SCP Steve, containment breach

Christina glared at the poor guard who was dumbfounded by Ender's speed, but she wasn't too alarmed by Steve's sudden appearance, this cube man had a bit of a strange temper and taste, but he was one of the few SCPs in the Foundation who could communicate very well.

Rather than wondering whether Steve was lying, Christina was more curious about what they were here for.

"Is there something wrong with me?".

Steve nodded and held out his hand to Ender

"Would you like to come and play with us?"

This invitation came so suddenly, Christina didn't react for a while:

"Where are you?".

Ender said:

"Our world. We've always been on your side, so you can go over and try it, just go through the gates of hell. "

Christina was a little excited.

To go to another world, to the legendary hell, to become the first human pioneer to set foot in mythology

This kind of honor is certainly tempting, but as a director, she will not be so easily carried away by interests, Christina curious:

"Yes, yes, but, why?".

Steve hesitated and pulled out his laptop

"Okay, I'll just say where my computer is, it turned out that you stole it?".

Christina exclaimed, her eyes staring at Steve, but the cubeman's face didn't wave, and Christina breathed a sigh of relief.

Also, he didn't use a computer, so it shouldn't be possible to find the "ornaments" I hid in the hidden folder

I saw Steve scratch his head, started the computer in a similar way, and asked the transformed Ender to type the word car on the computer with his flexible five fingers, and then pointed to various vehicle lanes above:

"I want a trolley. "

Christina wondered

"Didn't I give you one? "

Steve pouted in disgust

"Don't talk about it, that thing is useless as soon as I drive into the lava, and it almost trapped me in the lava, and it burns oil, and I plan to make my own redstone, clean and environmentally friendly, and I don't need to burn oil. "

Christina tugged at the corners of her mouth, wondering if she should remind Steve that no car seemed to be able to drive into the lava.

But Dr. Caya keenly grasped the point of Steve's words, she frowned, stepped forward, suppressed the excitement in her heart, and said

"Can you build a car?".

Steve nodded:

"Yes, it's just that there is no template, so I want you to help me look at it. Your computer is out of power, and I used lightning to charge it a little to barely use it until now. "

Ignoring the words of the tiger and wolf charged by lightning, Caya said word by word

"Your car doesn't need gas?".

Steve: "I use redstone. "

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S410 area.

It's a barren place.

On

the charred earth, the most common thing is not rubble and rubble, but rusty bullet casings and old mechanical parts.

The

tattered parts of the guns were piled up on the ground so haphazardly, and the haphazard construction made the group of things take on a strange shape, looking like the work of a Fauvist artist who was exhausted after five days of prostitution and incidentally pulled the skin of the pancake fruit seller at the door for three hours.

If it weren't for the occasional few cockroaches crawling out of the pile of guns, and the occasional mouse or two that the dogs searched and drilled, the occasional glimmer of life brought to the earth, and even made people feel that this was a dead city. Of course, in fact, this is not much different from a dead city.

Because, in the entire S410 area, except for a living person, only these arthropods are panting, and there are rodent cuties.

Actually, it wasn't like that here before.

It was once a vibrant town.

Churches, supermarkets, pizzerias, fried chicken shops, car repair shops, everything.

Thousands of people live here, working at sunrise and resting at sunset, living busy but fulfilling lives.

Oh no, you have to get rid of the night drivers, the nightclub attendants, and the programmers.

After all, their schedules are not normal, the first two work night shifts, and the latter have never rested in their lives.

In addition to these people who live here every day, on the outskirts of the town, where the front lines of the battle with the iron-blooded invasion zone are located.

There, too, is a very advanced command post

The size of the command post is not particularly large, but it is definitely not small, and there have been dozens of advanced tactical figures stationed here, as well as more than a dozen logistics troops.

These people are all under the command of a very strategically minded and experienced veteran commander.

The command post maintains the security of the entire city, so that it is not attacked by iron and blood, and can also assist the garrison in the city to carry out some daily defense work.

However, all this glory has now turned into cockroach feces all over the ground, as well as mouse droppings.

Now, only one person still lives in this former town.

And this man, now hiding in the black-off freezer of the former tavern, is asleep.

“ZzzzzzzZZZZzzzz

The

sound of snoring, barely audible through the freezer, echoed in the dilapidated tavern, the broken glass turnstile now did not move, the rusted folds, the cold wind, along the window, which had no glass and were only nailed to a few wooden boards.

"When!".

Finally, the

chandelier, which had been blown off most of its paint by the wind, could not stand the glitter and fell with a thud, blowing a thick layer of dust on the ground.

A small, thin hand pushed open the door to the freezer.

"Ah~ha~".

A

languid, hoarse voice echoed through the smoky room, and a slender figure stood up from the freezer.

A delicate little face was revealed, he looked about twenty years old, and there were no scars or acne marks on his face, but the pale complexion showed that the owner's physical condition was not very ideal, and the whole person looked sick.

The

thin villain struggled to get up from the bathtub, tried to open his sleepy eyes, rubbed his long messy hair, opened his blood-red pupils and looked around, and after finding that there was no one, he pulled the commander and policeman on his body, and then got back into the bathtub.

In the S410 area, the only surviving personnel, the secretary of the former commander Breg, and the current commander, Miss Lauder, held the pillow in her hand in front of her, rolled over, and fell asleep again.

Here, she's the only one.

PS: This is the other one, I wrote earlier, the one that the student was grabbed by Britz with a claw, I will write it one after another.