Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Is that tuatara active?" Rope asked.

"Um...how should I say it?"

Only then did Kevin rub his temples with a headache.

"I ate two D-class personnel who were in charge of cleaning in the morning, and you killed another researcher when you first came in at noon. I was just in the research room dealing with the remains of those unfortunate people to ensure that they did not carry any virus infection source. After all With 682's evolutionary ability, it's not surprising to see anything..."

"I understand."

It looks really bad, at least inside the containment facility, SCP-682 has regained the ability to move freely.

Eighty percent is still his pot.

After the battle with Rope, the evolution of the immortal lizard is beyond imagination, and the pure special alloy and hydrochloric acid are no longer as strong as they used to be.

He stood up from the chair he had just sat down on and walked towards the door.

"Let the lizard settle down first, and then go to see Miss Makase with you."

"It's almost three o'clock now, Mr. Rope."

"Dr. Kevin, it won't take me thirty minutes to deal with it."

For a moment, the two laughed at the same time.

Wingate Pisri froze on the chair, then asked with a hand spread.

"Are you sure you want to leave me alone with those two SCP items?"

"Wingate, you can only promise."

Rope said.

"For the sake of allies, if I can see a steaming cup of coffee when I'm done, I might do something after the two projects arrive to continue to ensure the safety of this institute."

"You will only make them send more containment!"

"Then fix the result. It's not your responsibility to just give this book or hints, don't make this a troublesome concentration camp."

When Rope and Kevin Hollard left the office together, Wingate regained his dead mother face.

He picked up the document on the black desktop reluctantly and looked at it carefully.

"SCP-173" - "Statue"

"SCP-049" - "Pandemic Doctor"

Both are "Euclid" level items whose behavior cannot be predicted correctly.Dangerous, dangerous, but not as difficult to contain as "SCP-682".

Wingate Pisley sighed deeply again.

Why does it become like this...

Chapter [-]: The Inextinguishable Lizard Like a Weak Girl

The secondary containment site of SCP-682 is naturally not in this research institute.

After experiencing the dangerous situation of getting out of trouble last time, no matter how big the leader of this place, Wingate Pisri, was, his subordinates would no longer agree to put a containment object comparable to a nuclear bomb on the bedside.

No one dares to guarantee that 682 will not be released from containment again, and its bad record in Europe is the best proof.

Rope followed Kevin out of the institute.

After driving for about five minutes, the two stopped in front of a clean cave that had been cleaned up.

There are soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the cave, and they seem to take Kevin's presence at all, which shows that the research director's attention to SCP-682 is unprecedented.

Walking into the cave, the inside of the cave, which looks unremarkable from the outside, is unexpectedly bright. The white lights are evenly distributed on both sides of the cave roof, dispelling the darkness.After a while, the modern feeling gradually appeared, and an alloy door full of technology blocked the way of the two.

"Because it's an urgent containment place, I can only do this..."

Kevin sighed, took out his ID card and opened the door.

The clamorous voice came out at once, and there were no less than [-] researchers in Baipao who were busy running back and forth here, and all kinds of instruments were readily available.

"It's not as simple as you said." Rope said.

"It just looks like it." Kevin said helplessly: "It's really rudimentary compared to the headquarters in Europe. If you hadn't severely damaged 682 that time, we want to use these things to contain it is nothing more than a dream... Its counterattack has now begun."

After the old man finished speaking, he walked in first, ignoring the researchers who greeted him, and went directly to his independent office.

Hanging the white robe on the hanger, Kevin opened his hands to Rope, who walked into the office one step later, showing a kind smile.

"Anyway, it's not very elegant, but it's okay to live in - welcome to my "temporary kingdom", Mr. Rope. "

Rope didn't sit down, but looked at Kevin strangely.

"Dr. Kevin, I thought you would call me only when the situation was burning your eyebrows, but now it seems that this is actually my misunderstanding?"

"No, don't talk about the eyebrows, the hair is almost burnt out."

Kevin picked up the remote control on his desk, tapped the monitor on the wall, and the situation in the SCP-682 isolation room came into view.

Broken, bloody, messy.

The metal walls were full of traces of brute force, and the special alloys that originally bound SCP-682 were scattered on the ground and looked like they were torn apart.The culprit, the dark green lizard curled up in the corner, closed his eyes and breathed regularly, as if he was resting.

It should be said that it is the dragon of evolution, and the negative arcane enchantment imposed by Rope on it was successfully eliminated by 682 in just half a month.