Not only Adrian, but the audience in the live broadcast room were also scared.
After a brief silence, the barrage of comments instantly filled the screen again.
"Damn! Isn't this place too scary?"
"Yes, it reminds me of 1730, where space was also twisted into a doughnut."
"It's a pity. These agents from the Mobile Task Force are all good guys, but the dangers here are still hard to guard against."
"I really don't know how to complete this task. Now I can't even see the shadow of the flower."
"..."
Kamar-Taj.
In Ancient One's vision, the images on the screen looked like a bunch of completely distorted photos!
Reality has been completely distorted.
Various spatial lines are entangled together. Maybe what you stepped on was the ground in the last second, and the next second it turned into the Sand King.
If Leon Lake and the others hadn't been carrying reality anchors, they would have been wiped out by the distorted reality in less than a second.
"Can they succeed?"
At this moment, the screen went dark.
When the memory came back again, it had moved from the hellish base to a place that looked like the office of a high-ranking government official.
"First of all!" A middle-aged man in military uniform with the rank of general spoke.
His voice was powerful and oppressive, and coupled with the aura of a high position, it made people feel a little breathless.
There were only the admiral and a man in formal attire in the office.
The general's words were obviously addressed to another person.
He looked at the other person coldly. The man who claimed to be the leader of the Supervisory Council sat opposite him:
"You need to make sure what happened in Yellowstone is not a terrorist attack and that it will be dealt with."
The Foundation's supervisor said calmly: "Yellowstone has not suffered a terrorist attack. It is more like an accident during weapons development and testing. The incident will be resolved within the next 24 hours."
"Good, I've got that." General Bowe scribbled a note on his pad: "I need a status report."
The Overseer shook his head:
"Yellowstone Mountain is currently changing between what existed and what is.
Apart from that, we are still assessing the damage.
Due to a CK-class reconstruction event, all of our Special Containment Databases are out of sync. Each branch around the world is showing different numbers of different items.
We are using the Bald Eagle Country database as a guideline for classification and adding suffixes to items that are out of sync across branches, but this may be a process that will never be completed."
Seeing this, the audience in the live broadcast room also realized it.
This is the negotiation between the top leaders of the foundation and the top leaders of real society after the crisis at Yellowstone Mountain.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury looked at the top executives of the Foundation being harassed by the General and sighed with sympathy.
As the United Nations' supernatural management agency, S.H.I.E.L.D. has to deal with governments of various countries in the world.
Many times, they are clearly doing heroic things to protect world peace and uphold justice, but they are always met with boycotts and protests from various countries.
Similar things annoyed him greatly, but he never imagined that this foundation, which was so powerful that it was a bit exaggerated, was facing the same trouble.
Nick Fury gave a wicked laugh, then his expression turned serious again.
In the picture.
Bowe seemed to know many secrets about the Foundation, and even knew the identity of the man in front of him, but he still maintained that arrogant look, and his words were even more aggressive.
"I know about the Olympia Project," General Bowe interrupted:
"Your scientists created a prototype production line for creating super soldiers and somehow did not report it to the Council. I know the capabilities of the Olympia production line.
Do you know how many soldiers died in the early stages of the war? Do you know how many lives could have been saved?"
The Overseer said nothing.
"It's time for your foundation to have enough fun. It's time to put your big boy pants on and become part of the government."
General Bowe said.
He put away his pad and stood up. "I will contact you tomorrow afternoon regarding the merger of your Foundation with the Department of Occult Warfare."
The Overseer said calmly, "There is no Department of Supernatural Warfare."
"It will be there tomorrow. The president and I will make sure of it." The general left without asking for a salute or saying goodbye.
The Overseer sat in his seat, looking at Bowe's back with an indifferent expression.
However, the audience in the live broadcast room were a little stunned when they saw this scene.
"WTF? Is this guy mentally ill? He actually threatened the top leaders of the Foundation?"
"I've lived in Bengbu. Do these guys really think their country's armaments can rival the Foundation's?"
"I'm so f*****g convinced. The Foundation is busy containing anomalies and saving human civilization all day long, but it also has to find time to coax these older babies."
"If I were the Foundation, I would have quit long ago. Aren't you awesome? Why don't you let your soldiers try to contain 682?"
"Megalomaniac, psychopath!"
"..."
S.H.I.E.L.D.
"I don't understand it either." Natasha Romanoff frowned and asked puzzledly: "Isn't the Foundation's containment of anomalies also for the purpose of protecting humanity?"
"In fact, foundations and governments are inherently antagonistic!"
Nick Fury sighed and explained:
"Everything the Foundation does is based on protecting the world and human civilization! And governments of various countries definitely prioritize their own national interests!"
Natasha Romanoff pondered: "So, when the interests of the two sides are the same, stability can be maintained, but once there is a disagreement, it will evolve into this situation?"
Thinking of this, she asked curiously: "What will the foundation do?"
"Do you think a lion would care about an ant's buzzer?" Nick Fury sneered:
"What does it have to do with me if you're unhappy?"
The screen went dark again, and when it reappeared, we were back at the Yellowstone Station, or Hell!
Different Mobile Task Forces have many different accounts of sneaking through a facility filled with monsters when realities intersect.
The first is "nightmare"
One is "death trap."
Omega-7 calls this "traversing enemy territory."
In a single row, weapons are set up, and they are checked again and again at intersections and corners.
