Humanity, Utterly Defeated! / The SCP Foundation Joins the Investigation

But the female forensic doctor facing them fixed her astonished gaze on the barefoot man who had silently jumped down from the ventilation shaft behind them.

Actually... I hate violence the most...

Kevin rolled his eyes helplessly as he looked at the group of police officers who were focused on the autopsy room, thinking to himself.

Immediately, screams and gunshots echoed down the corridor, along with the dull thuds of flesh hitting the walls. The female forensic doctor, who was crouching with her head in her hands and hiding by the door, was too terrified to open her eyes.

"Now, we can negotiate..."

Atop the Meat Mountain, Kevin, chin in hand, smiled and extended a "friendly" request to the group of prisoners.

There's no other way. His identity is now in doubt, and he has a history of assault. According to American law enforcement standards, shooting him dead would be a normal course of action.

So, to validate himself, Kevin could only think of the current clumsy method—beating them all down...

At most, a few suffered broken bones, but they're still breathing. With a display of absolute power that didn't endanger their lives, they'll likely believe to some extent that I'm an S.H.I.E.L.D.. agent.

Just as Kevin and A2 went missing, the group returned to Los Angeles and reunited with Tony, Steve, and others, beginning a thorough search of the entire city.

In any case, it's time to drag these rats from the gutter of [Skynet] out!

P. S.: Another month has passed. I'll be updating extra on Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays.

Chapter 266, Section 280: Humanity's Utter Defeat!

One week later, on Catalina Island, in the living room of a two-story ocean-view villa.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman were sitting across from each other at a table, playing chess. Judging from the game, the woman was clearly in the lead, while the man was only barely holding on by making a desperate attempt to survive.

"General..."

The awakened Yuhar Robot A2 pushed its chariot forward and violently stormed into the enemy's royal court.

"I think... you shouldn't blaspheme your faith..."

The commander, whose face had regained some color, moved his "king" aside, leaving the "bishop" exposed to the wheels of the enemy's chariot.

"General..."

A2 remained indifferent and unmoved. After consuming the "faith," she pressed forward again, while simultaneously taking the alarm clock, winding it up, and waiting for time to pass.

"How about... we each take a step back?"

Kevin withdrew the lone "Knights," his smile genuine and touching.

"General..."

A2 was like an expressionless porcelain doll; the "Imperial Guard" pressed down, removing Kevin's "knight."

Staring at the only remaining "Knight" and "King" on the chessboard, Kevin's lips twitched, and he rubbed his forehead, deep in thought.

Time ticked by, and when the timer alarm rang, A2 stretched out her slender arm and grabbed the box of preserved plum candies that was the stake in the center of the table.

"Wait! I..."

Kevin held A2's wrist, his expression serious, as if he had something important to announce.

"I think the weather outside is nice, perfect for a walk on the beach. How about I push your wheelchair for you, free of charge!"

Taking a walk? A2 turned her head and glanced out the floor-to-ceiling window at the dark clouds, tightening her grip on the plum candy.

"You forced me to this! I'm closing the betting! I'll beat you tomorrow morning! Ever seen a comeback from the brink of defeat?!"

Kevin pulled the plum candy that was moving towards A2 back a few inches, revealing his true colors of bravado masking his inner weakness.

"You've used this method before, in the 11th round... the 18th round... the 24th round..."

Even A2, whose personality had become indifferent, couldn't help but roll her eyes at someone who was shamelessly being unreasonable.

They played over 40 games of chess, and half of them ended in a draw. Why?

Because every time it came to a crucial moment, that guy on the other side, who had no sportsmanship, would use excuses like going out for a walk, having a meal, or drinking tea to send her away, and then shuffle the chessboard and destroy the evidence.

"We're all so familiar with each other, can't you give me some face?!"

"Over 40 games in total, I haven't won a single one! Not a single one! Would it kill me to let you win a game?! Can't we just have some fun playing this game?!"

