SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 291 - 291 289 I cant take it anymore I want to blow

Chapter 291: Chapter 289 I can’t take it anymore! I want to blow her head off!_1 Chapter 291: Chapter 289 I can’t take it anymore! I want to blow her head off!_1 An hour later, the “Deep Sea Unicorn” stopped at the harbor, and Colin walked down with two people.

One was the pirate leader “Little Dwarf” Peter, and the other was an arsonist.

As for the rest, they were all left to guard the submarine lest someone steal such a big vessel upon their return…

“The arsonist’s main method involves concocting various explosives and then using item effects to evade the explosions. In this way, if team members are nearby and don’t have something like a ‘Time Stop’ artifact, they’re likely to end up dead or severely maimed; but as long as he’s with me, there should be no problem.”

“‘Surfing for Pigs’ tends to trigger extra events, so I’ll just lock it up at home to prevent it from causing any additional incidents. I doubt it can surprise me with any more tricks.”

Reassured by this thought, Colin glanced around; the port was not small, hosting a variety of submarines moored there, though these vessels had some peculiar designs.

Some were encrusted with barnacle-covered bones, resembling a submarine made entirely of bones…

Others were severely damaged; instead of repairing the breaches properly, wooden boards were used as a makeshift fix, and the subs were covered in graffiti…

And then, there were those submarines adorned with various dazzling lights, twinkling nonstop…

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Seeing these diverse submarines, only one phrase came to mind for Colin—

“Ghostfire Boys.”

“If that ‘Funeral of Love’ family member from the company were here, he’d probably find quite a few common interests with them.”

Colin couldn’t help but scoff, then he diverted his gaze and walked onto the streets of the island port, which was enveloped by a huge bubble.

Before long, amidst the strong fishy stench, cries from vendors filled the air.

“Fresh Titan Squid Tentacles just off the boat, ten Marks a pound!”

“Selling a second-hand Sardine Submarine Fleet, thirty-seven subs in total, interested parties can contact me…”

“‘Delicacy Egg Injection’! It can give you a heavenly pleasure!”

“Top-grade Federation Lady, gents, come take a look, experience a prime Federation beauty for just a hundred Marks!”

“Just caught ‘Sea Siren’ slaves, come and see if you need one…”

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A plethora of individuals of varying identities were peddling their goods.

Food, weapons, medicine, slaves—the whole street was bustling with activity…

However, seeing some people locked up and waiting to be sold like products, Colin couldn’t help frowning. Although he had seen quite a bit in his time, such a scene still inevitably evoked a sense of compassion.

The light of flames flickered in his pupils…

Unfortunately, Colin was well aware that even if he took action then and there to offer help, the result would most likely be counterproductive.

“Unless I could take down this big pirate named Olma, even if I managed to rescue these people, they would still be on the path to death, because I simply can’t take them with me.”

Colin silently shook his head, temporarily shifting his gaze away from them.

Then, he turned his eyes to where the spectators were the most numerous, the strikingly stunning “Sea Sirens.”

“Aren’t these mermaids?”

Colin observed from a distance, spotting a dozen or so Sea Sirens with the upper body of a human and the lower half of a fish amidst the onlookers.

They were easily a size larger than the average human, but at this moment, they were all locked in irons on the land, their beautiful faces filled with a look of despair…

Colin sniffed the air, detecting a hint of fishiness.

It was somewhat reminiscent of the Fishmen he saw in “The Seventh Box Garden World,” but not quite the same…

Those Fishmen had turned into such due to contamination from the leaking Divine essence of the “Father of the Sea,” all of them males, whereas these here seemed to be some sort of native species.

Just as Colin’s gaze fell upon them, a round, burly female pirate with a face full of scars and many test tubes in her clothes bought all the “Sea Sirens” for a total sum of three hundred thousand Marks.

“Hey, hey, what a pity, it had to be the mad witch Livina who bought them. You see, experiencing these ‘Sea Sirens’ would be… Mmm, I heard this from a friend, yes, they say as long as the ‘Sea Sirens’ keep their mouths shut, the whole experience is very comfortable, but in her hands, I bet they’ll all be wasted.”