Communicating only with gestures, like a tap on the shoulder, a squeeze on the leg—a series of gates to be checked, cleared, and passed through.
Judging from the current status of Leon Lake and his group, there seem to be no enemies around.
Although occasional howling, grunting, and screaming could be heard coming from deep within the facility.
The flickering and blurring faded as they approached the Scranton Reality Anchor in the center of the facility.
The distorted reality seemed to return to calm again.
All in all, they acted quickly, professionally, and systematically.
Until everyone arrived at Security Area 9 and saw something lying at the entrance of the area:
An extremely obese man, nearly three meters tall, was covered with festering sores and tumors.
A host of rotting, decomposing bodies lay around him.
Most were dressed in Mobile Task Force uniforms.
The one with the worst decomposition was an older person with turmeric grey hair.
The moment she saw that person, Beatrice covered her mouth and her eyes turned red.
"Squire..."
It was the agent-Squire who had previously video-called everyone via laptop.
Apparently, Squire was killed in close combat with it.
He still held a rusty knife in one hand, and the other was sunk wrist-deep into the fat mass around the thing's neck.
While everyone was immersed in the death of their predecessor, Leon Lake had already raised his gun and pointed it at the darkness.
"Come out!"
The others immediately became alert.
"They were attacked shortly after you entered the facility," a deep voice sounded in the darkness, speaking in an unfamiliar accent:
"Unfortunately, they were all killed when I arrived."
All members of Mobile Task Force Omega-7 turn to face the person who has stepped out of the shadows.
He was a tall and handsome man with arms made of steel.
Leon Lake's eyes flashed, and he murmured: "073..."
073?
The audience in the live broadcast room were all stunned!
Is this person also abnormal?
S.H.I.E.L.D.
"073?" Natasha Romanoff suddenly raised her voice: "This guy is also a low-risk humanoid containment in Site 17, but why is he here?"
"Maybe... Pandora's Box!" Nick Fury guessed:
"Have you forgotten? Pandora's Box acquires and contains anomalies through cooperation with humanoid anomalies..."
Hearing this, everyone suddenly realized.
Nick Fury stared at the screen intently.
He was curious about what the physical characteristics of 073 were.
On the screen, Adrian and his group obviously knew the person who came.
"Cain," Beatrice breathed a sigh of relief.
She dropped her weapon.
After a while, Adrian made a gesture and the rest of Omega-7 followed.
"If I were you, I wouldn't be so close to the corpse." The tall Semitic-looking man stood beside the corpse and looked at Leon Lake and said:
"Even if it dies, these poisonous gases are still deadly."
Leon Lake followed suit and put on the mask.
Adrian called on everyone to start the action at the same time: "Put on your masks. Gather in conference room six. Frederickson, you take the lead."
Before leaving, Leon Lake took one last look at Squire.
The old man's body had dissolved into mucus, leaving only a skeleton covered in mucus.
The knife rusted into a piece of rust, and after a while even that turned into a pile of rusty red ash.
When the wind blows, no one knows that a soldier once lay here.
The scene changed, and Leon Lake and his group came to a conference room.
Adrian looked haggard, and it was obvious that he was no longer able to take charge of the command.
Leon Lake calmly took over the command: "Now, report the situation!"
"Everything is fine," Beatrice said. "No damage, and there is still a lot left."
"Where's the ammunition?"
"My team has plenty of ammunition," Frederickson said.
"Effie and I both had one magazine left, so we resupplied from... Vince and picked up what he had left, so we have plenty of ammo now," said Black Bill.
"Okay, no casualties, the victims have been taken care of."
Leon Lake paused:
"The current situation is that Team Able has been defeated and it is presumed that all members have been killed."
Adrian on the side raised his head, tilted his head, and said in a deep voice: "We can't go any deeper into this site."
Seeing that everyone had seen it, he smiled self-deprecatingly and said:
"If there are any other missions, I will claim that I am unable to fight and refuse the task. I have to take you back!"
As he spoke, the tip of his nose turned red.
Abandon the mission?
The agents had different expressions, some were relieved, some looked away hesitantly...
Leon Lake looked calm and said nothing.
"But this is not some other mission," Beatrice said. "We are the only ones left."
"Yeah," Adrian forced a smile, "so I'm looking for advice on what we should do next."
"No one has suggested...you know, what ancient Sumer was called?" Frederickson asked.
With that, everyone turned to look at SCP-073.
He was the only one who did not enter the conference room. He stood in the corridor outside, looking calmly at the long corridor in front of him, his steel hands clenched in a strange solemn posture.
Adrian subconsciously looked at Leon Lake, and the two looked at each other.
"Worth a try!"
When Adrian asked 073 nervously.
"Okay," Cain said, "I do have some suggestions on how to improve your situation."
Upon hearing this, everyone became excited.
Adrian said unhappily: "Why didn't you tell me before?"
"You didn't ask," Cain replied matter-of-factly. "If there's no question, the answer is meaningless."
"Well, now that I've asked you, what should we do?"
Unexpectedly, Cain said, "That depends on your definition of 'us.'
"If 'we' means you, the woman, me, and this strange researcher... I can give you the answer. If it refers to the entire team... most of them
It's useless, except for you three, everyone else doesn't matter."
Cain said calmly, his eyes fixed on Leon Lake as he spoke.
"Researcher, we've met before, right? What are you researching at Site 17?" Cain asked, smiling.
"Study you."
Leon Lake calmly answered.
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