SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 249 - 249 249 Many Friends Many Paths_1

Chapter 249: Chapter 249: Many Friends, Many Paths_1 Chapter 249: Chapter 249: Many Friends, Many Paths_1 “It seems I’ve arrived a bit late…”

The old man swept his gaze around the battlefield, then took another look at the black flesh orb not far away, a strange light flashing in his eyes as if he understood a lot about the situation in an instant.

“Cough, cough, cough!”

A series of coughing sounds came from the trees around, and Colin saw that the enemies who had been hiding in the dark and shooting, who hadn’t been dealt with in time, seemed to have bad luck and accidentally choked on their saliva, unable to suppress the physiological instinct to cough.

Then, within a few seconds, they passed out one after another due to the severe coughing that caused a lack of oxygen in their brain…

‘Is this… this strange?’ Colin was dumbfounded.

He knew it was possible to knock oneself out by choking on water, but it couldn’t happen to these people—they were clearly under the influence of that Ninth Level “Fate Propeller” powerhouse.

“Bad luck looks like this,”

said the old man, summing up the situation in a simple comment. He withdrew his gaze and looked at Colin with a kind countenance, yet it made Colin feel a depressing weight in his heart again.

If he could have taken a swing at the Eighth Level guy earlier, now with this one, if the other party really had any ideas, Colin figured he had no chance of resisting, and even escaping felt forced.

Meanwhile, he also understood why this battle was so hasty and why the enemy had suddenly withdrawn.

The enemy must have known that reinforcements would arrive soon, so they decided to retreat rather than continue trying to capture him.

Especially since among the reinforcements there was a Ninth Level top-tier Extraordinary One!

“You seem to be under a lot of pressure?”

The Ninth Level powerhouse spoke calmly, his tone emotionless, but his gaze didn’t stay on Colin. Instead, he followed Colin’s line of sight to Qin Chuan and the others behind him and pulled out a pair of black sunglasses from his pocket.

“Actually, there’s no need for that, after all, I’m not some kind of demon,”

the old man said as he put on the sunglasses, then looked back at Colin: “In these times, having one more friend to cooperate with is much better than having another enemy, don’t you think?”

Upon hearing this, Colin let out a sigh of relief inside and nodded: “You’re right.”

He knew this basically meant that he wouldn’t have to worry about things like handing over those items.

Because their relationship was “cooperative,” not subordinate…

“The incident with ‘Liping’ is indeed a tragedy. However, have you ever wondered why ‘Liping,’ when inviting you at the end, kept saying things that made no sense?” the old man continued.

“What do you mean?” Colin sensed something.

With this reminder, he indeed noticed that “Liping” had been engaging in pointless actions at the end.

Clumsy persuasion to surrender, clichéd lines, incomprehensible “riddles”…

“Heh, she initially wanted to recite some prayers of the ‘Red Moon’ and instill in you some subtle yet extremely dangerous knowledge contamination… However, I gave her a new script. Otherwise, with your current state, coming into contact with that knowledge might not be such a good thing,”

the tall and lean old man shook his head: “It’s a pity she noticed the issue after only a few sentences, otherwise there really was a chance to capture her.”

‘These lines are so bad, who wouldn’t realize something was off?’

Colin criticized inwardly.

At the same time, he learned of the old man’s ability from his words—to influence a person’s luck, as well as arrange abilities similar to the “Passionate Paradise” Narrator from before.

The old man didn’t elaborate further on this matter, and from behind the sunglasses, his eyes moved to the children: “Where are these people from? Some other unknown region? I can hardly detect their presence in this world.”

Impressive… Colin felt that if the old man looked a few more times, he might see through the disguise of those “The Seventh Box Garden World” seeds.

“They have some issues, but nothing major. Next, we should talk about you…”

The old man seemed completely unaware of what Colin was thinking. Just as he was about to continue speaking, he suddenly noticed something, turned his gaze in a certain direction, and changed the topic:

“I suddenly feel that if I chase after her now, I might be able to catch up with her. The possibility is slim, but what if?

“So, let’s talk about your matter later. Someone else will take over here soon. We’ll meet again afterward.

“By the way, the items you handed over before, you can try looking around nearby. If you’re lucky, they should all be fine.”

After saying this, the old man disappeared without waiting for Colin to reply. No trace of his presence could be found, and everything seemed as if it were just an illusion…

Qin Chuan and the others behind him were still immersed in the “deafening” battle that had just taken place and hadn’t snapped back to reality, not even noticing the old man had been there.

Had it not been for the enemies a distance away, whom he had knocked out with his saliva, Colin might even have doubted that the old man had ever appeared.

He was like “Luck,” difficult to detect unless he deliberately left a trace.

‘Is a “Ninth Level Fate Propeller” really this elusive…’ Colin thought, alarmed. He then moved forward to search and successfully found four parchments; two were his, and the other two belonged to his companions.

Besides that, some of the items that Qin Chuan and the others had handed over were indeed still there…

It seemed like Qin Chuan and the others finally came to their senses. They all uniformly scratched their itchy ears before someone finally spoke up, “Is it over?”

“Yes.”

Colin nodded, and as he began to dissipate the “Smiling Mountain of Corpses,” he started speaking.

However, before he could say much more, he suddenly heard a rumbling noise by his ear.

The group looked up in the direction of the sound and saw several fighter jets streaking across the sky at high speed.

And when the jets reached a certain position, their bomb bays opened, releasing something that flew towards them—

A missile!

Boom!

The missile landed not far from where Colin and his companions were standing, its bay shattering, but instead of explosives, it burst open with a myriad of eerie yellow talisman papers…

What was this now?

As Colin wondered, he saw part of the yellow papers in the sky suddenly come together, forming the shape of a person.

Before long, from among the fluttering yellow papers that never seemed to touch the ground, a paper man figure, clearly made of the talisman papers yet as lifelike as a real human, walked out.

“…This seems to be the garrison general of this province, an ‘Eighth Level powerhouse,’ the ‘Talismanist’ Cao Yixiang,” Qin Chuan explained in a low voice next to Colin, his words filled with respect.

Because he was on the same path as the other—dealing with talismans.

“It looks like the troublesome matter has been resolved,” Cao Yixiang observed, noticing that everything had been settled.

Then, seeing that many people were injured, he waved his hand, and numerous talisman papers quickly flew out, sticking to those people or directly entering their bodies, stabilizing their wounds…

As this Eighth Level powerhouse took charge of the scene, the sky above saw hundreds of parachutes descending rapidly, much smaller than normal parachutes and falling fast, clearly custom-made for those with extraordinary abilities…

In the far distance, at sea, a few ships could be faintly seen approaching. Helicopters flying in mid-air were advancing faster, closing in rapidly.

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