Adrian's shock was palpable.
But his good qualities made him quickly accept the fact that Leon Lake's military rank was higher than theirs.
"Alright, guys, prepare for a close-range firefight. Getting killed by a monster from another dimension while you're fixing an anomaly is no good—"
Just as Adrian was quickly assigning tasks, a figure came to Leon Lake.
"What about me?"
More than a dozen pairs of eyes looked at SCP-105.
The blonde girl stood at the door of the helicopter, holding a silver pistol case:
"I don't have the equipment, but I can help—"
"Non-Omega-7 personnel are not allowed to participate in this operation," Leon Lake said curtly.
"But you're not either, you're a researcher! And a low-level one at that!" Iris yelled in a complaining tone.
Adrian saw this and said with a headache: "Iris, in fact, Leon has been temporarily assigned to Omega-7."
"But you are all my friends, I can't just stand by and watch..."
"Non-Omega-7 personnel are not allowed to participate in this operation!" Leon Lake repeated.
Then, ignoring Iris's angry gaze, he turned to look at the driver:
"Operator, bring this SCP back to containment as quickly as possible. If it causes any trouble, you have the authority to shock it and bring it back unconscious."
"f**k," Beatrice whispered. "That's f*****g cruel."
"She is now a liability, not an asset." Leon Lake interrupted him: "The sooner she leaves the action area, the better."
"Just put it that way. If you ask me, you just don't want to take her there." Beatrice pointed at the still flickering mountain and pouted.
"Well..."
Leon Lake's reply was interrupted by a tall man running after them with a laptop.
"Connected to Team Able," the agent looked at Adrian: "He wants to talk to you!"
"Shit," Adrian muttered, "this is just getting better. "It's Team Iris, oh my god!"
As soon as he took the computer, he froze in place.
His eyes widened, as if he had seen some incredible scene.
The color on his face faded visibly.
Leon Lake frowned as he turned on the computer. After just one glance, his expression instantly became serious.
The screen on the laptop appears to be the interior of the Yellowstone Mountain base.
The entire corridor was splattered with blood, the fluorescent lights on the ceiling were shaking wildly, and frightened shouts and gunshots came from outside the screen.
A figure lies on the laboratory table:
Tall, cold, green skin, black hair, dark red tattoos covering his entire body, and stab marks all over his body below the waist.
Seeing this, the audience in the live broadcast room immediately started to discuss the issue.
"Damn it, is it hell in there?"
"Oh my God, is this what's going on inside the Yellowstone Mountain Station? This is too scary, isn't it?"
"Who is that guy lying on the table?"
"..."
Just as the audience in the live broadcast room was discussing the matter, a rough military voice was heard from the intercom.
"Adrian..." Able said gruffly, "Report."
Adrian took a deep breath, feeling nausea rising in his throat.
He took three deep breaths to recover: "Iris team is ready to break in."
He looked at Leon Lake and said, "Everyone is here except Iris herself."
"Good." Able closed his eyes for a moment.
"I'm a little tired of killing people," he said finally. "You command this mission."
Adrian felt a chill. "Sir? Squire is next in the chain of command..."
"Squire is a warrior, like me. How can he succeed if I don't? This problem needs a scholar to solve. It's brains, not brawn, that can solve this problem."
The tall, dark man collapsed, let out a long breath, and didn't move again.
The camera moved, showing a blackened face of an older man, with ginger and graying hair.
"You heard the order, sir," said the Squire agent.
"Shit," Adrian looked at Leon Lake again, then took a deep breath: "Okay, where are you stuck?"
"Security Area Nine. We're safe here, but there are enemies roaming the halls. We've taken some casualties and it's hard to fight," Squire grinned. "Just a normal day in Pandora's Box, I guess."
Hearing this, the audience in the live broadcast room was stunned.
Mobile Task Force Omega-7 is an experimental task force that works with humanoid anomalous entities to acquire and contain anomalies, specifically SCP-076 and SCP-105.
It wasn't until the explanation appeared on the screen that the audience suddenly realized what was going on.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
"076?" Nick Fury subconsciously thought of the humanoid anomaly that was evenly matched with 682 before - 076-2.
"Could it be that 076-2 is also a member of Mobile Task Force Omega-7?"
But when he thought of the tragic scene in front of him, Fury felt a little complicated.
Another group of people went to decadence...
In the picture.
"Okay," Adrian raised his hand over his shoulder and gestured, feeling a map being pressed into his hand.
When he looked back, he happened to meet Leon Lake's calm gaze.
"Thank you..." He spread the map on the carport: "Okay,"
"Security Area Nine. Let's go in..." Looking at the map, Adrian frowned and shook his head.
His vision kept blurring, and every time he blinked, the shape of the corridor changed: "Shit, this map keeps changing."
"It's a CK-level reality reconstruction. The reality within the site is on the verge of collapse." Leon Lake said calmly.
Adrian looked heavy-hearted, and Agent Squire's voice rang out over the intercom again.
"You should try walking down these hallways," Squire's smile widened. "They're f*****g uncomfortable. Those walls are like they're going to eat you up."
Adrian looked at the map for a while longer, then gave up.
"Okay, wait five minutes," he said to his laptop.
He picked up the map and took it out of the computer's view, making a small circle with his hand to rally the soldiers.
"Team Iris!" Adrian shouted.
"Gather! I need some ideas..."
Snap!
Leon Lake turned around and looked at Iris who was frantically packing up her camera.
The other person made a face at him, then took out a photo from a Polaroid camera, waved it and said, "I took a photo of you!"