Kevin, his face flushed, half complained and half threatened, but his hands remained firmly on the bet.

"No! You yourself said that there are no fathers or daughters on the chessboard, and emotions cannot be mixed in..."

A2 responded seriously and, amidst Kevin's Affliction gaze, reclaimed her spoils.

"Stop! I didn't want to bully a machine, but you forced me to. We haven't lost yet, keep going!"

The commander tensed up, sat down on the sofa, and assumed a fighting stance.

A2, whose mind is accustomed to following rules, could only frown and put down the spoils he had just acquired.

"Hey, you two, stop fooling around. What do you want for lunch?"

The villa's owner, forensic pathologist Qiao, opened the closet and looked inside, then peeked into the living room and asked the two difficult people there.

"Spaghetti!"

"Portuguese desserts!"

Kevin and A2 exchanged a glance and each gave their answer regarding the food they wanted.

Due to a week-long fog blockade, Catalina Island was essentially cut off from the outside world, and food supplies were naturally interrupted.

After three waves of panic buying, there's really not much left to eat in the supermarket.

"Unfortunately, they only have Canned Food seafood..."

Joe shrugged and shook his head helplessly.

"Then why did you even ask? Just open whatever you want, what a waste of your excitement..."

What about other staple foods?

Kevin glanced at the preserved plum candies on the table, resisting the urge to steal them, and rolled his eyes as he continued to question them.

"We only have chickpeas left, so why don't we..."

The two people in Qiao Chong's living room waved the things in their hands.

"No way! I'd rather die than eat that stuff!"

"Same as above, refused!"

The two, who had repeatedly disagreed over the past few days, were now surprisingly in agreement, their expressions even bordering on utter disgust.

"Base ingredients..."

Joe rubbed his throbbing temples, seemingly oblivious to what was happening, and immediately put the chickpeas into the pot.

"Oh, tomato sauce, thank you, please add more shredded squid..."

"Hmm, curry, and two more pieces of tuna, belly fish, please..."

The two answered instinctively, and then focused their argument on the box of preserved plum candies in the center of the table.

Sigh... The female forensic doctor glanced at the two guys who were all talk and no action, and felt that her blood pressure was rising frequently during the seven days she had been taking care of them.

Seven days ago, after that man single-handedly took down the entire police station, faced with overwhelming force, everyone had no choice but to agree to release the two men.

However, in order to alleviate the pressure on the police department, which was currently in a state of panic, they voluntarily put on electronic ankle bracelets, and the heavy responsibility of guarding these threatening individuals naturally fell to the female forensic pathologist, Joe.

Originally, they were only responsible for one person and one body, but four days ago, the agent named "Kevin" somehow woke up his dead companion.

As the spine gradually healed, A2 was able to move her upper body slightly. In response, the police station specially delivered a wheelchair to her home as a gesture of goodwill.

Although the two people in front of me are relatively well-behaved, spending their days playing chess, eating, and sleeping, they rarely inquire about what's happening outside.

Being around them feels like watching over a pair of lions licking their wounds; the electronic shackles, though seemingly unnecessary, are more like decorations to satisfy the zookeeper's psychological needs.

Fortunately, strong mental fortitude is a prerequisite for working as a forensic pathologist, and Qiao is the kind of person who is so strong that she's almost carefree, so she adapted quickly.

We've settled down here, but things are getting increasingly unsettled on the island. Yesterday, I heard that someone saw dozens of silvery-white hermit crabs on the beach.

Furthermore, the bullets failed to penetrate their armor.

Even worse, there were at least dozens of speedboats docked in the bay, and none of the people who sailed them out have been heard from.

Even the most naive among them understood that if something was wrong in this area of the sea, there was likely some lurking danger.

Therefore, those who remained huddled in their hotels, some indulging in a life of pleasure and others filled with anxiety, created a depressing and heavy atmosphere that silently spread and intensified.

Perhaps, we can only rely on them...

