SCP Steve, containment breach

(Well, sure enough, the results are very dismal)

Steve slapped the dragon's feet with some amusement and roared:

"Put them down, and see how scared the child is. "

The Dragon Elder pursed his lips, and was just about to complain about how his dear human friend could have been frightened by such a warm welcome from him, when he saw the task force leader nodding like pounding garlic.

(() Fragile villain)

With an aggrieved sigh, the dragon leaned down and placed the task force leader on the ground.

There was no pain, no damage to the captain, and the dragon was as skilful as it had done so countless times.

He bent his waist again and held up the sign in his hand.

[Well, after all these years, it seems that you still haven't gotten used to the way our dragons are welcomed.] Hmph╯^╰!]

"It's weird to get used to it. "

The task force leader rolled his eyes, finally relieved.

Although the reality is a little different from the paper dragon in the record, the Foundation still hasn't made a mistake about one thing, these big guys really don't have any ill will towards humans.

Whether they are big or small, colorful pieces of paper or steely dragons, with floppy wings or sharp claws, they all regard humans as friends.

What an amazing thing, to be ......... by this anomaly As friends.

"Hello, Mr. Dragon, it's a pleasure to meet you. "

The task force leader whispered, after all, gathering information is also the job of their task force.

[Villain, it's nice to see you, you haven't been there for a long, long time.] You are missed so much. ]

The dragon elder looked very happy, and the sign was full of words.

Steve felt that the dragon was a bit like a kind of pet kept by the researchers, a long black and white one, and it also had two brothers, who were said to have the same blood as the wolf, that is, they were very capable of dismantling things, and were often beaten by the researchers.

"Glad to see you're not hurt, Mr. Steve. Director Christina and Miss Ender are waiting for you. "

Steve nodded:

"I don't have anything to do, help me bring a sentence, just say that there is something busy here, and when I am done, I will go back later. "

The task force leader narrowed his eyes in confusion:

"Did something happen?"

(Task Force Leader's eyes light up to see SCP-MC-001 make a move!!)

Steve shook his head:

"Nothing, I'm going to help our friends with development. They are so barren here, they don't have a quality of life at all. "

The task force leader smiled.

Do I remember that the report said that you yourself claim to be a caveman who lives in a cave, and you still demand that people have a quality of life?

Speaking of friends, though.........

The captain cautiously stepped forward and whispered to Steve:

"Mr. Steve, do you know what's going on?"

He pointed to the dragon,

"Why do they consider us humans friends?"

Steve shrugged his shoulders and said:

"Because you helped them. These big guys say that you have helped them in the past and kept the peace in this world. "

Steve patted the shoulder of the man in front of him with mixed feelings and praised:

"In the past, people said that the face is good and the heart is evil, and the face is disgusting and good, I have never believed that on my side, those who look ugly are really bad, and those who are beautiful are indeed good people. "

"But you're different, you're a great good guy. Protecting the peace of the world is such a thing.... It's not theoretically impossible for me to do it, but it's too much trouble, it's too much trouble. "

It's too much trouble, that's Steve's heart.

For him, he could do things like Lu Jian drawing his sword and making a cameo appearance as an iron golem to help an ordinary village survive a zombie attack at night, but if he encountered an attack on the scale of a raid similar to a raid by a marauder, his willingness to intervene was much reduced. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

Rather than acting as a village policeman, helping the villagers and iron golems fight off the self-exiled thugs, he prefers to be a bank clerk who collects umbrellas on sunny days and rainy days, taking advantage of the looting of the village before it is looted......... He took precautions to store all the valuable things in his own vault box, and when the dust settled, he let the villagers come to his house to pick them up.

The villagers died?

That estate was confiscated.

Villagers can't find their way?

Hehehehe, aren't you 3 emeralds a piece of paper, 5 emeralds and a piece of leather, and you changed the treasure map for a long time, and the cartographer didn't blink an eye, and when it was time to get your things back, why was this map reluctant?

I Steve will not change my name, I will not change my surname, I have always been fair and just, I will give it if you come, and it is not easy for anyone else to say it.

But he is the one who also admires the Foundation and the actions of humans.

Perhaps after the Boston Garden Arena incident, Steve had realized that the Foundation was actually a very large village, but this is different.

The vast fields, the blue sky, the flying goshawks dancing with the dragons, and the low grass in the wind can also see herds of cattle and sheep.

Here, it is a world where the real world is not lost to the main world, the unearthed, the next world, any of the three worlds.

A Steve can save a village, while a human population and a foundation can save a world

Not afraid of trouble, hard-working, affectionate and righteous, so that you can get a friendship across the world.

To be honest, Steve was still a little envious of the beggar.

"Ah...... It's okay, we're used to it, it's supposed to be done. "

The task force leader smiled a little silly,

"That's what we do to save the world. "

Steve nodded thoughtfully.

Since saving the world is your unique job, Steve, who is also a friend, naturally has to show the dragons and humans with all his hands.

ps: I'm so tired at work, I do contracts every day, check the work, and find the leader to sign, I can see it now, who I love at work, except for my own direct department leaders and company leaders, I don't hang anyone left, anyway, I'm not your department, you middle-level can't control me, not to mention the supervisor, section leader, not to mention not much higher than me, see me angry, they don't have a rut, these old Deng are a group of birds.