Don't Move! Interpol! / The Foundation Takes Action

Kevin rolled his eyes, stiffened his neck, and responded in a gruff voice.

To avoid revealing his identity and causing unnecessary trouble, he was extremely cautious.

So far, apart from Rentaro Satomi has some doubts, probably not many people know that the person who imprisoned hundreds of scavengers by dividing space, who channeled Gastrea into the garrison camp, who severely injured Sephiroth, and who helped the Pseudo-Herrscher retreat, was all this good citizen.

The uniqueness of the Space Corridor allowed the children to sleep soundly. Raiden Mei and the others who went inside to catch mice only knew that someone was going to cause trouble at the camp that night.

However, just as he was about to easily kill the guy with the aura of extraterrestrial life, the Thunder Big Sister suddenly appeared and disrupted Kevin's plan.

Due to the deterrent effect of the Electromagnetic Railgun [Sky Ladder] and the gathering of the Imperial Army, thousands of low-level Gastrea that had ventured deep into the land were naturally wiped out.

Since he didn't want the Thunder to associate his presence with the "angel" who descended last night, Kevin had no choice but to avoid making contact.

Of course, Kevin wouldn't explicitly state the specific reasons; he merely raised a challenging topic.

Who is the ultimate player at hide-and-seek?

As it turns out, Kevin himself was the only one who could do it; his ability to create holes in space is truly unparalleled.

Protected by the Space Corridor, the group had no idea what was happening outside. After clearing out the enemies, they were worried about where to vent their boundless energy, so they covered Kevin's entry into the Spatial Rift to tease the remaining little girls.

"How about we bet on lollipops? I guarantee we'll make them cry!"

Kiana jumped out, made a cunning suggestion, and placed her claws on Kevin's neck, showing a rare display of intimacy.

Please, have some decency! Is this all you've got?

Kevin rubbed his forehead and closed his eyes, then rubbed his temples in frustration, somewhat regretting joining the little girls' game.

In contrast, Bronya, who was in a technical role, reacted much more calmly. She simply HOMU jacket and observed Kevin from different angles, seriously collecting samples such as hair and dander, clearly very curious about Kevin's spatial teleportation ability.

Well, if he intends to harm Mei, we must come up with a strategy to deal with it.

Kevin was being used as a guinea pig, wanted to continue resisting, but was met with fierce opposition from the girls in the carriage.

Rarely seeing such an interesting fellow, the little girls began to handle the collected samples, handing them to Bronya, who was openly bidding and offering snacks to buy materials.

In the end, Kevin, with his hands and feet held down by a group of girls, was pointed at and whispered about, surrounded by blasphemers who plucked his hair, leaving him somewhat on the verge of tears.

What terrible things have I done?! This world is awful, it should just be destroyed!

Meanwhile, in Tokyo, on the 21st basement floor of the [World Tree Game] planning company, in the meeting room.

"What is this? Is it a cutscene from the SAO update?"

Koichiro Yuuki had already been promoted to game designer, looked at the two figures with Black and White Wings clashing against each other under the dark night sky on the central screen and couldn't help but ask a question out of curiosity.

Akihiko Kayaba, who was sitting down on the side, nodded slightly to his wife. Rinko Shinjo stood up and glanced at the members of the [World Tree] team, including Asuna Yuuki, and her tone became serious.

"Last night, the second coastal megalithic monument in the Abandoned Commercial District was attacked by Pseudo-Herrscher and Gastrea..."

"The battle was ultimately stopped by two winged super-lifeforms, but the energy surge they unleashed was no weaker than that of Herrscher..."

"Current intelligence indicates that the Blackwing is named Sephiroth, Adam created by Schrodinger Company in the [New Human Plan]..."

"As for the second one..."

Rinko Shinjo paused, her expression solemn.

"According to a Level 5 classified file of the Foundation authorized by the O5 Council, this anomalous creature is named SCP-001—[Eden Angel]!"

"From this moment forward, the Tokyo-based Second Mobile Task Force [World Tree] will end its leave and immediately begin tracking and investigating [Eden Angel]!"

P. S.: Two extra chapters added, currently 34-2=32 chapters owed.

Furthermore, Kevin's appearance as SCP-001 is also an attempt to turn a lie into reality.

