Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"The SCP Foundation is too huge. Even if I appoint all the sane monsters, no matter their knowledge level and inhuman madness that can't even graduate from elementary school, they can't fill the upper-level seats swept away, if not for that Mechanical girl, I guess I have to buy some medicine and complain about life..."

"Didn't Occupy Mask give you an answer?"

"Oh my God!" Olsen screamed. "That freak in the toilet! He's so addicted to Romania right now that I want him to be a new batch of decision makers, and guess what? He's saying this" "Little things" just let me handle it, as long as it doesn't leave Romania, it will obey my orders... Is it me crazy, or is the world crazy? "

"Maybe it's your luck again. You can think it's one less nasty guy vying for power with you."

"I'd rather that shit come and fight with me for power and profit than a bunch of pressure on my head now..."

Rope lightly turned the cane in a circle and retracted it into the White Gospel.

he told Olson.

"I will find a way to transfer people from the far east to you. During this time, I will try to squeeze all the guys who have become slaves, and then throw them into the sea or give them to cannibals to eat. Strictly speaking Doing things according to the "old AI" charter won't cause much problems. "

"Uh……"

Olsen was at a loss for words, and asked tentatively after a while.

"Are you sure which 'O5's and dignitaries won't wake up suddenly?There's even such thing as a mind-occlusion alloy, and if, I mean, in case, if something gets them out of control, wouldn't we be in trouble again? "

Rope sneered.

"Mental control is easy to break free, but if it is physical transformation, unless they have the great ability to replace themselves with a body and brain, they can only become our slaves in this life. Besides, they are only temporarily used. Well, unless some of you don't obey my orders, then they are destined to be just a pile of corpses in the future."

Olsen shuddered and said with a smirk: "Boss, I will definitely obey your orders..."

Rope waved his hand in disgust, and the words of compliment came into Olsen's mouth, no matter how angry he was, and he didn't know why.

"The SCP Foundation is already half-dead, and if nothing else happens, I'll stay for another week or so to settle some troubles that you can't settle, such as certain "SCP containment projects".After that, Europe and North America will be left to you to take care of, this mess may spread for a long time, you can shorten it as much as possible.Remember, we're in charge now, and you don't let the backyard be a mess. "

"Boss, strictly speaking, all the chaos is caused by your single-handed violence. We are just small, small, and we have scraped some leftovers..."

"Are you accusing me?"

"No no no! You know, it's just a habit of mine...what is it called, atmosphere adjustment?...Yes! Atmosphere adjustment! Haha, you can leave it to me, hot girl...I mean dark I will do my job as a world rule maker! Including spreading your beliefs! Praise the father of all demons!"

The bad look of the black-haired youth made Lucky really panic.

But Olsen just couldn't control his mouth, and would always try to gag at critical moments. I'm afraid it was thanks to his "lucky" that he survived so well.

"Shut up, you stinky mouse..."

Rope sighed helplessly.

"Occupying the mask and the terrifying old man dominated Romania. After you handed over power, you gradually shifted the focus of the new organization to that country, with Romania as the base and the old nest. If you don't want to kill humans, you need to stand under the sun aboveboard. Time, don't be in a hurry."

"Totally understand, I'll try to fight that shit in the ring in a while."

Olsen touched his head and grinned.

"I have to say, Boss, this kind of jumping up life is really exciting. You should see which researcher who arrested me once, and when you see me again, he almost wets his pants..."

- pat!

A crisp glass shattering interrupted Olsen's words.

All the "people" in the living room stopped their work, and aimed Sen Leng's eyes at the place where the sound came from.

It was a beautiful woman wearing a professional dress and black stockings.Her face was pale, her eyes were red, and she sat on the ground trembling constantly.

"No, I'm very sorry, I didn't mean to sir... Please don't kill me, I'll clean up right away..." She cried and apologized while picking up the glass fragments on the ground with her hands, unaware that it was scratched.

It's no wonder that this ordinary human woman is so flustered, she is afraid to die just by breaking a cup.

In this warm living room with a sea view, not only Rope and Olsen are humanoid inhumans, but also other monsters.

The source of the gluttony that looks like a centipede; the Slender with slender limbs and faceless; the cannibal as a robust little giant; the ghost-faced spirit with five fingers like knives; and two twin slaughter hunters who are playing poker... …

——The real devil's cave.

The demigods were given dominion over the world, and the monsters gathered before the king, serving and humbly obeying orders.

This scene, even if a woman once served as a civilian in the SCP Foundation, could not bear it.A little carelessness will turn into food. The monsters are born with a sense of oppression in the food chain, which makes her tremble even with a glass of wine.

Especially the black-haired young man sitting in the main seat, who is obviously handsome, but the pressure on her is the greatest, and it is completely different from other monsters.

Rope smiled kindly.

"It's okay, it's just a small accident. Miss you'll be fine, just take it easy. You're definitely willing to help me pour another glass of red wine, right?"

"Yes, yes! I'll bring it for you right away!"

The woman pursed her lips and nodded frantically in fear.

After cleaning up the glass slag on the floor and wiping off the drinks, she left the living room as if she had escaped.

"Damn, it seems that our road is really long..."

Watching the female reaction the whole time, Olsen frowned and cursed in a low voice.

He was advocating the coexistence of humans and monsters, and the women's response undoubtedly stabbed a knife in Olson's unfinished ambitions.

The people of the SCP Foundation are still so afraid, let alone the general public, this is definitely not "harmonious coexistence".

"Last request, boss."

Olson asked.