Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"I watched your fight video before I came. Seriously, Mr. Rope, I'm still glad we're not enemies, and Wingate made a wise decision. With the ability you've shown, [-]% will Included in the list of the most dangerous "Keter"-level items...even reminds me of the "Pandora's Box" that is still in the backup plan..."

Because of 682's "masterpiece", although he did not injure his spine, the symptoms of torn leg muscles made it impossible to stand up in a short period of time.

Hearing this, Rope's expression became a little weird when he was drinking.

"Dr. Kevin, are you sure you want to talk about these things in front of me?"

"Forehead……"

Kevin was stunned for a while, and then he reacted to the impoliteness in his words.

He said helplessly.

"Sorry, this is just... a description, yes, a description. I have no intention of offending you..."

"Haha, Rope, don't embarrass him, Kevin's pitiful head has nothing but research. After staying in the Foundation for a long time, seeing alien creatures will subconsciously be classified into the category of containment."

Wingate walked over with a bottle of wine with a smile, added red wine for Rope, and raised his glass.

"Here, fuck the rules of the Foundation, the idiots in the council can't handle it. For my non-transfer, for Kevin's life, for Mr. Rope's victory, and for our plan, cheers!"

The final "plan", Pisri was obviously telling Rope.

"...Pesri, can you explain what you're holding in your hand?"

"Ok?"

Wingate took a sip and looked at the bottle in his hand.

"Lafite Castle in 82, I took it from your room when you were in the infirmary. Is there any problem?"

"...you bitch."

No wonder it feels so familiar.

Kevin sighed, looking at the red wine in the glass with no interest.

Apart from research, the only remaining fun is collecting wine.It is difficult to transport materials here. He has put this bottle of wine for a full year and is reluctant to drink it. As a result, it has now been taken out by his old friend as a gift to others.

"Wingate, let's not talk about you stealing my wine." Kevin said: "During the battle with Mr. Rope, the power of 682 has increased again. If you don't apply for transfer immediately, with our existing resources Within a month of it waking up, the escape will happen again."

"I applied for a doubling of various resources, and the application form is on the table and will be delivered tomorrow."

"That's it?" Kevin asked in disbelief. "Do you think getting some special alloys, armaments, and coffee beans can keep SCP-682 in the cage peacefully?"

"I can."

Rope raised his glass.

"Although I have a good way to destroy it in a short period of time, it can still be done to keep 682 here. Starting today, I may become a regular visitor in the next few months."

With a strong guarantee, Kevin's attitude immediately made a [-]-degree turn.

"Unlimited welcome, Mr. Rope! Of course, if you are willing to cooperate with me to do a few experiments, it's just a few experiments that don't matter to you..."

"Kevin."

Wingate glared at his old friend.

"Don't think that Mr. Rope is easy to talk. If he is really angry, you will probably have more miserable years in your remaining years than the African slaves of the last century."

He clearly knew how terrifying the group of sorcerers was.

Even the great races as strong as Yith listed their level of danger as a superior order.Interstellar priests and great mystics are all powerful lunatics in the multiverse.

It turns out that Wingate was still overly concerned.

Rope is not a dynamite keg that explodes at one point - although he does not like to control his anger many times, he is very forgiving in front of a clear-cut "ally".

Especially when these two are so funny.

"It's okay, Wingate." Rope waved his hand.

"Occupational diseases, who doesn't? Dr. Kevin, if your experiment interests me, I will not hesitate to cooperate."

"I'm starting to like you, Mr. Rope."

"I'm not at all happy to be liked by an old man."

Kevin Holard wasn't angry either, he gave Rope a toast, and then laughed involuntarily.

"I've never had such an easy conversation with someone like you. Containers in Europe risk their lives every time they deal with them. If all the guys are as friendly as you are, I'm afraid SCP The foundation will not be established..."

"Minorities are minorities after all. Don't expect your personal ideas to be accepted by the public." Rope shrugged: "To be fair, from a human perspective, you have done nothing wrong."

Before the system, Rope was living in this world, and he supported the Foundation's actions two hundred percent.

- For the continuation of humanity.

The purpose of the Foundation is much nobler than those of those who preach peace and sell missiles.

While they did kill a lot of people, compared to the continuation of the human race... it's not a big deal, is it?

"Yeah..." Kevin rubbed his eyebrows helplessly: "Humans are still too weak, and if they are not careful, they will be doomed. The Foundation has been researching ways to make humans stronger, but the gains are very small..."

"Is SCP-500 not ready for mass production?"

SCP-500 "The Panacea".