Because in a sense, the Skyfire Greatsword, the Angel Gene, the protection of humanity's Elysian Realm Eden, and the ability to slicing through space—these are all features that almost perfectly match the description of SCP-001.

It's easy to Conceptual Replication a suit of armor that meets the requirements. Besides, since he passed through the Key of Blank, it's theoretically possible to replicate the battle suit.

Chapter 484, Section 511: Don't Move! Interpol Officer!

Inside Raiden Mei's villa, a group of little girls who had been temporarily housed there were happily playing with Lego bricks and other games.

However, the young lady of ME Company, who received the message from her father on the balcony, frowned deeply after pushing open the door.

These nearly one hundred little ones have no birth certificates or identification documents. Taking advantage of Schrodinger Company's preoccupation with other matters, it will be quite difficult to arrange for their proper resettlement through government channels.

Now somewhat exhausted, Raiden Ryoma is clearly incapable of handling this kind of work.

Finally, two proposals remained: send them to the St. Freya Academy to become Valkyrie, or transfer them to Anti-Entropy's orphanage to become Cocolia's goddaughters.

However, upon hearing that they would have to leave this place where they faced so much discrimination, the children fell silent for some reason, then shook their heads, seemingly with a deep sense of reluctance to leave.

"Mother hasn't come to see us yet..."

Mother? Kevin couldn't help but think of the cold- Pseudo-Herrscher from last night.

Under the Schrodinger Company's deeply entrenched influence, St. Freya Academy and Anti-Entropy found it difficult to intervene, leaving Kiana and the others, who wanted to help, somewhat helpless.

However, while everyone was frowning in worry, Kevin, who was forced to keep his women's clothes, carefully slipped into the room, changed into his own clothes, and disappeared into the Spatial Rift.

Inside an abandoned warehouse, a stench filled the air. The grotesque remains of Gastrea were piled up haphazardly. Two groups, each armed to the teeth, were exchanging viral fluid for cash.

But as both sides accepted each other's chips, the tightly closed door was gently pushed open, revealing a figure dressed in travel clothes, a lollipop dangling from his mouth, holding two guns, leaning lazily against the doorway.

"ICPO, you've been arrested..."

"..."

When the crowd saw the tall, beautiful Western woman who had come alone, their lips twitched, and they were momentarily at a loss for how to react.

"Oh, I almost forgot, they told me to take photos and collect evidence first..."

"Yes, maintaining this posture is better than not moving..."

Policewoman Jill took her phone out of her pocket and slowly took pictures of the more than twenty armed men in the abandoned warehouse.

When the flash went off, the crowd, regaining their senses, immediately changed their expressions and reacted instinctively, raising their guns and firing.

Okay, the conditions for self-defense and counterattack have been met, that's fine...

Jill smirked, then with superhuman speed, drew her two pistols from her waistband and weaved through the chaotic barrage of fire, taking down the virus traffickers one by one at close range.

"Superhuman! Sniper! Sniper, fucking answer me!"

The trader leader stared at the corpses scattered across the abandoned warehouse, cold sweat pouring down his face, as he roared furiously into his headset.

However, pleasant words of advice came from the other side.

"Sir, for your own safety, you'd better surrender. Sister Jill has lost something and hasn't been in a good mood lately..."

Shirley, who had silently taken out the enemy sniper, set up the American-made sniper rifle on the balcony, adjusted the angle while talking, and then pulled the trigger, instantly killing a guy who pulled out an RPG from inside the car with a headshot.

"Right now, I'm not in a very good mood either..."

At this moment, the trading boss inside the abandoned warehouse tried to struggle, but as soon as he raised his gun, policewoman Jill kicked his wrist, breaking it. He fell to the side screaming in agony.

However, just as Jill took out handcuffs, preparing to lock the target, the abandoned warehouse opened up with a dull thud, and a two- or three-meter-long mechanical arm swept across the air.

[Anti-Entropy] humanoid mecha? Cocolia, that shrew, really dares to sell anything.

Jill dropped her pistol, maxed out her dodge, and ran to avoid the massive bullets from the 20mm close-range defensive machine gun. Along the way, she grabbed a rocket launcher that had fallen to the ground, then aimed at the cockpit and pulled the trigger.

However, whether the operator on the other side was exceptionally gifted or the RPG was simply too outdated, the sweeping mechanical arm directly smashed through the flying rocket.