Leon Lake looked calm.
"Don't die in there, junior researcher!"
In front of the base entrance.
"That's a terrible idea," Adrian said.
"This is the only way!" Leon Lake said lightly.
Adrian heard this, took a deep breath, restarted the engine, and held the steering wheel tightly!
The result is very simple.
Leon Lake looked at the picture on the screen and said calmly:
"I can't get through the front door. There are too many enemies wandering around in the hall. The distance is too far to find cover among the enemies of various shapes and sizes. On the other hand..."
Leon Lake paused: "On the other hand, the reality there is too unstable... That is, Yellowstone Mountain is replaced by an empty hot spring geyser field for thirty seconds every thirty minutes."
He pulled out a device and clicked a few buttons. "I've done the math.
A vehicle traveling 30 miles per hour should be able to pass through the solid granite and reach the main parking lot just as the mountain reappears.
It's like shuttling between swinging pendulums.
If the pendulum is the universe, the metaphor isn't so far-fetched."
His calm eyes didn't seem like he was talking about a life-threatening job but rather as casually as if he was talking about where to eat on the weekend.
The agents looked at each other in bewilderment.
Only the audience in the live broadcast room said that this scene was too familiar.
This lunatic is here again!
Adrian stared at Leon Lake with wide eyes for a long time before sighing: "Doctor, you are more suitable for this task force job."
Leon Lake did not respond.
"If something goes wrong... the universe goes crazy again! Damn it!"
Adrian cursed: "There's a mountain flashing in front of me, and then flashing and disappearing. And I'm worried that if things go bad..."
"Ten seconds!" Leon Lake's voice interrupted Adrian's divergent thoughts.
He subconsciously gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"Seven, six, five..."
Adrian started the car when Leon Lake said "five" and started accelerating when he said "three".
So the audience in the live broadcast room just watched the car crash straight into the granite wall!
It's like launching a suicide attack!
Some timid viewers even closed their eyes subconsciously.
Who would have thought that at the moment of impact, the entire Yellowstone Mountain suddenly disappeared!
The car could travel unimpeded on the flat volcanic plain!
Adrian ignored the car behind him and everything except the broken road ahead and Leon Lake's countdown.
"Eight, turn, six, five, four, three..."
Then the flat plain disappeared.
When they reappeared, they were in a parking lot with flickering fluorescent lights illuminating a blood-stained ground.
The wall was getting closer and closer. Too damn close.
Even Leon Lake yelled, "Brake!"
Crunch
Adrian stepped on the brakes and the tires of the car made a sharp sound.
Then it suddenly slid to the left, swung towards the concrete wall, and hit it with a bang.
The agents in the car were still a little shocked when Leon Lake's warning sounded again:
"Enemy on the right!"
As he spoke, he had already fired three short bursts from his rifle.
Leon Lake put away his gun and looked at his target:
A large, gray, humanoid shape lay on the ground, riddled with bullets, dying.
His head, where his face would normally be, was blank, gray with nothing in it.
Just like a faded painting...
The gunshot just now was like a signal.
Da da da!
Da da da!
For a moment, the entire space was suddenly filled with dense gunfire.
A bloody, wet gurgling sound came from behind.
Leon Lake turned around and looked.
He happened to see an agent fall to the ground.
He was twitching and struggling to breathe, and the entire front of his head, from the ears forward, was... gone.
"Oh my god, Vince!"
"Damn it!"
Bang!
Leon Lake took out a pistol, pointed it at his temple, and frowned.
The other agents' breathing stagnated, and some subconsciously looked at Leon Lake angrily.
When they saw Leon Lake's frighteningly calm eyes, they instantly came to their senses.
They avoided Leon Lake's gaze and vented their anger on the other monsters.
Adrian next to him swallowed hard and turned around:
"Answer...Answer!"
He shouted into the darkness.
"This is car number two!"
From behind them came a shout: "Frederickson! Everybody's OK, but the back end of the car is stuck in the wall!"
Leon Lake looked over and saw the back of a car embedded in the wall, just like...
It's like the car grew out of the wall.
"The time interval should have changed," Leon Lake guessed.
Adrian, who was standing by, paused as he heard this. He picked up the intercom with trembling hands: "Car number three?"
The one who responded to him was the silent worker.
"I could see their bumper sticking out of the wall behind me." Frederickson yelled, "What about you guys?"
Adrian looked behind the car.
Beatrice shook her hands and wiped the blood off her face.
Two agents are carrying Vince's body out.
"One casualty," Adrian said, "It was Vince. He died."
Sighing, he adjusted his mood: "Get off the car immediately and take whatever you can. Get your team moving, we will move on foot."
After saying that, Adrian wiped his upper lip, despair seeping in.
He looked at the co-pilot Leon Lake, tilted his head, and said sullenly: "The operation has only started for one minute, and five of the fifteen members of our Iris team have been killed or injured. Even for Pandora's Box, this is not a small number."
Leon Lake did not answer.
Silent as a tombstone.
He checked his carbine, slung it over his shoulder, and climbed out the passenger door.
As soon as he landed, his brows furrowed.
Something squeezed past him as he got out of the car.
Click.
Leon Lake turned on the flashlight and went over to see what it was.
The moment the light shone past, Leon Lake's hands trembled slightly.
It was a face, Vince's face.
Seeing this, the audience in the live broadcast room was shocked.
"Oh hell!"
Adrien's horrified voice sounded behind him.
He held back his nausea for a moment as he closed his eyes and did breathing exercises.
His hands were clenched tightly, and there was no trace of blood on his fingers.
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