I heard that I’m super fierce - Chapter 112
Translator: NovelMultiverse | Editor: NovelMultiverse
Behind the monitoring screen, the researchers who were watching the situation inside fell silent.
They anticipated that SCP-682 or some guy might appear, but when this happened, they couldn’t help but whisper to each other. Several containment experts had already been busy preparing SCP-682 in case it broke through the protective measures.
You are dead.
The expression in SCP-682’s eyes, no matter which angle you saw it, revealed only such a meaning.
After all, it rested for a short period of time, and its physical strength was not comparable to that after eating a lot, but it was considered to have recovered a little. The only thing that was bitten off was the bone, and there was the sound of the neck bone healing. The eyes of the Indestructible Reptiler were fierce, staring fiercely at the guy who dared to bite its head.
—Small guy, you can’t do anything else, can’t I clean you up?!
With a roar full of hatred, the Indestructible Reptile swept across with its tail and hit Fernand’s calf!
When the clear sound of breaking reached her ears, Lin You had already found a chair on the side of the square table and sat down, only hating the lack of melons on the table.
She waited for them to fight slowly.
Fernand, who was still full of disgust, hugged his calf and wailed. He bounced twice on the spot, and it was obvious that he could no longer stand on his feet. He had always been polite, but he can’t be polite and impolite at this time.
Looking at the eyes of this lizard, he could see that today, he really had to fight to the death!
With the idea of ”If you can bite once, there will be a second time”, Fernand’s blood surged, and he rushed forward again with his well-developed jaw!
This picture was a bit familiar.
Lin You thought to herself.
It reminded her of the Fashion Model.
When she thought of the fate of the fashion model, she seemed to have a premonition—
With a heavy and muffled “plop”, it was not the Indestructible Reptile who fell to the ground. Fernand was pressed to the ground, and he ran into an opponent whose strength surpassed him for the first time. He was full of horror and disbelief. There was still a bloody mark from the claws on his face.
In the next second, SCP-682 exposed the teeth wrapped around his mouth and tore a long piece of meat directly from his shoulder.
The “cannibal” was now the one being eaten. Fernand shouted loudly. Immediately afterward, SCP-682 spit the meat aside.
“It’s lean, it hurts my teeth.”
It said bitterly: “Dis-gust-ing.”
Every syllable was deliberately accentuated.
Lin You: “…”
There was even a subtle pause in the howl when he clutched his bloody shoulder.
Yeah, do you hold a grudge?
After scolding, SCP-682 wouldn’t stop eating him because of this. It can swallow even steel and concrete and transform it into its own energy. Naturally, ugly ogres with thick skins were not a problem.
However, before it could move the next time, a corner of the ceiling suddenly opened.
The robotic arm with the camera stretched out from the gap and the five machine guns that were lowered at the same time aimed at where they were. To be precise, two of them pointed at SCP-682, and the other three pointed at Lin You.
Lin You: “…”
It wasn’t fair to get shot while she was sitting.
“SCP-682,” said the mechanically distorted male voice she had heard, “If you don’t stop, you know what we will do.”
The Indestructible Reptile sneered at this. It wanted to do something that would provoke the other party, and it was going to bite Fernand again.
The Foundation must also know that a few guns could not control this lizard that could continuously regenerate, and the camera turned to Lin You.
The person behind it said.
“I assume you can get SCP-682 to listen in some way, just like in the report—”
“Well, this statement…isn’t wrong.”
Lin You responded lightly, and she turned to the Indestructible Reptile, “Let him go.”
She didn’t want to fall out with the Foundation while being pointed at by a machine gun.
She had to find a chance for the other party to completely relax their vigilance and slip out of their field of vision, so as to have as much time as possible to do what she wanted to do.
She naturally didn’t think SCP-682 could vent its anger in this way, but it also knew that if it hurt someone here, it wouldn’t do it well.
It glanced coldly at Fernand underneath and deliberately stepped on his face several times before walking away.
On the monitoring side, the researchers watched as the Indestructible Reptile disappeared from the screen.
