Angela's voice sounded at that moment.
[Although I'm busy and really want to drag this guy over here, I don't think he'll live much longer. Just have him sign this contract and let him go.]
So Xiao Huasheng handed the contract to him and said, "Sign this contract, and as long as you stay alive, you can keep living freely outside. If you die, you can only come work for the company like a slave."
Makuku picked up the contract and signed it without even looking.
"You're being that straightforward?"
"I've read it before. Give Angela my regards." Makuku waved in response.
Who knew how many times the Makuku before her had already reincarnated in that simple sentence?
[I always feel like I've worked with this guy for a long time. So irritating, this time-manipulating ability.]
Angela muttered in Xiao Huasheng's head as well.
After signing the contract, Xiao Huasheng headed into the Foundation. "Then take care of yourself. Don't die too quickly, okay?"
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 as chaotic as they were now,
there was no better time to escape the Foundation.
They could deal with what came afterward later!
After saying goodbye, Makuku took a gas mask from his clothes and put it on.
Then, like a superhuman sprinting the hundred-meter dash, he shot out through the gates, vanishing in a blur faster than Bolt.
Leaving Xiao Huasheng staring dumbfounded behind him.
That mask seemed to be some kind of Entity too.
"Good grief."
She watched that orange figure and grumbled, then decided this was not a place to linger!
Just as she was about to teleport directly to the portal,
a wild roar came from overhead!
"You stinking concrete statue! You're nearby, aren't you?! 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 hesitated.
"Hey, you lizard, why are you so good at finding openings to cause trouble for people?"
At the very least, SCP-682 had done her a favor. 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 higher ground and aimed at SCP-682.
As the recoil of the launcher drove even Xiao Huasheng backward, a powerful rocket blasted out.
"Bang!!!"
Vishdale requested permission to deploy!
Which Terra Was This? It Was Seriously Ruining People's Lives! [2nd Update]
"Report the casualties among the Mobile Task Forces currently assigned to this facility!"
The Mobile Task Force commander who had come as reinforcements asked about the Foundation's casualties before him so he could determine their remaining combat strength.
Watching the giant lizard thrash wildly atop the facility, his brows furrowed so tightly they nearly formed a single line.
The situation before him was truly dire. When dealing with Entities, only the Mobile Task Force could serve as the main force of resistance.
Unless absolutely necessary, containment teams would never be released lightly.
"Hey! Is your facility's intelligence officer dead or something? Answer me!"
Irritated, he could not help 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, as well as the three Mobile Task Forces stationed here and their commanders, have been killed!"
"The acting director is dead too?"
"Yes. His vital signs have disappeared."
"Tch." The commander clicked his tongue, utterly vexed.
The words were brief, but the information they brought was incomparably grim.
A long silence followed.
The commander of the reinforcing Mobile Task Force pursed his lips and looked solemnly into the facility.
What had it become inside?
No one knew.
But the coming battle against this group of containment objects was unavoidable.
"I understand."
He nodded slightly, drew a deep breath, and spoke into the radio again.
"Implement High-Level Capture Protocol Seven on Entity-682! Activate Beta Tactic!"
The words were brief. The Mobile Task Force, which had originally formed an encirclement, rapidly spread out, while their suppressive fire briefly weakened.
This was merely the calm before the storm.
Over the next five seconds, they would carry out the strictest operational procedure. 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 use anti-aircraft guns to harass it continuously, then tear off SCP-682's limbs in a single second before it could exert any force!
During that opening, countless shells would rain down upon SCP-682's face!
But just as SCP-682 remained on guard and the Mobile Task Force finished preparing,
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 quickly that none of the present task force members could compare.
But this was not the time to show off.
The Mobile Task Force commander's eyes widened as he cursed furiously.
"Who the hell is that bastard?! Patch me through to him!"
The adjutant beside him immediately got to work, but after fiddling around for a while, he could only spread his hands.
"He's not from our unit. He might be a Mobile Task Force member from this facility..."
"Did all his comrades die and make him lose his mind?! That bastard! Is this how the Foundation trained him?!"
"Should we launch the attack immediately?"
"Launch it! If he wants to die, that's his own fault!"
Just as the commander was about to give the order for a high-intensity 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 hell?!
That was the only thought left in the commander's mind.
An intensely bright, daylight-white flash blinded every member of the unit.
Rumble!!
The ground shook without end.
Amid the vast 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 an instant, 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 could not 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 pain in his head and issued an order to the entire Mobile Task Force.
"All personnel! Fire indiscriminately at the top of the facility!"
With their senses still unclear, that was the only order he could give!
For a time, suppressive fire resumed. Machine guns roared, anti-aircraft shells exploded as they flew in from afar, and the fire-control systems locked onto the top of the facility and launched missiles.
Amid the unceasing tremors,
the members gradually recovered their senses. When they saw what was atop the facility, they all stopped firing without a word.
"This..."
Everyone stared uncertainly at the situation above the facility.
A horrifyingly enormous hole had appeared in the top of the supposedly indestructible facility. Scorching lava still dripped down from within it, while small objects from above had been blown everywhere.
As for Entity-682...
It was gone.
"Notify every task force unit! Search for Entity-682 with all your strength!"
The Mobile Task Force commander immediately issued another order.
Just who the hell was that member?!
What kind of RPG had that insane level of power?!
It had to have been loaded with a miniature nuclear bomb!
One shot had actually blown a massive hole through a facility constructed by countless engineering and mechanics experts!
Even the Mobile Task Force's attacks had only peeled away its outer layer!
And this was a blastproof wall!
Xiao Huasheng appeared inside the Foundation, teleporting continuously.
She kept moving deeper into the Foundation.
Thinking back to what had just happened, she laughed with lingering fear.
"Blowing that giant lizard away shouldn't be a problem, right?"
With the intention of helping SCP-682 escape,
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