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Starting the SCP Foundation from Gotham City
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#4Chapter 4: Mom, I'm Scared
AI Model: gemini-2.5-flash
Main Quest — Faction
As the origin of the SCP Foundation, how can one not have a faction to develop? Possess a faction!
Reward: Randomly gain an ability from an SCP containment object.
Wang Ya clapped the table: "Alright, you bottom-feeding scumbags, we need a breakthrough to change our current predicament!"
"The White Eagle Gang is one thing, but what are the Hank Gang and Iron Blood Gang? How dare they come and exploit us!"
"Also, I have an announcement to make!"
All members looked at him, even Jiedun, who was responsible for Orange Cat's daily life, turned his gaze.
Wang Ya solemnly announced: "From today onwards, our gang's name will officially be changed to the SCP Foundation!"
"Furthermore, we are not allowed to engage in human trafficking. I strictly forbid such primitive and barbaric acts!"
A member couldn't help but say: "But without that business, we won't make any money at all. How will we pay so many dollars to the White Eagle Gang, the Hank Gang, and the Iron Blood Gang at the end of the month…"
"That's right! If we can't make the payment, those vicious guys will take our people to pay off the debt!"
Most people's eyes were filled with fear, as if they had imagined how tragic that outcome would be.
As gangsters, they were already the epitome of viciousness, yet now they were afraid of another gang. It just goes to show how fortunes can turn.
Wang Ya's cheap father was a rotten drunkard and a gambling addict. He had indeed borrowed a lot of money from the Shark Gang, almost paralyzing the Shark Gang's economy.
Later, he drank himself to death, nearly giving Kendis a heart attack and causing him to follow suit…
One could only say he brought it upon himself, and truly couldn't blame anyone. He even implicated Wang Ya, who was almost used as an object for human trafficking, and his fate would certainly have been tragic.
Every member of the Shark Gang deserved to be hanged according to the moral standards of his previous life, but Wang Ya hadn't forgotten where this was: the simple and honest Gotham City. Talking about morals here, and to a group of vicious gang members, was utterly ridiculous.
Wang Ya himself wasn't a good person!
"What are you afraid of?!"
Wang Ya slammed the living gun onto the table, his eyes fixed on them, filled with coldness.
"I naturally have other ways to get money. This month is fine, but next month, besides the White Eagle Gang's monthly payment, the Iron Blood Gang's will also be cut off. Also, this month's Hank Gang payment, ignore it!"
"Don't forget, we are now called the SCP Foundation. We no longer belong to a gang, but to a private product technology company. Our source of money will naturally be selling our products!"
"And you, naturally, are the security guards and employees of the SCP Foundation!!"
Wang Ya said to them in a strange tone: "Oh, come on! What era is this? What future do gangs have? Only technology is the ladder of progress. We can only make big money by opening a company."
"Think of Wayne Enterprises, think of Stark Industries. Yes, that famous playboy. Don't you want luxury cars, beautiful women, and money rolling in…?"
The breathing of the members present grew more and more rapid, as if they had imagined that scene.
But Old Ge'mu suddenly asked: "Then what are our products, Boss? If we become a technology company, we must have a product to sell, right?"
He was over fifty, having spent a long time in Bru District. After all, he was well-informed and knew that starting a tech company wasn't that simple; it also needed a product to sell to truly be considered a technology company.
"Products…"
Wang Ya glanced at Old Ge'mu and then called out to Jiedun: "Jiedun, come here for a moment."
Jiedun, with Orange Cat on his head, walked over. Orange Cat's nature was very peculiar. Although its true form was a Bengal tiger, its appearance and weight could completely convince any sentient being who hadn't seen through its disguise that it was just an Orange Cat, provided you believed it.
But Wang Ya knew its true form and didn't believe it was a harmless Orange Cat, so he couldn't pick it up. The weight of a Bengal tiger was considerable, let alone having it on his head.
"What is it, Boss?!"
Meow~
Jiedun had completely become Orange Cat's cat slave and litter scooper. Besides Wang Ya's commands, he wouldn't listen to anyone else's. Even if someone discussed betraying Wang Ya and he overheard it, he would actively tear apart those traitors. He was truly Wang Ya's number one subordinate.
Wang Ya had never truly trusted anyone other than Jiedun, and this was a good opportunity to sound a warning to these guys.
Seven 18-centimeter humanoid dolls were taken out by Wang Ya, falling into everyone's eyes. They were all attracted by the exquisite craftsmanship of these small toys. Bru District wouldn't have such delicate trinkets. Perhaps only the Diamond District and East District across the Finger River had toy stores selling such refined items. But why was the Boss taking out these things?
Was he going to use these to pay their wages? Oh, come on, they weren't kids anymore. Why would they want these toys? Only whiskey could win their favor.
If Wang Ya knew what these guys were thinking, he would probably just take out the living gun and shoot them all.
An SCP containment object used to pay wages? Don't even think about it. This item was priceless. No, Wang Ya was actually planning to sell it for a high price.
"Jiedun, take a doll, then pull out Old Ge'mu's hair and wrap it around the string on the doll!"
Old Ge'mu vaguely felt that things were developing strangely, and he looked at the dolls with increasing unease.
"Boss, I don't think that's necessary. This doll…"
However, Old Ge'mu was interrupted by Wang Ya before he could finish speaking.
"Old Ge'mu, didn't you want to see one of our SCP Foundation's products? This is one of the products we are about to sell!"
Wang Ya said with a smile, but in Old Ge'mu's eyes, that smile was very unsettling.
Jiedun took a doll, pulled out a strand of Old Ge'mu's hair, and wrapped it around the doll.
Wang Ya silently thought to himself, 'It's starting, the harmonization state!'
Jiedun's expression suddenly changed. He felt that the doll in his hand seemed to move.
No, it really moved…
"Jiedun, put down the doll!"
Wang Ya then asked Old Ge'mu: "Gemu, squat down!"
Although Old Ge'mu had doubts, he still obediently squatted down.
Click!
The sound of a puppet's joints twisting. The humanoid doll placed on the ground actually squatted down on its own, just like Old Ge'mu, as if it had come to life.
"I am Gemu, a fifty-eight-year-old man, with a son and a daughter. I want to make money, more money, but the new Boss wants to abolish human trafficking, which makes me very dissatisfied. He's just a young punk. A thought of betrayal has appeared in my mind, but I haven't confirmed it yet…"
The humanoid doll spoke in the same voice as Gemu, and articulated Gemu's inner thoughts, as well as some things related to Gemu.
Everyone's gaze was horrified and fearful as they looked at the doll. Even Jiedun was no exception, and his fear of Wang Ya, the owner who brought out the doll, soared, losing even the courage to look him directly in the face.
This must be witchcraft, a wizard's trick. The new Boss is actually a wizard… Legends say wizards eat people's souls. The stories Mom told when I was little were all true… There really are wizards…
Old Ge'mu, even paler than death, knelt down, kowtowing to Wang Ya until his head was bleeding.
Wang Ya watched all this with satisfaction. This way, he had no more worries, and the effect seemed to be quite extraordinary.
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