The female forensic pathologist, Qiao, turned her complicated gaze to the two people in the living room who were still playing chess and fighting over candy.

You two are just freeloading; you'd better get well soon!

The female forensic doctor, her face filled with regret, hesitated for a moment before reaching into the back of the closet and pulling out a jar of her treasured items.

Feeling down or stressed? Try something different.

When the lid was pulled open with difficulty, a rich and strange aroma filled the air.

"Damn it! You're cooking shit in the kitchen again! Would it kill you to eat less Canned Food herring?!"

Someone who was gambling on chess suddenly twitched their nose, their expression changed drastically, and they immediately overturned the table and screamed in agony.

A2 smelled the stench of decaying corpses filling his nostrils, glanced at the chess pieces scattered on the ground, and at the scumbag opposite him who had secretly stuffed a preserved plum candy into his pocket. His lips twitched awkwardly.

For the first time, she felt that the human species should just be destroyed!

P. S.: Female forensic pathologist Qiao is an original character.

Actually, if you have any story characters you'd like to add, you can list them out and I'll take a look.

Chapter 267, Section 281: The SCP Foundation's Intervention in the Investigation

Los Angeles, Stark Industries Tower, people sit in rows, the atmosphere heavy and oppressive.

"Over the past ten days, we have conducted a wide-area search of two-thirds of Los Angeles, but after careful investigation, we still haven't found Skynet's hideout..."

"Moreover, hundreds of conflicts, large and small, have occurred during this period, and the police department and the city government are already overwhelmed and have refused to continue the search mission,"

Black Widow lifted the stack of documents, which was half her height, onto the table, then frowned and began to speak, pressing her temples.

Los Angeles is a large and dispersed urban complex. Before the 1950s, the city mainly developed in a horizontal direction, with low-rise buildings extending in all directions. Although the ban was later lifted.

However, the essential nature of the building structure remains unchanged during the process of urban redevelopment.

The city is loosely composed of eight relatively independent parts, with a mixed immigrant population. There is a Japanese community called "Little Tokyo", a Chinese community called "Chinatown", the northeastern part has a strong Mexico influence, and the central and southern part is a predominantly Black community.

Moreover, given the presence of Los Angeles gangs and the gray market, conducting a thorough, comprehensive search is extremely difficult.

It's truly remarkable that those Los Angeles police officers have managed to hold out until now before going on strike.

However, those present were clearly dissatisfied with this outcome.

"Heh, so all the billions of dollars in taxes I pay every year are going to support this bunch of good-for-nothings?"

"Since S.H.I.E.L.D..'s top-down approach isn't working, I'll take my own measures to monitor the entire city!"

Tony abandoned his relaxed posture, straightened up, tapped his fingers on the glass table, and launched into a tirade of sarcastic remarks.

His relationship with Kevin wasn't exactly one of life-or-death bond, but Kevin was a guest he had personally invited, not to mention that the guy had saved his and Pepper's lives.

"Even if you have your grievances, Tony Howard, if he were alive, he certainly wouldn't want the industrial empire he built to become a toy for you to trample on the law and social order!"

Steve spoke up to defend S.H.I.E.L.D.., but the situation is currently chaotic, with Skynet still lurking in the shadows. Stark Industries has just acquired a stake in Hammer Industries and hasn't had time to digest it yet.

From a broader perspective, he absolutely did not want Tony to have a falling out with the government agencies that were on their side.

"Don't try to lecture me in my father's name, old man!"

The arrogant Tony had long been at odds with government departments, so he naturally had some goodwill towards Steve, who was forced into the Avengers by S.H.I.E.L.D..

Black Widow Natasha looked at the two about to start arguing again and couldn't help but rub her forehead in Affliction.

To be honest, without that guy's mediation, the Avengers would have faced a lot of troubles.

However, he is not entirely to blame for the current situation.

Currently, due to the Raccoon City's report, S.H.I.E.L.D.. has cooperated with government agencies to begin some investigations into military leaders.