Foundation Exusiai, Containment Breach!

Angela's voice rang out at that moment.

[Although I'm so busy right now that I want to grab this guy, I don't think he'll live much longer. Just have him sign this contract and let him go.]

Xiao Huasheng handed the contract to him and said, "Sign this contract. As long as you don't die, you can keep living it up outside. But if you die, you'll have to come work for the company like a beast of burden."

Makuku took the contract, didn't even bother looking at it, and signed his name.

"That readily?"

"I've read it before. Give Angela my regards." Makuku waved back.

From that simple sentence alone, who knew how many times the Makuku before her had already gone through reincarnation.

[I always feel like I've worked with this guy for a long time. So annoying, this time-control ability.]

Angela muttered in Xiao Huasheng's head as well.

After signing the contract, Xiao Huasheng headed deeper into the Foundation. "Take care, then. Don't die too soon."

After thinking it over, that was the only blessing she could come up with.

Makuku smiled helplessly. "Thanks for the kind words. Seriously."

The two went their separate ways.

With things this chaotic,

there was no better time to escape the Foundation.

The rest could wait until later!

After saying goodbye, Makuku took out a gas mask from his clothes and put it on.

Then, like a superhuman sprinting the hundred meters, he shot through the gates at full speed, vanishing in a flash and running faster than Bolt.

Leaving Xiao Huasheng dumbfounded.

That mask seemed to be some kind of entity too.

"Good grief."

Watching that orange figure, she couldn't help mocking him. This place was not somewhere she could stay any longer!

Just as she was about to teleport straight to the portal,

a furious roar came from overhead!

"You damn concrete statue! You're nearby, right?! Hurry up and help me! I can't hold on anymore!"

Only Xiao Huasheng could understand that voice. To outsiders, it was merely a shrill scream.

Faced with SCP-682's plea for help, Xiao Huasheng found herself in a bind.

"Hey, you lizard, how are you so good at finding gaps to bother people?"

At the very least, SCP-682 had helped her. Without its memories, Xiao Huasheng could never have made it this far so smoothly.

Looking at the task force members currently ganging up on SCP-682, she decided to join them.

With a thought,

a compromise solution appeared.

An RPG appeared in her slender hands, its barrel giving off a low glow.

Holding the launcher, she smiled faintly. Fire support was in position!

She climbed to a high point and aimed at SCP-682.

As the recoil dragged Xiao Huasheng backward, a powerful rocket blasted out.

"Bang!!!"

Vishdale, requesting permission to deploy!

What Terra Is This? It's Ruining Lives! [2nd update]

"Report the casualty status of the Mobile Task Force members currently at this facility!"

The Mobile Task Force commander who had come as reinforcements questioned the Foundation personnel before him about the casualties, using that information to determine how much fighting power remained.

Watching the giant lizard flail wildly atop the facility, his brows furrowed so tightly they nearly became one straight line.

The situation before him was truly grim. When it came to entities, only the Mobile Task Force possessed the greatest combat strength to resist them.

Unless absolutely necessary, containment object squads would never be released lightly.

"Hey! Is this facility's intelligence officer dead or something? Answer me!"

In his frustration, he couldn't help angrily cursing at the person on the other end of the radio.

Unfortunately, all that remained was static.

At that moment, one of his subordinates walked over and reported the situation.

"Report! All research and administrative personnel at Site-1024, including this facility's acting director, along with the three Mobile Task Forces stationed here and their commanders, have all perished!"

"The acting director is dead too?"

"Yes. All vital signs have disappeared."

"Tsk." The commander clicked his tongue, utterly irritated.

The report was brief, but the information it conveyed was horrifyingly tragic.

After a long silence,

the reinforcements' Mobile Task Force commander pursed his lips and stared gravely into the facility.

What exactly had happened in there?

No one knew.

But a battle against this group of containment objects was unavoidable.

"I understand."

He nodded slightly, took a deep breath, and called into the radio once more.

"Implement High-Altitude Capture Protocol Seven on Entity 682! Activate Beta Tactic!"

The order was brief. The Mobile Task Force units that had originally formed an encirclement rapidly spread out, while their suppressive fire was temporarily reduced.

This was merely the calm before the storm.

Over the next five seconds, they would carry out an extremely rigorous operation. A total of five armed helicopters would fire grappling hooks into Entity 682's body.

To prevent SCP-682 from counterattacking through the grappling hooks, the infantry would continuously harass it with anti-aircraft guns, then tear off its limbs in a single second before it could exert any force!

During that opening, countless shells would rain down on SCP-682's face!

But just as SCP-682 stood on guard and the Mobile Task Force was ready,

a member wearing a Mobile Task Force uniform and carrying an RPG on their back began climbing toward the top of the facility, moving so fast that none of the task force members present could compare.

But this was not the time to show off.

The Mobile Task Force commander widened his eyes and cursed angrily.

"Who the hell is that?! Get me in contact with them!"

The adjutant at his side immediately sprang into action, but after fiddling with the equipment for a while, he could only spread his hands.

"They aren't from our unit. They might be a Mobile Task Force member from this facility..."

"Did they lose their mind because all their comrades died?! That bastard! Is this how the Foundation trained them?!"

"Should we launch the attack immediately?"

"Launch it! If they want to die, that's their own damn fault!"

Just as the commander was about to give the order for an intensive strike,

the person who had climbed onto the facility raised the RPG and aimed it at Entity 682.

With a whoosh!

The rocket was faster than a bullet! In the blink of an eye, it exploded against Entity 682's body!

What the fuck?!

That was the only thought left in the commander's mind.

An incredibly blinding, daylight-bright flash nearly blinded every member.

Boom—!!

The earth shook without end.

Within that endless whiteness, terrifying sound waves crashed over them.

The armed helicopters lurched upward and dared not move.

The personnel below were all shaken flat onto the ground. Only their sense of touch told them that a suffocating gust had swept over their heads.

In the blink of an eye, every task force member felt as though a flashbang had been stuffed into their helmet. They could see nothing and hear nothing.

Even though the commander knew he was screaming, he couldn't hear a single sound.

It was like some bizarre silent pantomime.

After a long while, light returned to their eyes, and their hearing gradually cleared.

Still deeply unsettled, the commander endured the pounding in his head and gave an order to the entire Mobile Task Force.

"All personnel! Fire indiscriminately at the top of the facility!"

With their senses still muddled, this was the only order he could give!

For a time, suppressive fire resumed. Machine guns roared, anti-aircraft shells exploded as they streaked in from afar, and the fire-control systems locked onto the top of the facility and launched missiles.

Amid the constant shaking,

the members' senses gradually recovered. When they saw what was atop the facility, they all stopped firing at once.

"This..."

Everyone stared at the top of the facility in uncertainty.

A terrifyingly huge hole had appeared in the supposedly indestructible facility. Scorching lava continued dripping down from it, while smaller objects atop the facility had been blown everywhere.

As for Entity 682...

it was gone.

"Notify all task force units! Search for Entity 682 with all available strength!"

The Mobile Task Force commander immediately issued another order.

Just who was that member?!

What kind of RPG had that insane level of power?!

It was practically like stuffing a miniature nuclear bomb inside!

One shot had blasted a massive hole through a facility built by countless engineering and mechanics experts!

The Mobile Task Force's own attacks had only managed to peel back its outer layer!

And that was a blastproof wall!

Xiao Huasheng appeared inside the Foundation, teleporting repeatedly.

She continued advancing deeper into the Foundation.

Remembering what had just happened, she gave a lingeringly fearful laugh.

"Blowing that giant lizard away shouldn't be a problem, right?"

With the intention of helping old SCP-682 escape,