“Can you control the existence of SCP-682? It’s still very obedient?”
“Hush,” someone stopped, “Let’s watch.”
With a broken leg and a large piece of flesh torn off his shoulder, even the “cannibal” Fernand who was so strong had to hold the wound and scream.
Lin You thought for a while but didn’t move.
This was less than half of SCP-682’s combat power, and the cannibalism setting has collided with Baba Yaga—she has more abilities than him and can use her hair to induce hallucinations, and he seems to be useless.
She also picked it up.
If the Indestructible Reptile was still there, it was estimated that he had been treated as a unit of combat power.
Two minutes after SCP-682 returned to the picture book, it was confirmed that the situation would not get out of control, and the metal door opened in an uproar.
Several members of the explosion-proof team were fully armed and rushed in carrying a large stretcher, which they carried Fernand in.
What they uphold was not “execution,” but sometimes they will let SCPs contact each other to do some experiments, in order to obtain more data about the contents.
When the researcher in a white coat at the door called her, Lin You also walked over with a smile.
“What do you want me to do?” she asked actively.
…Her attitude was really good.
The doubt that arose in the researcher’s heart could not help but be dissipated. The girl was alive and innocent, and even if he saw that she used SCP-682 in person—
“Don’t worry,” Lin You noticed that the security personnel behind him were still paying attention to her movements from time to time, and she laughed again, and said, “I can’t call it out again for a while.”
What she said was like a powerful reassuring pill, and then she added another sentence.
“I heard that I have to enter the containment chamber, do you want to go there now?”
There was no performance beyond the care level of “safe” in every word and deed, and the researcher paused.
“I will take you there now.”
He said: “There will be an interview later, and you can be mentally prepared.”
The so-called interview was nothing more than a further investigation of her identity and origins, using methods to induce or coerce a confession to let her clarify the whole story of her abilities.[Read this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at the “Novel Multiverse dot com” website @ novelmultiverse.com]
The more important matter was how to properly take over the SCPs on Site 19.
Of course Lin You had no objection. She smiled and nodded, and followed the researcher out of the tightly sealed room. Behind them, Fernand was carried on a stretcher helplessly.
He felt that he had been wronged, and he had only honestly expressed his feelings.
It was really not tasty, and it was sour, and it made him want to stop eating meat just thinking about it.
…Or change to vegetarianism in the future, he thought.
At the other end, Lin You walked through the corridor with the doctor followed by armed agents behind her.
She didn’t know where Iris and the other went. This agent seemed to belong to this site. The muzzle was always pointed at her. Lin You was thinking she had to be more careful to avoid having him find out when Lin You saw her in her peripheral vision.
Iris was still waiting for her. She had to hurry up.
Lin You thought.
There was also a limit to obeying the instructions of the Foundation. She couldn’t really drag it on forever, otherwise it would be troublesome to tell Iris to leave here and perform tasks elsewhere.
She had always been a person who keeps her promises, and she had to do it if she had promised to.
—It was a coincidence.
When she saw the right side, her eyes stopped.
Whatever she wanted really did appear.
But this statement was not accurate, she had worked so hard to observe for so long anyway. Regardless, Lin You looked away in the next second nonchalantly.
“The locks there seem to be different.”
She only said, “I think you are all divided into different levels. Is it possible that you can get in only if you have a higher level of authority?”
“Don’t ask questions.” The agent warned, pointing the gun at her back, “Walk forward and behave.”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
Lin You responded with a good temper.
Anyway, she had already got the answer from the look on the researcher’s face before her eyes.
She glanced at the door again from the corner of her eyes and noted its location.
Since it was very likely that the contents behind this were higher-level dangerous containment objects, she knew where she should go from now on.
Lin You didn’t say anything that the person behind her shouldn’t hear. When she was taken to an iron door with a blank door frame, she realized they had arrived.
It was probably blank to mark her future number.
Sure enough, the researcher said.
“You’ll get used to it.”
His impression of Lin You was obviously good, and the latter also smiled at him. The researcher coughed and closed the door when she entered.
