Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Because Wingate once entered the holy city of Nect and had a relationship with Iss for a period of time, the old man has a very strong Cthulhu flavor, so the black-haired youth does not need to look for it, only a small The occult can determine Wingate's location in the city.

A few turns and avenues, a tall and tall luxury building appeared in sight.

It looks like it is about [-] floors. The entrance is surrounded by walls, and the entrance is guarded by soldiers with guns who seem to be very elite. It is so dense that pedestrians on the sidewalk not far away can't help but walk around. Open that area, as if knowing that this is a forbidden area that they cannot enter.

- One of the headquarters of the SCP Foundation.

Or that the floors above are just their headquarters on the surface.Following the elf's guidance, Wingate is now at the bottom of the building.

"Always underground...always secrecy..."

Rope took back the elf of the secret technique and stood at the end of the long street looking at this luxurious building.

If it weren't for this, he would have a certain degree of respect for the SCP Foundation, an organization that does not seek selfishness and only strives for human beings.Organizations seeking their rights and personal interests are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, but the SCP Foundation is the only one that has put its beliefs into action for hundreds of years.

But it is very regrettable that since it tried to block its hand from the road of trial, the little respect of the black-haired youth disappeared.

It rained even more.

Thunder roared, the wind intensified, and the trees on both sides of the road were blown up and down, and people hugged everything that could hold themselves in place, fearing under the mighty power of nature.

People didn't notice that the creator of the storm at the end of the long street was walking slowly in the middle of the street where cars could only pass, with a smoky light wheel on his back.

The power of the "War God of the East" - "Wild Boar"!

--boom!

The hell of the beast descends.

This time, the unlucky pedestrians finally saw it, and let out the highest scream in their lives.Ignoring the danger of being blown into the sky by the storm, they began to run wildly.

"—!"

The pitch-black huge wild boar roared up to the sky, its fangs just lifted up and destroyed the buildings on both sides of the road, the thick back was burning with abnormal blue flames, and the evaporated rain turned into rising pale white water vapor.

Rope ordered softly.

"Destroy it."

Unfortunately, Wingate Pisley said.

Taking his sudden incident as a starting point, the Demon King finally started a war with the SCP Foundation.

-

Time pushed to half an hour ago.

In the underground guard room of the SCP Foundation's headquarters in Constanta, an old man in a neat suit is boredly looking at the magazines delivered.

Thanks to his status, Wingate did not enjoy the deprivation of freedom such as handcuffs and shackles.The soldiers just planted miniature bombs on his neck, and a locator on his left foot—you know, that's nothing for an immortal person.

Until the "O5 Council" issued a judgment notice, Wingate's few hours were not bad.

With the neat salute of the guarding soldiers, the door of the old man's room was opened.

Wingate glanced up and sighed inwardly.

——Looks like the rest is over.

Slowly pulling away the chair and sitting in front of him was a white man with a ponytail, dressed in white, wearing a white wide-brimmed cowboy hat, holding a white cane with a handle carved into a wolf's head, Bi Wen. Gate looks much younger.

Wingate put down the magazine in his hand and said with a smile.

"Mr. Cowboy, I didn't expect you to be here.I thought I'd only be waiting for a cold announcement from the agent, and I'm flattered..."

The man called "Cowboy" didn't seem to be as cheerful as Wingate, and his expression was a little dull.

"...Pisri, how long have we not seen each other?" he asked.

"Ten years? Twenty years? What the heck, I've long forgotten these boring things."

"Is it."

The cowboy looked at his wolf-headed cane.

"With your qualifications, even if you shoot civilians and create a large-scale riot for power and personal gain, the parliament can be regarded as not seen. You were the most powerful candidate of the "O5" as early as fifty years ago... If you were not so contemptuous of the parliament. He looked at Wingate: "So, why did you, with such a unique status, commit the most serious betrayal of the Foundation?" "

"I'm just doing what I think is right."

"Your doomsday words again? SCP-152's "Book of Doomsday" is not recorded. We have discussed it for a long time, and the final conclusion is that the doomsday is just your imagination..."

"Are we going to waste our time on this crap?" Wingate sneered.Being refuted many times made him not want to make any explanation.

- Play the piano to the cow.

Especially the old-fashioned people whose thinking has been solidified by the existing world and a long time.

"You know, Pisri. If you don't tell the whereabouts of those three SCP items, this kind of nonsense will go on for a thousand times, and there will be no such comfortable environment. I can plead for you now. In the case, speak up."

Cowboy lowered his body and asked in a low voice.

"Where did you send those three SCPs, and to whom did you hand them over?"

"How about we go straight to the last project?"

Wingate has lived so long, he is used to seeing the wind and waves, and the cowboy's words can't shake him at all.

The cowboy shrugged and stood up.