SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 337 - 337 335 Complex and Chaotic Internal

Chapter 337: Chapter 335 Complex and Chaotic Internal Struggle_1 Chapter 337: Chapter 335 Complex and Chaotic Internal Struggle_1 “Let’s not talk about introductions for now.”

Colin waved his hand dismissively as well, his mind cluttered with a slew of troubles. He had no interest in social niceties and even less in getting involved in the mess here.

As for Mr. Gao mentioned by the other party, Colin had never met him but had heard of him. He seemed to be another Ninth Level Personnel within the country.

A master of both the Divine Strike and Bonfire paths…

However, from bits and pieces of gossip, it appeared that his status wasn’t any good either.

Thoughts whirled in his head for a few seconds before Colin blinked, reeling his wandering mind back in.

Then, Tang Qinghu and the others didn’t continue the conversation and left.

No sooner had they left the building than a swirl of black mist surged around him, enveloping him and a few others, creating another “secret chamber.”

“Can you be certain? Is it the one you encountered before?” he asked in a low voice, turning to Hu Xiaoyuan and Luo Wenhao behind him.

Upon hearing this, the two exchanged glances and shook their heads simultaneously.

“It’s slightly similar, maybe it is, maybe it isn’t, but we can’t be sure…” said Hu Xiaoyuan.

“Forget it, this matter isn’t that important,” Tang Qinghu stated expressionlessly.

Afterward, they boarded an eight-seater van, getting ready to head to the airport…

Only, halfway there, Tang Qinghu, seated at the back, suddenly tensed up inside, then realized something. As he tried to rise from his seat, he saw a dump truck loaded with gravel barreling toward them from outside the window.

His pupils shrank, and as he tried to muster his powers, he found he had “stumbled” due to the urgency of the moment.

And in that brief window of time…

The out-of-control dump truck crashed fiercely into the rear of their vehicle.

Perhaps due to a quality issue, the van’s front end was fine, but the rear section, “conveniently” where Tang Qinghu was sitting, detached from the body and was sent flying away.

The immense force hit him right where he had gathered his strength, scattering the breath he had struggled to hold.

In the end, after a series of lightning-fast flips and sparks, he ended up in a construction site toilet filled with waste…

Ten seconds later, Tang Qinghu emerged from the public restroom, bedraggled and reeking, and looked expressionlessly toward a large tree not far away:

“Xu Duojin.”

After speaking, he turned and walked away without uttering another word.

He was well aware that the opponent, who was also Eighth Level, wouldn’t be able to prevent him from resisting the whole time.

So, not leaving now would only lead to more humiliation shortly…

This was, after all, not their turf.

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Meanwhile, Colin was already on the helicopter headed back, and as the rotors spun, he thought back to the conversation they’d just had and couldn’t help but narrow his eyes slightly.

‘The situation inside seems not as calm as I thought.’

Colin generally knew about the various factions within, holding different philosophies, which could be roughly divided into two parts.

One was those planning to leave, the so-called “Spark,” “Expedition,” “Ark,” or whatever they were called. The names varied, but the meanings were similar.

The other was those who believed in humanity’s victory and chose to stay… some were referred to as the “Water Control” faction.

One side fleeing, the other staying, they seemed unconnected and capable of coexistence.

But in reality, whether they chose to leave or stay, they both needed resources, and currently, both sides were striving to secure as many resources as possible for the future.

“Looking at this, the ‘World Barrier’ might not have been affected as lightly as Old Master Wu mentioned, or rather, something else has happened that’s got these people acting up?”

Colin stroked his chin, making some rough guesses.

On the matter itself, he held no particular prejudice against those inclined to flee…

After all, external activities were indeed challenging, facing countless unknown threats, and carving out a haven from these threats was no easy task.