Hearing the sound of locking outside, Lin You raised her eyebrows, turned around, and looked at her so-called “containment chamber.”
The place was small and simple, but it was a bit better than the cell of the D-class personnel at the beginning of the instance.
At the very least, the bed was comfortable, and there were bookshelves to pass the time on the side—although only two or three books were scattered there.
As well as—
Lin You looked over the monitor in the corner.
If nothing happened, this camera should be monitoring her movements for twenty-four hours.
But having said that, it wasn’t that she had never done anything to warrant being deceived and monitored. A certain famous female ghost can influence the image by her own consciousness. Last time in “Outlander”, thanks to this, she escaped quietly from the police station.
She took out a book, spread it out on the bed, and counted the time while turning pages.
One minute and one second passed by, and it felt like it was almost there. Lin You raised the corners of her lips from an angle that the monitor could not see, and an extra card appeared when the palm of her hand was flipped.
The name marked on the card—
It was Yamamura Sadako.
The department director walked into the monitoring room.
“How is the observation?”
The researchers in front of the monitoring screen hurriedly turned around.
“The feedback received said that the item level of ‘safe’ can be maintained for the time being.” One person said, “The subject did not resist even after hearing the conversation, and took a positive attitude towards all the Foundation’s containment measures.”
The only problem was the demonstrated ability of SCP-682.
“We slowed down the video at that time.”
Another researcher said: “It’s basically certain that the subject made SCP-682 appear only by will. The situation reported by Omega-7 is that SCP-682 surrendered to the subject before disappearing. It may be that certain conditions have been achieved so that she can drive it to a certain extent.”
Fortunately, the other party expressed willingness to accept containment.
“Since she really has this ability,” the department director said with a sullen face, “In the future, unless for specifically approved experiments, she is strictly forbidden to come into contact with all SCP—”
He turned his face and saw what a researcher wanted to say.
The other party didn’t seem to know how to speak.
“It’s like this,” he was confused for a while and pointed to the screen. “It was normal for the first two hours. Now the subject hasn’t turned the page for more than five minutes.”
Although she was a safe level SCP, there were always more observations in the early stages of containment.
The director heard the words and took a closer look—
It was more than just not turning the page, the young woman in the picture was sitting motionless by the bed holding a book.
He frowned, “This…”
At this moment, the picture suddenly changed.
Just like the poor signal that old TV sets often have, jagged snowflakes flashed past, and the new SCP was no longer visible in the real-time image that returned to normal.
It was replaced by a female ghost in white with loose hair. She pulled up her long hair covering her face, rolled her eyes swollen with blisters, smiled coldly at them, and disappeared in place.
Several researchers collapsed in their chairs on the spot. Before they could realize what was going on with the female ghost, one of them pointed to the screen quickly and shouted: “Look at the wall!”
A puddle of sludge corroded the wall.
Seeing this, only the senior researcher knows who this was.
—”The Old Man.”
The truth was so clear—the new SCP used the female ghost to forge the surveillance, then used the “old man” to escape, and broke the containment before she obtained a number!
The head of the department who understood it was trembling with anger.
He also realized that until now, most of her obedient performance was just a disguise for getting in.
Since it had the ability to control and manipulate other creatures, the opponent was likely to be the SCP that wanted to breach the site’s containment. But it took them five minutes to realize that something was wrong, and God knows where they went!
“Level 1 alert!”
“Report information truthfully and apply for support!”
Otherwise, their site will be emptied!
—In a sense, he said half the truth.
Immediately, some subordinates rushed to carry out the execution, and the department director thumped the table hard with hatred.
“It’s better not to let me know which guy registered her as ‘safe’ and who said that she can maintain this level!”
He yelled, almost dazzled by the anger, “Otherwise we’re all fucking thrown to SCP-682!!”
“…Well, Director,” some researcher hesitated, “We don’t have 682 anymore.”
Department Director: “………………”[Read this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at the “Novel Multiverse dot com” website @ novelmultiverse.com]