Chapter 814 The Ultimate Rescue (VI)

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Five minutes later, the command center...

"Sir!" The same agent ran to his superior in a hurry and reported, "According to the footage from B1..."

"Okay." The chief interrupted him, "I saw..." He stared at the big screen in front of him, his vision fixed on a black area, "He destroyed all video and audio collection within the containment procedures of SCP-738. The device is right."

"Do you want to detonate the cone bomb? Sir." The agent immediately answered.

"What's the point?" the officer asked without looking back. "Since he knew to destroy all surveillance equipment, it means he was well prepared. How could he move things to the area where the cone bomb was located and operate it? Woolen cloth?"

"This..." The agent was speechless for a moment.

"This incident reminds us... that there is still a need to improve the containment of 738." The commander continued, "It is not enough to install a cone bomb in the middle of the room. We have not considered that when the facility encounters a major In a crisis, a room without security guards is invaded... Obviously, it is impossible for the intruder to carry an explosive collar..." He paused, "Huh... Speaking of which, today's D-class personnel This behavior has sounded the alarm for us on many levels. In the future, we should add a set of final protection measures to all SCPs in the event of a total loss of control crisis in their bases."

"Then... what should we do now? Sir." The agent then asked again.

"Aren't the people who are going to arrest him already on the way..." the commander continued, "We can only hope... that before they arrive, the D-class personnel has not completed some kind of 'deal' that threatens us. Bar."

"This shouldn't be a problem, sir." The agent replied, "Generally speaking, the deal that D-class personnel will choose is at best 'getting free'."

"Heh..." The commander smiled and adjusted his suit, "Steven. What do you think the IQ of this D-class personnel is?"

It turns out the agent's name is Steven.

"Uh... I have retrieved his information just now, sir." Steven said, taking out a form from his pocket, looking down at it and saying, "This D-class personnel is codenamed 00250. His real name is Rudy Austin, he is twenty-five years old this year. After dropping out of high school, his criminal record was almost uninterrupted until he was sentenced to life imprisonment for first-degree murder last year... After testing, his IQ was 83. Slightly violent."

"83?" The officer looked back at Steven and reached for the form. "Hmph..." He snorted coldly, "This is not right."

"What's wrong? Sir." Steven asked.

"Do you think a person with a lower than average IQ (even by American standards) would think of using SCP-2p-173?" the officer replied sharply, "Before that..." He looked again Looking at the table, "Where did he hear about the characteristics of SCP-294?"

"This..." Steven's face turned increasingly ugly, "Could he be..."

"That's right..." the chief responded in a deep voice, "I suspect that he is someone inserted by the Chaos Insurgency (cactus_insurgent) through some means." He thrust the form back into Steven's hand. "If that's the case, this information will be meaningless..."

The more Steven thought about it, the more he felt that what the commander said made sense: "Yes... the average D-class personnel may not even understand the SCP they are operating, let alone other SCPs. And this person... is the first time The use of SCP-294 caused the project to 'fail to generate input content', which shows that he not only understood the characteristics of SCP-294... but also tested its bottom line from the beginning. "

"In short... the capture/elimination of this person must be carried out as soon as possible. The potential threat of allowing him to operate in the base is too great." The commander continued, "We need to contact more keter-level projects before he can Control or kill them beforehand, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous..."

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Meanwhile, SCP-738 is within containment.

Due to the current condition of the base. The security personnel who were originally responsible for guarding here have long disappeared. They either took refuge in the underground emergency refuge area, or they died somewhere else... Anyway, Brother Jue encountered no obstacles along the way.

The door to the containment facility is opened from an external laboratory console and no access card is required.

After arriving at this experimental area. Feng Bujue carefully destroyed all the surveillance probes and radio equipment in the room and laboratory, and then began to move the three-piece furniture set. He knew very well that when moving tables and chairs, he just had to be careful to avoid the cone bomb in the middle of the room.

To make a long story short, after a lot of work, Brother Jue finally sat on SCP-738-2, the high-backed chair. In front of him is the table labeled SCP-738-1, while "Throne" SCP-738-3 is located behind him.

"Haha... I didn't expect that we would meet in this way."

After a while, a gentle, mysterious voice sounded from behind Brother Zi.

Feng Bujue turned around and saw a black-haired man.

He is a man of outstanding temperament. He can show the youthful vigor of a twenty-year-old and the mature humor of a forty-year-old. But no one can tell how old he actually looks...

Secondly, this is also a man with a very charming appearance, although objectively speaking, he is not a handsome man...

"Listen to this tone...you know me?" Feng Bujue replied calmly.

"Yes, you are a famous person..." the man replied with a smile, "...Feng Bujue."

