Star Railway: Building a Foundation from the Beginning

Dr. Light glared at Dr. Clef for a moment, until the latter removed his top hat from his face, revealing his peculiar three eyes, and then looked back at the computer to the side.

As the Site Director operated, he operated for a while.

The live news broadcast was turned off, and in its place was a diagram of the hospital's building structure, a map of the distribution of underground pipes in the surrounding area.

Under the north line,

The lines of blue, green, yellow, red, orange and purple extend straight and intersect with each other, weaving a network to show the whole building from another perspective.

"This explosion was not normal. "

As he spoke, Dr. Light shook the laser pointer and sketched on the projection screen.

Depending on the severity of the explosion, the degree of damage to the building, the magnitude of the earthquake......

and so on.

The Foundation concluded that:

Either someone carried out a terrorist attack in a hospital and hid hundreds of kilograms of high-energy explosives;

Either the federal government has nothing to do and shoots missiles at hospitals.

“...... So, there must be an anomaly in it. "

Truly...... Dr. Clef nodded frequently, but his gaze was not focused on the point of light.

I have to say that although the Foundation is ridiculed by internal employees from time to time - "we contain, we fail, we run away".

When the critical moment comes, the Foundation is always the one who reacts quickly to the anomalies that are mixed with daily life, and controls the anomalies that may pose a threat to the human world.

"But that's not a strong proof...... Next, there is the evolution of the Hume index in the region. "

As Dr. Light's voice fell, the two-dimensional projection image changed abruptly, and the Hume index was visualized as a curve graph, distributed in three-dimensional space.

The highest peak coincided with the hospital where the explosion occurred.

There is no doubt that there is a strong reality distortion here.

"The special service team and agents have already left for the scene, and I believe that there will be corresponding news in the near future, and we will gather you here to prepare in advance. "

Dr. Light turned off the laser pointer and looked around at the people sitting in the room.

There is one here, they are all doctors of the Foundation, and their authority is not low, each of them is a talent, and each of them has unique skills.

No, maybe just let me go over and shove the shotgun into the target's mouth, and then shoot it in the head, scattering its fragments evenly on the snow, which is an effective response......

Dr. Clef rolled his lips.

He watched every containment equally, executing or containing, except for his daughter, of course.

It was only at this time that he had the feeling that he was a Foundation researcher and a doctor......

Rather than a sad old father who is separated from his daughter......

Dr. Light didn't know anything about it, and explained everything in a normal tone.

It wasn't until the doctors present nodded their heads and signaled that they had no questions about the previous topic that she continued to advance:

"The O5 Councillors have used their personal connections to get the state to notify the press so they can report as they do on the screen. "

"We need to prepare for containment, arrange a reality anchor, apply for the use of psychic shielding alloy if necessary, increase the defense level of the entire site, and put the security personnel in place......"

Whew – enough trouble every time.

Dr. Clef breathed a sigh of relief and lifted his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose to relax.

I hope this new guy isn't a troublemaker.

Every Foundation site is stuffed with a bunch of bizarre containment objects, and every time there is a full containment breach......

Dr. Clef couldn't have imagined the terrible consequences.

But if you think about it, it's just a matter of turning on the mechanical séance and restarting the world.

Get used to it.

Dr. Light continued to explain the rest of the site until Foundation personnel arrived on site and she adjourned the meeting.

Dr. Clef did not leave immediately, and continued to put his feet on the conference table, seemingly beginning to sleep.

The chandelier was turned off one by one.

"Click-"

As the last light dimmed, the entire conference room went dark, and the hallway light seeped through the cracks in the door, barely outlining the contents of the room.

In this almost total darkness, Clef's green, blue, and hazel eyes were extremely clear, silently staring at the screen in front of the conference room.

......

"Handsome, Dr. Clef, it would have been even more flavorful if you pulled the trigger of the shotgun one more time at this time. "

"As one of the Four Doctors of the Apocalypse, from the beginning of the meeting to the end of the meeting, I didn't care about the feelings of the site director. "

“...... So, how many Hume instruments does the Foundation have in place to be able to draw such accurate charts?"

"There will be no less, the Foundation is simply pervasive, and it has infiltrated all walks of life, so it can only be said that it is worthy of the administrator, and he started to lay out everything early. "

"Caring for Dr. Clef, an empty nester, starts with me. "

......

Screen switching.

Above the ruins of the hospital, the fire was nearly extinguished, with only a few flames and smoldering wood still threatening.

But the explosion made it chaotic:

rubble, fragments of medical equipment, and stumps scattered everywhere;

The air was filled with an unpleasant smell of soot, mixed with the smell of burnt and burnt.

In the heavy snow, it was dark and bleak.

Red and blue police lights, mournful sirens, never-ending human voices, whistling winds, and the cries of victims' families......

"It's miserable......"

A young journalist couldn't bear it.

He sighed so emotionally, but saw a group of silent figures, and their footsteps kept moving inward.

Just as he was turning his camera on the silent group of rescuers, a heavily armed police officer stood in front of his camera:

"Hello, please show your press card, we need to ensure order on the spot. "

The reporter was stunned for a moment, slowly raised his head, and looked at the majestic police officer in front of him with some incredulity.

But as his vision expanded, he saw more police cars approaching, and the officers pulled up a cordon to drive away unrelated people.

They are very different from the policemen on weekdays, with a black aura around them and a sense of oppression.

"Okay. "

The reporter was very anxious and didn't want to argue with the person in front of him, after all, the other party could empty the magazine for him reasonably and legally.

"Give, you want. "

The police officer took the press card, looked at it for a while, looked up at the anxious reporter for a while, and then returned the card to him.

