As the content of the document appeared, the Extraordinary Chat Group was also filled with a happy atmosphere.
[Black Widow]: Honestly, I thought such a serious task should be more serious. What is this? One, two, three, red light green light?
[Hulk]: Strictly speaking, it is somewhat different from red light green light, maybe it's some other game or something?
[Tony]: I feel... not as good as Steve's farming.
[Steve]: Shut up!
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Looking at the distorted style in the live broadcast room and chat group, Nick Fury held his forehead helplessly.
What is this?
At the moment, the document in the picture was turned to the second page.
[Description: Moved to Site-19 in 1993, origin is still unknown.]
[It is constructed of concrete and rebar, with traces of Krylon brand spray paint.
SCP-173 is mobile and highly hostile.
The object cannot move within direct line of sight.
Line of sight with SCP-173 must not be broken at any time.
Personnel assigned to containment are to remind each other before blinking.
The object's method of attack has been reported to be snapping the neck at the base of the skull, or strangulation.]
[In the event of an attack, personnel are to observe Level 4 Hazardous Object Containment Procedures.]
[Personnel reports that scraping stone noises can be heard from within the containment cell when no one is present. This is considered normal, and any changes in this behavior should be reported to the Acting HMCL Supervisor on duty.]
[The reddish-brown substance on the floor is a mixture of feces and blood. The source of this material is unknown. The interior environment must be cleaned every two weeks.]
As the new content appeared, the audience who had just been laughing and joking were stunned almost at the same time.
The laughter became much quieter, and was replaced by more and more voices of doubt.
"What the hell? This is ridiculous. A statue that can teleport?"
"What's even more outrageous is that this thing's method of attack is to break the neck? It can teleport, but its method of attack is so... simple?"
"Yes, it feels like serious nonsense to me."
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Looking at the newly appeared document, Nick Fury's expression became subtle.
In the Marvel world, there are people and things that have the means to teleport.
For example, the magicians of Kamar-Taj.
Another example is the Space Gem that can instantly move all objects to any space at will...
But whether it is the magician of Kamar-Taj or the only Space Gem in the universe, they are all rare.
As a result, the SCP Foundation randomly pulled out a document and found that it was a statue that possessed this kind of capability?
No, in their words, it is - abnormal!
In addition, the information revealed in this document is enough to make him alert.
SCP-173, that's the number? Does that mean this statue is the 173rd anomaly to be contained?
Also, what does Object Class-Euclid mean?
Does it mean there are other levels of projects?
The most important thing is, since the statue has such a strange ability, how did the Foundation contain it?
All kinds of doubts filled Nick Fury's mind.
As the document content came to an end and Leon Lake's face appeared on the screen, Nick Fury retracted his scattered thoughts and focused on the screen again.
The scene changed, and three fully armed agents, leading three researchers in white coats and three D-class personnel in orange jumpsuits, walked through a long corridor and came to the door of a fully enclosed room made of reinforced concrete.
Seeing this, everyone instantly realized that this room was most likely the containment room where SCP-173 was imprisoned!
Even those audience members who kept questioning subconsciously quieted down at the moment.
Everyone seemed to know what this statue that was described so strangely was.
In the picture.
"I'll repeat it one last time!" The researcher in a white coat looked at the three D-class personnel in front of him nonchalantly and said impatiently: "Your task is very simple. Enter the containment room, use tools to collect the secretions on the floor, and then come out!"
After saying that, he signaled the agent to open the door of the containment room.
Bang!
With a sigh of relief, the door of the containment room opened, and the agents raised their guns and pointed them coldly at the three people.
"Tsk, there's not a single difficult task in this guy's mouth." A bearded D-class personnel numbered D-1245 muttered as he walked. As he spoke, he noticed that the thin, yellow-haired D-1526 beside him kept rubbing the tip of his nose and frowned:
"I say, is it really that serious? At least this guy is not joking this time. SCP-173's mission is indeed one with a higher safety factor."
D-1526 sneezed violently, rubbed his red nose, and cursed, "Damn it, someone must have cat hair on them. I'm allergic to this damn stuff!"
Hearing this, the bearded man curled his lips and said nothing more, but followed the leading technician into the safe zone.
The safe house is the real holding room.
The technician led the four people to a tightly closed alloy door and pointed at the closed observation hole on the door and said:
"Step 1, D-1526 (yellow hair) opens his eyes and the observation port. While keeping SCP-173 in sight, D-1245 (beard) and D-14134 (Leon Lake) enter the containment room and begin collecting!"
Seeing everyone nod, the technician reminded again: "Remember, at least two people must be watching SCP-173 at all times."
"Before you blink, you must inform your companions! Do you understand?"
"Understood!" x3.
Compared to the weak responses of the other two, Leon Lake's voice sounded extremely calm.
Future Technology Building.
"Tsk tsk, Leon, I didn't expect you to be so calm!" Little Spider-Man patted Leon Lake's shoulder and teased, then asked:
"By the way, is this statue really as powerful as described?"
Seeing Leon Lake looking at him like an idiot, Little Spider-Man waved his hand awkwardly: "Uh, what I mean is... forget it, let's just look at the screen."
In the picture, as the technician slowly opened the observation port, SCP-173, which made everyone curious, finally appeared in everyone's field of vision.