SCP Steve, containment breach

(Hey, I suddenly found more than 50,000 words, haha, it's still bleak, shouldn't I have more than 4,000 words a day).

Steve looked at so many beautiful buildings outside the car window, felt very comfortable in his heart, and despised it again, sure enough, Christina was the only stupid stinky woman.

Noticing Steve's expression in the rearview mirror in the car, the driver asked curiously

"Big Brother Steve, what are you looking at?".

Steve turned his head, puzzled for a moment, and then suddenly reacted:

"You were the driver that day?".

"It's me, my name is Leif, and it's nice to see you again. (That's right, the crown bomber).

As if surprised that anomalies like Steve could remember someone he had only met once, Reif replied with a smile.

And when he met an old acquaintance, Steve was naturally not so reserved, and he chatted with Reif:

"How was the car last time, wasn't it great. "

"The captain lied to me, the car was not worth a month's salary at all, because after buying it, my wife and children will have to tighten their belts next month. "

Leif replied with a wry smile.

Steve didn't think there was anything wrong with buying a beautiful car, but he could feel that Leif wasn't very happy, so he talked about something else

"If you look at the city outside, the buildings are so angular and angular, isn't it very artistic? "

Leif glanced out the window at the metropolis, and although there was still a certain distance, they were going to enter it sooner or later.

As a modern person, he has only two emotions for such a metropolis, indifference and disgust, whether it is the impersonal neighborhood or the large-scale "beautiful scenery" that may explode at any time, he is extremely bored.

Leif doesn't understand that while the Foundation is doing everything it can to protect the world, the world's most powerful nation is busy stirring up dangerous nerves of the apocalyptic crisis.

He couldn't understand the artistic sense of such a place.

But looking at Steve's intoxicated expression, he was not embarrassed to refute it. Who knows what the world looks like to the anomalous containments?

In the eyes of the witch girl, the world is full of swords, magic and adventure stories, in the eyes of

SCP-343 "God", everything in the world is his children, and he tolerates them with fraternity, while in the eyes of SCP-682, the world is occupied by a group of disgusting filth, and he wants to destroy this group of monsters, in the eyes of SCP-049 plague doctors, this is a world full of plagues, and humans have a plague, and they need to come to "treat" them, but they are "cured" by 049 All of them will turn into SCP-049-2, a zombie-like being, and 049 is adamant that he has healed them.

Perhaps, in Steve's eyes, this steel jungle that is full of people but always makes people feel sorry for themselves is a kind of art.

He may have experienced an even more horrific loneliness.

"Here we are. "

Reif slammed on the brakes and pulled the imaginary Steve back to reality.

"The others have arrived first, Mr. Steve, and our mission is to work with the Task Force to open the door that has been cut off by the reality benders' power, and to capture or kill the reality benders. This action must be fast, and reality benders may not be able to predict the future, but they will be able to dodge danger in a split second through their sixth sense. "

"Reality benders should be killed in less than one second, which is the shortest gap a human can allow for reaction time. Got it?".

Steve put his fist on the top and said confidently

"No problem, it's on me. "

"Boom-".

Steve's voice was drowned out by a loud explosion, and the task force at the entrance of the Garden Stadium had already begun to make a breakthrough against the court.

They don't care if they're alerting reality benders.

Because in the headset, the monitoring room transmits a report that the world inside the door has become a hell on earth.

Fathers and daughters cannibalize, live sacrifices, and indulge in carnivals. The shackles of human nature are constantly broken through in the most primitive desperate environment - the small black house, those who are usually gentle and frugal, who call themselves celebrities and elites from all walks of life, have abandoned all the bottom line, and they are no longer human beings at this moment.

As the situation spirals out of control, Dr. Caya's silence no longer seems to matter, the lights in the arena are gradually turning red, and the eyes of a terrifying being are being drawn to the stadium battle between the human team and the beast team. Christina made a judgment

- Break through immediately, regardless of the cost.

However, with the explosion of the miniature bomb, the fragile gate of the stadium only shook a few times, and there was no intention of shattering it at all.

At this point, Steve pulled out a shovel, a one-cubicle cube and flint, and handed it to Leif

"Hold, this pitch is a bit weird, I'll go in first and see if you give this to the task force over there, set him on fire with flint and steel in front of the gate if necessary, and run as fast as you can. "

"Is this a bomb?".

Leif took the cube with both hands, his knees bent sharply, and the thing was a lot heavier than he had imagined.

Steve nodded, pointing to the only barely recognizable letter on a pile of mosaics

"Don't use your little one, this thing is TNT, use this, it's powerful!".

Leif raised an eyebrow:

"TNT? we have that thing on our side, it's not as powerful as that..."

He stopped halfway through the conversation, and chatted

with Steve, he almost forgot the identity of the other party, a BOSS-level abnormal TNT, that and the world's made, can it be the same?

Sure enough, Steve, who had already dug an underground tunnel, poked his head out of the hole and raised his head proudly

"That's different, I dug this thing out from under the Desert Temple, with the blessing of the Desert God, and its brother is carrying a small life on my back, I promise it to be useful!"

Leif couldn't understand Steve's words at all, but looking at the bomb in his hand, he suddenly understood that the moment to become a bomber might be coming soon!

PS: My "world", "my" world, "my" world. — so I chose to go online.

PS2: On the aesthetics of the little things...... Steve's smallest aesthetic unit is a 1×1×1 square. Although the explosion radius of TNT may be smaller than reality, this thing can directly blow things up, so it's right to call it an annihilation bomb!