Besides, it wasn’t fair to generalize about those who chose to leave…

He seemed to have also heard about something referred to as “big run” and “little run” – the “big run” naturally involved taking as many people as possible to seek new paths, while the “little run” entailed a small group of elites taking a large amount of resources and leaving…

Or even more despicable, some, under the guise of the “big run,” gathered investment when in fact, they were planning a “little run”…

The situation in this regard was pretty complicated.

However, that didn’t mean those who chose to stay were any better or more committed.

That’s because when Colin read the Red Moon adherents’ profiles, he was shocked to find that a considerable portion of them could be classified within the faction opting to stay.

Of course, they were the most extreme of the lot.

“He believed that once humanity left Earth, they would cease to be human and that this place must be protected at all costs.”

“Yet, humans themselves lack the ability to guard this place and to survive the final day; they must rely on the help of the Outer Gods.”

“Besides that, there are some who believe that humanity is destined to triumph no matter what.”

“However…”

“Speaking of which, it feels like whether we run or stay, we can’t escape ‘2044’…”

Colin remembered that in other worlds, there was also news about this thing.

If simply running away would suffice, then there would be no need for the senior members of Bonfire Company, as well as those in the anomalous realms, to keep mentioning it.

Unfortunately, up to this point, Colin still hadn’t figured out what exactly would happen in 2044.

But he felt that whether it was the company or those truly great beings, many things seemed to revolve around this event.

“Forget it, maybe when I have high enough clearance, I’ll understand all this. As for now, it’s more pragmatic to think about the ‘Descent Project’ the day after tomorrow than these things.”

Colin took a deep breath, momentarily emptied his mind, and began to consider what to bring with him next time.

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Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Qin Chuan and his companions got off the plane at a small airport in South America and soon met with a few international colleagues stationed abroad.

Shortly thereafter, they appeared at a manor that claimed to sell fruit but in reality dealt in “flour.”

The master of the manor received them in the hall.

At that moment, Qin Chuan, looking at the weapons surrounding them, couldn’t help but feel a tingling on his scalp.

As an Extraordinary One who had just been promoted to level 3, such a scene was still quite shocking to him.

His promotion from level two to three had been through the backdoor help of Colin, from whom he had obtained further resources.

However, he wasn’t particularly scared since there were several bigwigs among those who came this time…

Colin’s orders were usually given high priority by the higher-ups.

After all…

It was all part of the plan.

Even though Qin Chuan didn’t know what the plan entailed.

“I wonder what brings you here?” asked the manor’s master in fluent English.

At his words, Qin Chuan felt someone nudge him, and then he took a step forward, pulling out a photo and handing it over, saying in the same foreign language:

“According to our investigation, this person was taken by you. We hope you can hand him over.”

The master of the manor glanced at the photo and then shook his head with a smile, “Sorry, I don’t know this person.”

To admit would be to concede to outright kidnapping; if the news spread, it would be a headache for him, and the real supplier would kill him to avoid scandal…

Hearing this, Qin Chuan frowned. They had come here with complete confidence.

But…

It was at this moment that an international colleague, wearing a cowboy hat, suddenly spoke:

“If you’re not willing to hand over the person, then come with me.”

“Sorry, you have no evidence, so according to the law, I don’t need to…”

The manor’s master was speaking when he suddenly saw the other person violently pull out a handgun from his waist and aim at him, causing him to lose focus for a moment.

Simultaneously, a rustling sound filled the air as his men immediately raised their guns and aimed at Qin Chuan’s group.

Just one command or a slight movement, and they would turn these few individuals into a hornet’s nest.

This gave the manor’s master an added sense of security.

However, just then, his eyes narrowed as he saw all his men deflate like punctured balloons, collapsing to the ground…

And on the floor, streams of fresh blood flowed toward the Asian man in the cowboy hat.

He reveled in the pleasure brought by this blood as he spoke,

“Sorry, when we act, we only need a name, not evidence.

“From now on, I give you ten seconds to agree.

“Otherwise, including you and your family, I will hunt down and kill every last one of them.

“Remember, your so-called backers mean nothing to us.”

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