"I see..." Brother Jue smiled.

"Yes, that's it." The other party replied.

"I haven't asked you for your surname yet," Feng Bujue said immediately.

"Vincent." Vincent replied calmly.

"Oh?" Feng Bujue's eyes changed slightly, and he immediately looked the other person up and down, "Haha... I've admired him for a long time... I've admired him for a long time..."

These two words of "I have admired him for a long time" do not have any ironic or hypocritical meaning. Brother Jue has really admired his name for a long time.

"Huh... Woody has said a lot of bad things about me to you, right?" Vincent leaned his right elbow on the armrest of the throne, supported his chin with one hand, and looked down at Brother Jue with a chic gesture.

"If you are really Vincent, then there is no need to ask this question." Feng Bujue tapped his temple with his hand, "Can't you just go inside and find the answer yourself?"

"My dear friend..." Vincent showed a charming smile, "You have to know that many times, the 'answer' is not the most important." He paused for half a second, then continued, "No matter what the wisdom of mortals is, The ultimate, deified wise man... ultimately stops at the level of 'answer'. But what's the point? When the former was asked what one plus one equals, he instantly came up with the answer of 'two'; Before someone asks what one plus one equals, they already know the question and the final answer is 'two'."

Speaking of which. He stared at Feng Bujue and waited for a moment: "Haha...but you, me...why are you so stupid?"

"You are indeed the best." Feng Bujue said, grabbing the chair and turning around so that he was sitting face to face with the other party. "You said a lot of specious nonsense. Not only did you not give me an 'answer', Even my 'problem' was dismissed."

"Hahaha..." Vincent shook his head slightly and laughed heartily, "Your reaction is very 'smart'. Feng Bujue... the first sentence you said to me was a test. When I called directly When your real name is revealed, this temptation has a result, and you enter another state... Let me call it - 'Feng Bujue's serious state'. In this state, your thinking speed is improved. , methods, etc. have been significantly improved, and it has reached a 'super-dimensional perspective'."

He pursed his lower lips and saw that Brother Jue's eyes had become a bit more complicated: "Observe yourself from your own perspective, and at the same time observe yourself from the perspective of a bystander. At the same time, observe this person with a personality as vast as the universe." Bystanders... use this to solve all the problems in time, space, subjective consciousness, and objective reality..."

As he spoke, Feng Bujue's expression also changed, and a rare and true solemnity appeared on his face.

"There are only a handful of people in the human world who can reach this level..." Vincent continued with a smile. "You are worthy of being 'chosen' by Woody, haha... It seems that his deal with 'that person' is not a loss..."

"Whose deal is he with? What deal? What does it have to do with me?" Feng Bujue asked three questions in a row.

"Don't worry..." Vincent raised his left hand and waved his fingers, "There are some things that you will know when the time comes...I promise."

"Can you respond to my question with something other than nonsense?" Feng Bujue said coldly.

"Okay." Vincent replied with two very brief words, and then stopped talking.

"Hey..." Brother Jue was silent for two seconds, and then complained, "Are you going to tell me that this 'ok' is just a 'no nonsense' answer?"

"That's right." Vincent smiled, "That's right' counts."

Bang——

The next second, the gun rang out.

"Why are you doing this?" Vincent looked down at the bullet hole in his heart. Although the bullet went in, no blood came out at all. "I thought you and I had a similar sense of humor?"

"Yeah, I'm using this sense of humor." Feng Bujue said, picking up the assault rifle again and aiming at Vincent's crotch.

"Okay, okay... let's talk properly." Vincent turned sideways and crossed his legs, "Don't do these unnecessary things."

"Then I won't mince words with you." Feng Bujue knew that the intelligence of the devil in front of him was on the same level as Woody. When smart people talk to each other, they can be very profound or very direct. "Be more conscious and tell me everything you can."

"Don't be like this~" At this moment, Vincent's tone suddenly changed. It can't be said that he was being mean and cute, but he did mean that, "You are on SCP-738 now...the_devils_deal, as the name suggests...we It's a deal." He leaned back on the throne and spread his hands. "If you don't pay the corresponding price, you won't get any substantial reward, and there's nothing I can do about it."

"Really..." Feng Bujue said, "Then next, are we going to stage a drama where the devil lures mortals into taking the bait?"

"If you don't mind, I'll start right now." Vincent tilted his head slightly and looked at Brother Jue with a very sincere look.

"Okay~ Come on." Feng Bujue replied weakly.

"Ah~fame, power, wealth...everything in this world...is here with me..." Vincent seemed to be reciting a poem. He chanted impassionedly, "Mortal~ Whatever you want, just say it!"

"Is this how you lure others into making deals?" Feng Bujue raised his eyes and responded to Vincent with contempt, "I can't help but ask...how did you become Satan's henchman?"

