SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 279 - 279 277 Civilian Nuclear-Powered Submarine_1

Chapter 279: Chapter 277 Civilian Nuclear-Powered Submarine_1 Chapter 279: Chapter 277 Civilian Nuclear-Powered Submarine_1 “Thud, thud, thud…”

A deep and eerie sound accompanied by some sharp screams seeped through the iron walls beside him, causing Colin to instinctively look up, his expression immediately one of alarm.

Outside a thick, round glass window, a large school of fish were swimming and frolicking under the light.

Beyond the light, everything was murky and dark, countless tiny objects floating in the ink-green water, and amidst the dullness, there were faint, sharp, and strange sounds emanating.

Even Colin felt an inexplicable fear in this airtight and narrow room.

This place is…

“The deep sea?”

Colin quickly stood up, using the room’s frequently flickering lights to discern that the space was probably a cramped rest area hardly four square meters in size.

The rest area was riddled with rust, as if it had been soaked in water.

Colin took a deep breath and roughly analyzed the situation, confirming that there was nothing else in the room except for himself.

Then, he looked towards a round hatch that was securely locked and pulled out a silver metallic ball with cat ears from his pocket.

“Xiao Yin, check this place out and see what kind of ghostly spot this is,” he commanded.

After issuing the order, the silver ball expanded in an instant, beginning to permeate every corner of the place.

“Lucky I’ve got this thing, otherwise I’d be totally bewildered for a good half a day.”

Colin exhaled and peered at himself through the thick round glass—his face unchanged, but his clothes were rather odd.

They felt a bit like what Sharp Brother might wear…

Perhaps it was an outfit the company randomly pulled out for him after the transfer.

Just then, the rusty, hatch-like door suddenly sprouted a cat head:

“According to the scan, this is a damaged civilian nuclear-powered submarine, approximately 76 meters in length, 8 meters in width, equipped with a small number of torpedo-shaped weapons filled with unknown material. The actual spatial area within the submarine is about…”

Listening to the Little Maid’s report, Colin nodded; indeed, as he had surmised, this was probably a submarine.

But quickly, his expression froze, and he realized something was amiss.

“Wait, what? A nuclear-powered civilian submarine?”

Colin looked perplexed; this submarine, looking all battered and worn, was actually nuclear-powered?

However, he was not too astonished, as the technology level of “Nano Intellectual Mechanism” was much higher than nuclear.

“So, can it still operate?”

“It can be used after repairs.”

“Do you know how to drive it?”

“It can be controlled after breaking the encryption.”

“Phew… that’s good then.”

Colin breathed a sigh of relief; the task required exploring a vast expanse of water area, and if he had to drift slowly on this thing, who knows when he would arrive.

Now that he knew Xiao Yin, the cat-eared Little Maid could control it, his mood was significantly lifted.

“By the way, are there any other people?”

“Confirmed that there are five other life signs aboard…”

“Five people, just the right number for the mission. Hold on, ‘other’ five people?”

Colin emphasized the word “other.”

To him, this submarine should either be full of people or just their group of five on the mission; there shouldn’t be any more.

“Yes, five others, including Mr. Colin yourself, that makes six survivors in total. Additionally, twenty-one deceased bodies have been found for unknown reasons, and your location is the submarine captain’s quarters.”

“Alright, let’s go out and take a look.”

After listening to its report and confirming there was no immediate danger outside, Colin twisted open the door to the captain’s cabin.

The watertight door, covered in rust, was arduous to move due to the corrosion. An ordinary person might have been trapped to death here, but Colin forcefully worked a miracle and wrenched it open.

Bang.

As the watertight door valve opened, a wave of pungent decay accompanied by damp air assaulted his face.

Outside the door, the chaotic submarine activity area was a sight to behold. Puddles in some areas indicated that the ship had likely taken on water, but why it had been pumped out again was unknown…

Beyond that, there were bodies enveloped in unknown seaweeds, tattered and torn, scattered all around.

The thick stench of rot was emanating from them…

“Bang bang bang!”

Suddenly, the sound of intense pounding came from not far away.

“Is anyone there? Help me open this door! Save me, for fuck’s sake!”

The voice of an employee, tinged with tears, came from behind a door.

Colin shook his head; this damn employee, ready for a promotion to D Level, couldn’t even open a door and was scared to the point of crying. He really wondered how he made it this far.

Of course, once he confirmed it was a colleague, he didn’t mind lending a hand.

After all, as far as Colin knew, missions mostly didn’t stipulate anything about teammates dying—unless it was done deliberately with malice, which at most seemed to result in some reduction of the mission rewards.

But in reality, beyond the rewards, teammates also played an important role as mobile signal receptors.

Especially for missions suspected to be of the Descent Type, if a teammate died, they might encounter the risk of not receiving messages.

Without further ado, Colin went straight over.

Although the submarine was in disrepair, many of its lights were still operational, albeit just slightly brighter than fireflies.

Stooping and sidestepping, navigating the narrow passageway where pipes were exposed and slightly shaking, Colin reached the watertight door valve that was continually emitting noise and gave it a couple of solid knocks to indicate his arrival.

“Hold on, I’m opening the door now!”

Finished speaking, Colin had the Nano Intellectual Mechanism assist him in twisting open the watertight door valve, turn by turn.

And at the moment the door swung open, a stench of ancient decay hit him full in the face, nearly making Colin retch. Then he saw inside the small resting room, barely three or four square meters in size, there were about five people crammed in.

In addition to that employee, the rest were bodies swollen and reeking after soaking in water…

“Tch… quite unlucky,” Colin imagined how uncomfortable he would have been in their place.

“Thanks… ugh…”

The employee with [Naming Is Really Hard] floating above his head crawled out and knelt on the ground, vomiting incessantly.

“No problem.”

While speaking, Colin pulled out a lighter, ready to light a fire to get rid of the stench – damn it was just too fucking foul…

At this moment, the person hiding aside, no longer concerned with watching from the shadows, suddenly realized something and shouted at Colin, “Careful, don’t light anything, there’s combustible gas in here!”

Unfortunately, by the time he was warned, Colin’s thumb had already pressed on the lighter’s trigger.

Click!

A burst of flame erupted.

However, to the surprise of the veteran of the Jailbreak Series, the exploding fire did not actually detonate. Instead, it flashed in the room and then, as if guided by some will, condensed into a basketball-sized ball of fire burning fiercely.

“What did you just say?”

Colin turned around to see a blurry figure with a familiar ID above his head.