“Little Dwarf” Peter clicked his tongue twice beside Colin, subconsciously trying to show off, but remembering that this group seemed to have higher moral standards than the Federation folk, he hurriedly corrected himself.

“Ruined? What do you mean?”

Colin asked as they walked along a pathway in a larger market area, planning to look for reactor control rods they could use.

“Uh, if someone else got their hands on these ‘Sea Sirens,’ they’d definitely… experience them, but that crazy old hag is different. She buys them just to kill for their blood and some organ parts, using them to concoct special potions. Isn’t that a waste? And this lunatic also enjoys torturing them…”

“Kills them for their blood and organs?”

Colin raised an eyebrow and looked back.

When he heard Peter mention that these mermaid-like creatures were being killed, he felt a tremor in his mind from the “Deep Sea Egg,” as if it was startled…

“Could it be that the ‘Deep Sea Egg’ is from the same species? Why else would it be frightened?”

Colin had a hunch. If there was indeed a connection between the two, maybe he could figure out a way to retrieve the egg.

At that moment, Peter seemed to have thought of something and spoke up, “Come to think of it, that crazy lady seems to be very close to the ‘Crimson Abyss’ cultists. Many people say she is a believer.”

“‘Crimson Abyss’?”

Upon hearing that name, Colin felt a heavy feeling inside.

It appeared that the other two human ports had already been contaminated by the “Crimson Abyss,” and now there were more related incidents emerging. He doubted it was a coincidence.

Regardless, whether he wanted to save the mermaid, get information about the “Sea’s Egg,” or something else, he needed to obtain the reactor control rods first.

Ten minutes later, Colin and the others entered the massive dock.

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Meanwhile, at the port location, Livina, covered in various vials and with a face scarred, returned to her submarine decorated with skeletons, carrying a cage of “Sea Sirens.”

In the nearby “Deep Sea Unicorn Whale,” “Naming is Hard,” who was playing cards with the others, threw down his cards in frustration, about to sigh about his bad luck—damn, losing two more points—when he inadvertently caught sight of a scene outside the window…

“Holy shit, mermaids!” Naming is Hard exclaimed, quickly pressing his face against the window.

“Mermaids what? Don’t you cheat me, I’ve recorded the points, remember to pay up when we go out—holy shit, mermaids!”

Dog Brother muttered and turned his head, his eyes suddenly brightening.

The “mermaid” locked in chains appeared pitiful, stirring some thoughts in him—the currently temporarily dysfunctional old employee—as if some unique kinks were activated.

Another one, “Surfing for Pigs,” also turned his head: “Six!”

Several old gentlemen together admired those beauties, but before long, their faces changed, and their expressions froze.

They saw a burly, feral-looking obese woman approach one of the mermaids, tie an iron spike to the end of its tail, and take out an iron hook attached to a rope from her pocket. With practiced ease, she pinched the mermaid’s neck and pierced its chin with the hook.

The pirates behind her suddenly pulled the rope hard, and the exceptionally beautiful mermaid was hoisted up.

Then, before the mermaid could struggle, the obese woman took out an iron spike and jabbed it violently into its spine…

Immediately, the mermaid stopped moving.

The obese woman didn’t stop there. She quickly made an incision at the tail, and blood gushed out, flowing into a bucket prepared in advance through the iron spike.

Next, she scooped up a handful of bloody water and took a sip, then stood up with a cruel smile and slit open the delicate white belly with a knife.

The entire process was swift. By the time the others realized what was happening, they saw…

A massive amount of intestines and organs, still wriggling and steaming, spilled out from the mermaid’s wound, the fresh red intestines hanging from its waist like a skirt…

“Ugh…” someone retched.

“Motherfucker! I can’t watch this! I’m going to blow her head off!”

The usually silent “Surfing for Pigs,” suspected of being mute, stood up furiously cursing and grabbed a longbow from the Storage Room, aiming directly at the hideous-looking obese woman.

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