"Okay, you can continue shooting. "

The reporter replied with the same expression:

"Okay, thank you. "

In his heart, he secretly cursed:

Pat you with a sour radish and don't eat it.

Where is the silent team in the ruins?

The reporter took a deep breath, went around to another angle, and bled in his heart for the missed news stunt while choosing the right angle to photograph the ruined side.

......

There was chaos outside the ruins, and the parts inside the ruins were even more miserable.

What should have been a neat and orderly area was a scene of chaos and ruin, with debris, broken equipment and rubble strewn across the floor and piled up in a messy pile.

The ceiling had been rudely torn down, the lamps and ceiling fans had been badly deformed by the heat, and the beds in the wards were reduced to iron frames and molten plastic, and human-shaped coke mixed with carbonized fiber.

The walls cracked, the tiles were blown to pieces, and snowflakes drifted through the holes and fell on the ground where the residual heat remained, melting in an instant.

Foundation members disguised as rescuers vigilantly inspected every nook and cranny and room until it was confirmed that it was safe before gesturing for follow-up personnel to act.

It's like an anti-terrorist operation, or an indoor close-quarters fight, rather than a rescue operation.

In fact, that's exactly what happened.

For the members of the Foundation who came here.

Containment, containment, and annihilation of anomalies come first, and rescue is nothing more than a matter of effort.

"No. 1, No. 1, there is no abnormality in the Hume index. "

"No. 2, No. 2, there is no abnormality in the Hume index. "

"Zero understood, and Area D completed the search. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Before they arrived, they had done a good job of psychological construction, but the imagination in their minds was far less violent than the impact of reality.

An anomalous being capable of causing an explosion of this magnitude would naturally be able to send them into the sky.

Even if they bring the Scranton Reality Anchor, they may be breached by an extremely powerful anomalous being.

It's not a panacea.

"No survivors found......"

"No anomalies were found. "

“...... The Hume index was unremarkable. "

Minutes and seconds passed.

Nothing has been discovered by the members of the Foundation.

Normally, it's not a big deal.

But the explosion was so sensational that it drew the attention of the entire Federation.

There are already many media outlets that have produced front-page stories overnight and published them on their websites, and many more are on the way.

Even if the O5 Councilor used his connections to forcibly hold down some of them, there was still some to deal with.

The longer it drags on, the more likely it is that this team, with its somewhat bizarre personnel, qualities, and equipment, will be exposed to the spotlight.

This is something that the Foundation cannot bear, and even more unwilling to see.

The air is filled with smoke and suffocating gases, and the atmosphere here is equally oppressive and makes you stop breathing.

Right now.

Sudden sirens sounded, piercing the dead silence.

"Dididi!"

"Hume is abnormal!"

The spirits of all the operatives tensed at that moment.

Everyone picks up their weapons and aims them at the area where the target is likely to be.

One of the agents cautiously stepped forward, his eyes slowly adjusting to his pace.

"It's coming, it's coming, she's coming. "

"I'm really afraid that the witch girl will suddenly activate her ability and kill all the people here...... The explosion just now was too powerful. "

"I'm very curious, under what kind of circumstances did she activate her abilities...... I wonder if there are any exemptions for reality benders in the Foundation's regulations?"

"This probably doesn't exist, and the Foundation has long since stopped talking about humanity in order to survive. "

"Clearly, in order to survive, give up everything, there are not a few races in the universe who have chosen this way, and there are not a few who have been led astray by the Longevity Plague Group. "

The answers the audience wanted were soon revealed.

Finally, when the agent carefully opened a stone slab, he discovered a miraculous scene.

In a room hidden by rubble, there is an intact newborn incubator.

Far from scratching, there was not even a shred of dust on its surface, and it was still working properly until the members of the Foundation discovered it.

Inside, a baby girl is sleeping peacefully, unaware of the tragic situation outside.

She had a serene smile on her face, her small mouth slightly open, her breathing softly, and the occasional humming sound.

The little baby is wrapped in a soft quilt and undulates with its breathing, like an angel, warm and serene.

The agent pointed the device at her.

The next moment, the device on his wrist continued to wail.

"Oh my God. "

“...... A baby, a reality bender. "

Then, he connected the communicator and said softly:

"Everything is safe, over. "

He held his breath, for fear that his breath would disturb the other party.

Under the agent's gaze, the baby girl's small hands and feet curled up to one side of her body, as if looking for a warm home.

Medical personnel who have been waiting outside for a long time are ready.

The moment the baby girl was brought out, she immediately stepped forward.

Carefully picked her up and pretended to check her physical condition.

Of course, they are also disguised by members of the Foundation.

No one wants to allow a congenital reality bendor to grow up freely, whether Foundation, state, GOC, or otherwise.

At that moment, the whole scene erupted in cheers.

The sound of the shutter snapping was endless, and the flash flashed into daylight.

There are even reporters who cried on the spot in front of the camera, choked up, and had to hug the photographer for a while before relieving themselves.

She was called "the child of miracles".

Because she is the only survivor.

This is considered to be God's favor on her.

At this point, the picture begins to fade out.

White text slowly emerges on a black background.

[Containment-239 is here, and soon after birth, it comes to the Foundation's attention.] 】

[Approximately three hours after the subject's birth, the hospital was destroyed by a massive explosion of unknown cause.] 】

[The press was told it was caused by a gas leak.] 】

[Foundation teams were quickly dispatched to search for anomalies.] The only survivor they found was Containment-239. 】

[Over the next eight years, the subject grew up under Foundation care.] Mountain].