SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 229 - 229 229 Start Fog Train-7._1

Chapter 229: Chapter 229 Start “Fog Train-7”._1 Chapter 229: Chapter 229 Start “Fog Train-7”._1 “Why wouldn’t there be danger?”

Some were perplexed, but others immediately guessed the reason:

“I’m afraid there are quite a few things that haven’t shown themselves yet, wanting to hitch a ride with you to get away. Some of those containment subjects possess a certain intelligence…”

“Yes, that’s roughly the idea,” Colin nodded.

Upon hearing this, Qin Chuan and the others couldn’t help but fall silent. They had thought they could leave easily, but now it seemed there might be more behind the scenes than they had expected.

“Don’t worry, I will report the situation on my end, and when it’s time to act, we won’t be completely unprepared,” 223 said, then opened his mouth to emit a burst of special frequency noise, reporting the situation to the newly established “Special Operations Command Group.”

Colin also comforted everyone: “Actually, you don’t need to worry too much, we’re definitely going to leave anyway, and when the time comes, we’ll deal with whatever comes our way.”

To be honest, it was only after discovering this that he realized why they hadn’t encountered any other particular dangers on their journey so far—mostly minor troubles…

Now that he thought about it, it was likely that from the moment they arrived in this world, many things had set their sights on them.

The goal was this last moment…

‘Fortunately, according to the “Father of the Sea,” this world hasn’t decayed completely. The security measures for some First Level Containment Subjects are strict, and most haven’t broken free. Even if they have, they don’t particularly need to escape…’

‘Their significant presence allows them to disregard almost anything, even world destruction…’

‘The trouble comes from the varying numbers of Level 2, Third Level, and other containment subjects. But we can’t let our guard down. Compared to “Beastification,” they should be around the third, fourth, or at most fifth stage…’

Although the strongest instance of Beast Transformation Syndrome Colin had encountered was at the third stage, being in the midst of it all, he could roughly gauge the level of the more advanced stages.

“‘Tyrant,’ that source of Beastification, when converted, is probably at least a First Level Containment Subject. Tsk, but even as a First Level Containment Subject, when up against one-fifth of ‘Hunger,’ it was still annihilated.”

Colin’s thoughts fluctuated, and he gained a renewed understanding of the “Hunger” hidden within him.

However, “Hunger” itself was notoriously fierce, and even the “Father of the Sea” from the Box Garden World had heard of it and showed a deep wariness, striking it several times upon awakening…

Shaking his head, Colin didn’t dwell on it. While walking back to the resting area, he did various conversions in his mind to estimate the strength of potential enemies they might encounter shortly.

From what he could see, those things were definitely dangerous, and most likely, the majority exceeded his individual strength.

But this time, he wasn’t fighting alone…

With the full support of the two major sanctuaries, Colin still had quite a bit of confidence.

The rest time was not long…

After another eight hours had passed, Colin and his group emerged from the resting area and immediately noticed from the various arrangements outside how seriously the two major sanctuaries were taking this incident.

All around the coast were various missile launch vehicles, thousands of armed personnel who had arrived later were scattered around, and they had set up all sorts of unfamiliar special weapons.

In the air were groups of aircraft that they hadn’t seen being used much before, sweeping across the sky…

Even, Colin and the others noticed that there were a dozen or so warships of various sizes lined up at sea. Even though their facilities were rust-stained after so many years, no one doubted the effectiveness of those weapons.

Looking at these things now, Qin Chuan and the others believed that they would be sufficient to roll over the Southeast Asian countries if thrown onto Earth…

“Impressive martial readiness,” Qin Chuan commented, standing beside Colin.

“All preparations are complete. Before you disappear from this world, as long as you don’t leave too far at once, we can provide support, full support…” 223 came up to Colin to report and signaled that they could leave now if ready.

After Colin revealed himself, the right to make decisions smoothly slid over to him, and no one else said anything.

“Mm…”

Colin’s gaze drifted past him, settling on the “Mist Train No. 7” that seemed frozen amidst the surrounding haze, like a picture set above the sea. Then, with a wave of his hand, he signaled for the selected “Innocents” to start boarding the train.

During this process, a series of checks were performed from the beginning of the line to the end. The passengers were tested once they joined the line, midway through, and again just before they reached the door. Colin stood at the entrance the entire time, watching over them to ensure nothing unwanted slipped through.

About an hour passed as the line for entry moved…

Of the over eight hundred people, a small fraction had slight changes in their “contamination values,” some increasing, others decreasing. Although the changes were extremely subtle and could be considered within normal ranges, they were nonetheless filtered out.

In the end, out of the 850 seats available, including Colin, only 806 people boarded the train.

“Are we not filling the remaining seats?” Colin glanced at the empty seats and asked casually.

“No need. Bringing more people involves too much risk…”

“Then it’s time for us to depart.”

“Alright, we’ll take care of the rest.”

Colin nodded noncommittally, boarded the train, followed by Qin Chuan and the others in turn.

After arranging for them to sit in the forward section of the first train car, Colin manually closed the door of the “Mist Train No. 7” and conducted one last round of checks to ensure everything was as prepared as possible.

Inside the carriage, the children’s faces, both big and small, were a mix of expressions—curiosity, fear, or with teary red eyes, they frequently stealthily wiped away tears and looked out the window.

At that moment, when Colin’s gaze shifted toward them, they all became somewhat reserved, not daring to meet his eyes directly.

They had been taught to obey this adult through the journey, even if he instructed them to die, they had to comply.

“No matter what happens later, don’t be afraid. Just sit quietly in your seats, understand?”

“We do.”

“Good.”

Colin nodded. These people bore no marks of modification and appeared much weaker compared to the enhanced humans. They couldn’t master in three years what others took decades to learn, nor had they any special items implanted in them.

But in a certain sense, they were the purest of humans, well-protected.

“There shouldn’t be any issues now. I hope that upon our return to Earth, we can get in touch with the company in time. There will surely be some missions to guide us then… Ah, I must watch out for trap missions…”

Colin took a deep breath, withdrew his gaze from the children, and headed toward the train’s engine.

In the cab, there was a special hole for adding fuel. Upon opening it, Colin could smell the faint stench of decaying marine animal flesh and saw vaguely familiar flesh and blood within…

“The half-filled fuel mentioned earlier, was it their own flesh they were using?”

Colin snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head, then pulled out the “Demon Fuel” from his Storage Bag and tossed it in.

Afterward, he moved to the front of the train and saw a square to place a handprint on.

Without hesitation, he held the revolver in his right hand and pressed down with his left. A deep red flame erupted from him but didn’t ignite anything; instead, it poured continuously into the handprint.

After a full minute, the “Mist Train No. 7” suddenly shuddered.

.

.

.