SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
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Chapter 273: Chapter 271: Small Win, Medium Win, Big Win. Chapter 273: Chapter 271: Small Win, Medium Win, Big Win. “I am Xu Duojin, sent here on the orders of Mr. Wu. He told me there is an important matter requiring my presence. May I have the permission to enter the room you’re in?”

Standing atop a street lamp, the “Fate Propeller,” an Extraordinary One, touched his hat and gestured slightly towards Colin. Even though there was some distance between them, it seemed as if Colin could hear his voice.

But upon closer thought, it was as if he hadn’t heard him, yet if he were to say he hadn’t heard, it felt almost the same as if he had.

There was an inexplicably mysterious feeling. Colin pondered for a moment and felt that if he had to describe it, it would be akin to hearing.

He guessed it was probably some technique of the “Fate Propeller.”

‘This question seemed like a request for opinion, fulfilling some mystic requirement. I feel that if I refused, perhaps he would not truly enter.’

The thought flashed through his mind, but Colin did not rush to agree. He took out his cell phone and, after checking that Old Master Wu had indeed replied with a message stating someone would come to retrieve something, he then pointed to a sofa in the living room:

“Please, have a seat there.”

“Thank you, please wait a moment,” the visitor said.

Just when Colin thought he would employ some technique to fly straight in.

Colin saw him jump to the ground and then wait for the pedestrian light at the crosswalk, after which he made his way to the building, somehow opened the complex’s gate, and walked in. Soon enough, there was a “thud” at the living room door.

‘Damn it, if you weren’t going to come in directly, what the hell was the point of climbing up that lamppost…’

Colin muttered in his mind, then instructed the Cat Maid to open the door and let Xu Duojin in.

“Mr. Wu is tied up with some matters and thus sent me to speak with you in his stead. Rest assured, from the moment we met, I am under the influence of his power, and the decisions I make are equivalent to his own.”

Equivalent to his own—could it be a power similar to the “Script Book”? Colin remembered that upon his initial return, Old Master Wu had proactively mentioned that he had implanted a “script” into that displaced Eighth Level “Agent.”

The only issue was that the script was poorly written, and the other party realized it immediately and fled.

‘So, a high-level user of the ‘Book of Fate’ can also use the ‘Script Book’s power to a certain degree? The relationship between these books seems deeper than I thought.’

Colin pondered with intrigue and nodded, “Let’s get straight to the point.”

“This person…” Xu Duojin looked at the cat-eared maid and felt… that she didn’t quite seem human.

But then again, not many of the senior Extraordinary Ones looked human.

“Don’t mind her, just talk,” Colin said, not intending to go into detail about his Nano Maid.

“Alright!” The middle-aged looking Xu Duojin smiled, “Firstly, regarding your proposal of obtaining more points through task-oriented cooperation in exchange for medications, although it differs slightly from our expected exchange, we can accept it.

“Of course, there are some details that should be mentioned, like the extremely difficult side-quests, which we refuse to take part in.”

These past few days, they had roughly understood some of the situations within the Bonfire Company, knowing the high fatality rate of these tasks, and many involved special transportation which the officials could not assist with, so they were better off not accepting.

“No, that won’t do.”

Colin shook his head, about to speak, when he suddenly felt something influence him for a moment, and then he heard the other party say, “If the respective ratio can be pressed down to 0.01%, then we can accept.”

‘Pretty good, that’s nearly what I wanted to say…’

Colin squinted his eyes and thought of the inexplicable sensation of being spied upon, instantly realizing the cause.

He didn’t speak, just stared at the other party, and after a few seconds of a stand-off, Xu Duojin, with an apologetic tone, said, “Sorry, it’s a matter of habit, I assure you I will not use any abilities next time.”

“Fine, I hope our talks can be free from trickery.”

Colin didn’t intend to pursue it further—when Old Wu had used these methods, Colin couldn’t detect them, had no evidence, and only had a vague suspicion afterwards. Even with suspicions, he wasn’t sure, but with this Eighth Level individual, he could feel it.

Afterward, they continued discussing some intricacies, and Colin moved on to the negotiation of the second cooperative project:

About the exchange of raw materials from official personnel to the company for finished prop items,

both parties were inclined to reach an agreement, and negotiations were almost completed without much discussion. Officials would prepare a corresponding inventory and then hand it over to Colin, who would reciprocate through mission assignments to Lady Bunny.

At that time, she would evaluate and inform them of how many props the raw materials could be exchanged for, what kind of props they were likely to be, and the expected delivery cycle.

If they could accept, they would; if not, they would decline.

“You may need many containment subjects of the same level before you can exchange for a single prop, and it’s not a small chance that you’ll need three or four for one. I guess I should give you a heads-up on this,” Colin reminded.

“No problem, five or six for one is fine, not to mention three or four,”

Xu Duojin laughed, appearing very generous—in fact, not just five or six, but the upper echelon had given him a baseline that even eleven would work!

After all, many containment subjects were merely that because they had no solution for them.

Sometimes, while some containment subjects may seem harmless to humans and animals, it’s possible that their execution could lead to unexpected disasters.

For example, the officials once detained an almost unkillable “Wild Boar” with immense destructive power and a strong desire to kill. They thought that executing it would suffice, but after the execution, its blood turned into a pool from which numerous abnormalities emerged…

After the loss of a Level Seven Personnel’s life and the containment of the blood pool, they realized that the “Wild Boar” might be some sort of seal. After that, they became extremely cautious about completely executing certain things.

If they could contain it, they would; if they really couldn’t, they would try to open some special tunnels to throw it into another world…

Now, with the “Bonfire Company” actively willing to deal with such matters, they were too pleased to even consider refusal.

In any case, as long as the trade was concluded, and the trouble resolved, it would be a success. Whatever props they obtained could be considered a bonus, and they could only win big or win small in the end.

Colin was unaware of this, but he was also happy that the trade was concluded; after all, he handled transactions for both parties.

In this exchange, there would always be something for him to gain.

One could say that after the transaction was complete, all three parties were happy, with the only ones likely unhappy being those strange abnormalities destined to become either props or kindling…

“Here is the contract, take a look at the specifics,”

Colin took out the letter that Miss Bunny had originally sent, but its contents had changed into two contract papers corresponding to projects one and two…

Xu Duojin took them and examined the contents, which were straightforward with no major textual loopholes.

Some guidance also told him there were no traps…

He promptly extended his thumb, and on behalf of the officials, he signed his name on both contract papers.

And it was at that moment that a flame burst forth from the contracts.

Xu Duojin was startled and subconsciously wanted to foresee the outcome, but a strong instinctive fear restrained him from doing so.

If he hadn’t glimpsed anything, it would be fine, but if he had…

He had the intuition that he would evaporate on the spot.

Just then, a warm breeze swept over them, and a voice rang in their ears:

“The contract has been signed, with a validity of three years. The contents of this agreement are protected under the ‘Bonfire Protocol.’ Please abide by it, and if there are any objections or additions, submit them jointly after proper communication.”

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