"Haha..." Vincent smiled, "Okay, I'll be more serious." He cleared his throat, "How about I give you Li Ruoyu?"

"What did you say?" When Feng Bujue heard those three words, his expression immediately changed, becoming cold and frightening.

"Look~" Vincent replied proudly. "Someone is angry...why? Because I touched the most undefended part of his extremely powerful heart." As he spoke, his face seemed to be cast by an invisible shadow, "This is Mortals, Feng Bujue, please feel your own fragility... This is why the human soul is beautiful and dazzling. In contrast... we, the 'god-like' beings, are just ugly scoundrels, lackeys, and speculators. , Destroyer... I hate myself, Feng Bujue, but at the same time, I don't care... Can you understand this contradiction? "

"Forgive me, I can't." Feng Bujue responded coldly.

"Yeah..." Vincent continued sadly. "I know you can't...but just want you to think about it."

"So what if you think about it? Will it get closer to your so-called deity?" Feng Bujue said.

"Huh... who knows?" Vincent avoided this sharp question, "Let's get back to the business... You have also seen that I... know how to seduce you or threaten you... on this point , Woody and I are no different." His tone changed slightly. "But don't get me wrong, you are not 'acting according to our will'. I don't say this to take care of your self-esteem... This is a fact, and you understand it yourself."

He said, wagging his fingers. As he moved, a piece of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink flew out of the drawer next to the throne.

"I ask again, how about I give you Li Ruoyu?"

"What do you mean by 'give'?" Feng Bujue did not give an answer, but asked further.

Since it was about the substantive content of the transaction, Vincent had to tell the truth: "As long as you agree, she will be yours, from mind to body, everything about her..."

"You mean...control her thoughts?" Feng Bujue answered.

"Of course not." Vincent said, "With the strength of her soul, I cannot control or change her autonomous consciousness."

"Then what are you going to do?" Brother Jue asked again.

"It's very simple..." Vincent said, "Just unlock her 'seal'."

Hearing this, Feng Bujue's expression suddenly changed: "Can you break the seal under Woody?"

"Who told you... that the 'seal' was placed by Woody?" Vincent asked.

At this moment, countless fragments flashed through Feng Bujue's mind: "So it's you..."

"Yes." Vincent said, "That's me." He paused for a second and then added, "Li Ruoyu is also in this 'bet', and I am her bettor." He had already put down the feather He took the pen in his hand, dipped it in ink, and said to the parchment floating in the air, "I can tell you clearly that as long as I unlock the seal, she will find that she has fallen in love with you, how about it?" In this way, you don’t have to be blackmailed by Woody anymore. Do you want to trade? "

"What are the conditions?" Feng Bujue asked immediately.

"Haha... it's very simple." Vincent said, "In a few years, when your life ends..."

boom--

An explosion interrupted Vincent's words.

The door that had been closed by Feng Bujue was destroyed by fixed-point blasting from the outside. Amidst the smoke and dust, a group of dark figures filed in. One of them shouted loudly at Feng Bujue, who was still suffering from tinnitus: "Don't move. !”

Frequent footsteps and the sound of guns being loaded quickly surrounded Feng Bujue.

"Alas...what a pity." Vincent sighed, "Maybe this is God's will..."

"Wait a minute..." Feng Bujue said, "Even if we can't trade now, in reality..."

"That's impossible." Vincent knew what he was going to say, so he directly denied it. "On other occasions, I have no right to offer this level of deal. The only exception is when you are sitting on this SCP-738 , and... this is your only chance. The next time you sit on this chair, the devil who appears may not be me. "

"Hmph..." Feng Bujue also snorted, "Okay... maybe this is really God's will."

"Stop talking! Throw your weapons to the ground, stand up, and raise your hands!" The heavily armed security personnel were yelling at Brother Jue. They could not see or hear Vincent, and could only hear him faintly. A distorted sound echoed around the throne.

"Sorry, let's meet again if we are destined." Vincent said and disappeared from the throne. The parchment, quills, and ink floating in mid-air also flew back to the long drawer at lightning speed.

"Hurry up and do it! Otherwise we will shoot!" the security personnel gave an ultimatum.

Feng Bujue had no choice but to put down his gun, raised his hands and stood up. He knew...the guys from the SCP Foundation were not police officers. They really didn't mind "executing" their targets. Not to mention D-level personnel, they would kill their own people without blinking an eye.

Three seconds later, several strong men rushed up, subdued Feng Bujue to the ground, and handcuffed his hands again.

The security guard who had just shouted picked up the communicator and reported: "Sir, the target has been controlled, requesting further instructions..." (To be continued..)