength, and lit a high-end cigar.

In the not too distant past, they stood high above humans and contained all alien controls with contempt, which is the theme of the SCP Foundation.

But now, there is nothing to do with the runaway monsters, and they are reduced to relying on the power of aliens to save their lives.

Humanity, is it over?He thought lost.

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice made the "Founder" raise his head sharply.

Looking around, no one spoke, they all stared at the wall behind him with wide mouths.

"Founder" quickly turned around.

In the sight, a handsome young man with black hair, wearing a Victorian trench coat and holding a silver cane was standing there with a contemptuous smile.

The wall was corroded into a large hole, a dark cave, and the ghosts and deformities were standing behind the black-haired youth like guards guarding the king. Some monsters even chewed the remains of the SCP Foundation soldiers in their mouths...