Trouble! Jill looked displeased. She stepped on the bent knee of the humanoid mech, jumped up, clenched her right fist, and then slammed it into the cockpit door.

The bulletproof steel plate, several tens of millimeters thick, was pierced through. The terrified driver was dragged out of the cockpit and thrown into the warehouse.

Complete! As the behemoth collapsed, the policewoman fanned away the billowing dust, having no time to even check her makeup, and didn't even catch her breath.

However, when she turned her gaze to where the original leader of the transaction had been, she couldn't help but twitch her lips awkwardly.

Well, that spot just happened to be hit squarely by the fallen humanoid mech; even if they pulled it out now, all you'd see would be a pile of mud.

It seems this mission has gone wrong again...

As soon as Jill turned around, the humanoid mech behind her was lifted up with a creak, revealing a bloodied and mangled monster with a single, venomous eye fixed on the graceful figure.

I said...

The policewoman was getting impatient, thinking, "He's about to die and he's still injecting himself with the virus." But before she could turn around, a spatial fluctuation caused a white-haired little boy with his hands in his pockets to jump from the crack onto the wreckage of the mecha.

"Bang!" The heavy object, which had just been lifted a few inches, suddenly pressed down, and the slight sound of a grape being accidentally crushed became its final echo.

"What's wrong? What do you want to tell me?"

Kevin looked puzzled, then jumped off the mech, walked around the bloodstains and corpses, and stepped forward.

"It's gone now..."

Policewoman Jill shrugged, silently mourning for the unfortunate man for half a second, before her pretty face brightened.

"What brings you to visit your old flame today, Boss?"

Kevin guiltily glanced away, somewhat unable to look directly at the policewoman who was crouching down at his height.

"Um, I need your help with something. Could you register a group of children here so they can have legal status?"

Then, under Jill's mocking gaze, Kevin briefly explained the situation he was facing.

"I knew it! That scumbag who'd pull up his pants and disappear!"

Jill rolled her eyes, unable to resist a sarcastic remark, but dealing with personal feelings and solving the problem at the same time were not mutually exclusive. She casually took out her phone and dialed a number.

"Kirishima, Warehouse No. 7 has been cleared. You can have Rika Minami bring your Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's First Division Special Assault Unit to collect the bodies..."

"Danger? Everyone's almost dead, what danger is there?"

"You mean alive? Don't even think about asking me for help. Interpol Officer wouldn't even dare to pair me and Shirley with teammates, let alone risk the target's life."

"Also, there should be quite a few missing persons whose fate is unknown on the resettlement list from the first Gastrea Invasion, right?"

"Give me over a hundred identity documents for girls around 12 years old, and send them to Tsugumi; I need them..."

Immediately, the policewoman dialed another number, and amidst the meowing ringtone, a grumpy voice came from under the covers.

"What?"

"Get up and get to work. Help me hack into Tokyo's household registration system and change the identities of some children..."

"Anyway, you're a regular there. Once this is done, I'll cover everything you want in Akihabara..."

"Make a deal!"

It had all happened in just three minutes, and Kevin was somewhat taken aback.

"That's... done?"

Then, Jill turned off her phone and nodded with a relaxed expression.

"Hmm, what did you think?"

"The SCP Foundation employs so many people, each with their own purpose..."

What kind of monster did I leave behind? Its size is so vast that it covers almost every industry, and it can easily break through Schrodinger Company's tight defenses. Kevin was speechless.

"Smack..."

Jill clapped her hands, smiled, and placed her fingers on Kevin's shoulder, lightly licking her lips with her pink tongue.

"However, there's a fee..."

Chapter 485, Section 512: The Foundation in Action

Early in the morning, in a secluded hotel, a refreshed policewoman named Jill leaned against the headboard, took out a piece of chewing gum, skillfully put it in her mouth, and chewed while savoring the aftertaste.

It's a pity I quit smoking by eating candy for many years, otherwise lighting one up and taking a few puffs would have been a really novel experience.

"I said, aren't you afraid of the police checking your room?"

Kevin threw back the covers, sat up in bed, and muttered to himself while chewing on a preserved plum.

"You didn't have as many concerns last night..."

"Besides, I am a police officer, and Interpol Officer at that!"