Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

That is, cannon fodder for research.

They were both executed prisoners, told the lie that they would be free if they completed the experiment.In fact, the last thing waiting for the D-Class was either being killed by the containment in a bizarre way, or a bullet from the Foundation.

The Foundation is not at all lenient when it comes to executing human scum.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Mr. Rope."

At the door of a research room on the bottom floor, Rope met the research director of the research institute, Dr. Kevin Holard.

The old man with glasses was in high spirits, completely unable to see that he was almost maimed by SCP-682 more than half a month ago, and walked towards Rope with vigorous steps.

Rope chewed the lollipop in his mouth and asked strangely.

"Is the medical technology of the SCP Foundation so advanced?"

Kevin smiled and pushed up his glasses.

"It's entirely Pisley's credit for me recovering so quickly. He's been able to randomly pull out some bizarre techniques from the past, otherwise how could that bitch have a higher position than me and scold those in the O5 Council. Mentally handicapped without being dismissed and executed?"

"……I see."

From another point of view, Wingate Pisri is the protagonist of the black science and technology article.

Accidentally acquired the technology of non-human higher races, and then used their help to reach the pinnacle of life, serving as the regional director of the Asian branch of the SCP Foundation.Except for the dead wife, dead child, and a bit of a pity to carry the curse of wanting to die, the rest are completely standard templates.

While chatting, Rope and Kevin walked towards Pisley's office.

He took out his ID card and passed the verification. Inside the door made of special alloy, the owner of the place, "Site Director" Wingate Pisri, was sitting behind the desk with an extremely ugly expression on his head with his hands in his hands.

The old man looked like he was having a cramp, the complete opposite of Dr. Holard's state of mind.

Kevin seemed to know why his old friend had this kind of virtue, so he shook his head helplessly and knocked on the door on purpose.

"Pisley, Mr. Rope is here."

After a long while, Wingate raised his head, squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and reluctantly greeted him.

"...Welcome, Rope."

"What's going on here?"

Rope didn't treat himself as an outsider, and put the plastic bag on Wingate's desk and sat on the chair next to him.

"Ugh……"

Wingate sighed.

"I wish I had the same power as you, so that I could wring the heads of my European colleagues from their necks without leaving a trace... These corpse bastards, still thinking after SCP-682 Send me two more babies, the reason is actually "to take care of it properly and share the pressure"..."

More than half a month after the transfer of SCP-682, the European group was very surprised to find that the prison escape professional "Indestructible Evil Lizard" had never runaway and escaped containment, which made them happy to put their hands on the nuclear bomb launch button. They immediately started a new round of "transfer applications", which were delivered to Wingate's desk this morning in the form of official paperwork.

One by one, they all wanted to send over the troublesome containment items in their hands, so that Wingate Pisri would have a headache, while they were leisurely holding on to the safer "Safe"-level items.

It can be seen that this old man with a slightly bitter way of speaking is indeed very unpopular among his colleagues.

"Pesri, I didn't come to hear your complaints."

Rope took out a can of Dr. Pepper from the plastic bag, opened it and took a sip. The wonderful taste instantly made him frown.

"I'm here today to "repair" the cage of SCP-682 by Miss Makase. Even if you take such an attitude, I won't get too involved in the internal affairs of the SCP Foundation, it's too troublesome. "

In an instant, there was a hint of embarrassment on Wingate's expression.

His little plan was seen through by Rope.

"...Look, we are allies, right?"

"So what? You want me to travel halfway across the globe and go to the SCP Foundation headquarters to brainwash you or kill your colleagues and bosses so they don't send SCP containment to you?"

"..."

Wingate closed his mouth, also feeling that his suggestion was going a little too far.

Seeing that the atmosphere was about to cool down, Kevin opened his mouth to make a round.

"Okay, Pisri." Kevin said, "It's not as bad as you think. The two items to be shipped this time are only at the "Euclid" level. It's not too much trouble. Safely contain them.Moreover, the allocation of additional materials, personnel, and funds has already been allocated to you, which is a real benefit. "

"I'm angry that they ignored my dismissal once again!"

said Wingate loudly, tapping on the table.

"I'm here to enjoy the old age. If it wasn't for Lord Rope about SCP-682, you and I would have to sit in a helicopter to watch those retarded mushrooms! Then go to a more remote base in the desert to fall in love with a cactus. !"

Kevin shrugged.

"Come on, you have ignored the council's orders more than once before. It's a cause and a result. As a research director, I didn't complain, you started first..."

"Who is your friend?!"

"I'm a friend of money, and you didn't give me the $[-] year-end bonus every year."

"Kevin, you've changed..."

"I've always been like this, Pisley."

Kevin didn't want to entangle with this old urchin anymore, he turned his head and said to Rope.

"Mr. Luo Pei, the final interview of the new researcher, Ms. Makase Kurisu, is scheduled for 682:[-] in the afternoon. I will be in charge of it myself. Do you want to change the scheduled time? Or should I go and see the situation of SCP-[-] first? ?"