SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 370 - 370 367 Send Us Off with a Bonfire (Long

Chapter 370: Chapter 367: Send Us Off with a Bonfire (Long Chapter)._2 Chapter 370: Chapter 367: Send Us Off with a Bonfire (Long Chapter)._2 During the conversation, he couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, but even though he had only exchanged a few words with the “Flamebearer” reservist in front of him, the “Fate Propeller” D rank personnel couldn’t shake the feeling that the fellow before him seemed… pitifully lacking in common sense?

The newbie that had just come in didn’t even seem as clueless as this one…

Could he be a special hire from outside the civilized world?

Thinking about the other’s strength and the level that didn’t match it, the “Fate Propeller” D rank personnel felt it was about right.

However, he didn’t dwell on this and continued, “I’ll tell you something you might not know. If things go as expected, they probably want to use our location as a stepping stone to go deeper…”

“And whether you’re here to finish things off or to recover something, I estimate that there’s a high chance you won’t be able to avoid one person.”

“Who?” Colin had a suspicion in his mind but wasn’t certain.

“Our Squadron Leader Kong Shiping, C level authority… I have an intuition that your mission this time is probably aimed at him…”

As he said this, the “Fate Propeller” D rank personnel seemed to sense something. Without waiting for Colin to speak, he switched to communicating through brainwaves rather than speech, seemingly to convey the information more quickly:

“I don’t know his fate, but it probably won’t be good. If you encounter him, it’ll be okay if he’s not rational…”

“But if he is rational, like when we just communicated, then you need to be careful. He excels in ambush close combat, capable of ‘flashing’ eighteen times within a hundred-meter radius in one minute, followed by a three-minute cooldown. His weakness should be under his left armpit, where there’s an old wound from a past incident…”

“Remember, never assume he will engage in close combat. The Squadron Leader has a once-a-day trump card, which he releases when you are beyond one hundred fifty meters and within three hundred meters.”

“That move is very powerful, it’s a locking technique, and the specifics of its execution and release are classified. Only B Level Authority would know, and I have no idea how to avoid it, also, I’m not sure if you have any means to avoid.”

“But, if you have a choice, try not to trigger it. It’s much stronger than the bullet used on you previously. If it hits a vital spot, even a First Level Containment Subject could be put out of action for a considerable length of time…”

“If you really can’t beat him, it’s best to injure his right hand, then try to escape during his ‘flash’ weakness period.”

After quickly conveying all this, the “Fate Propeller” D rank personnel seemed to breathe a sigh of relief.

Then, he added, “Besides, although you as an E level Personnel seem particularly abstract and awkward to me, if everything goes as expected…”

“The other D level Personnel should not pose much of a threat to you, so I won’t elaborate further. Finally, regarding contamination intelligence, you’ll have to find out on your own. I can’t provide more, I can’t help you with that…”

“It’s enough…”

Colin nodded, feeling moved. He hadn’t expected the other to assist him unconditionally.

Letting out a slight breath, he looked at the other’s eyes gradually filling with bloodshot:

“Is there anything I can do for you?”

The “Fate Propeller” D rank personnel hesitated for less than half a second, without any pretense: “I’m someone who came out of the large hatchery, and after coming out, I was raised by the unified society along with the tens of millions of brothers and sisters from the hatchery, so I don’t have family or much, have friends but not many, nor do I have any messages to pass on…”

“However, there is one thing. I have a flat in Shen City, and inside, there are a few hundred TBs of… cough, study files… on the physiological side…”

As he spoke, an even more specific address “Inspiration” appeared in Colin’s mind.

But…

Large hatchery? What is that, and what are these few hundred TBs of study files—are you copying every file in the world… Colin’s expression was odd, giving a knowing look: “Don’t worry, I will help you destroy them.”

After saying that, he wanted to ask about the “large hatchery,” but the other person panicked and spoke first…

“No, not destroy, definitely not!”

The “Fate Propeller” D rank personnel turned pale with fright, coughing twice, and rambled on:

“If possible, share them with others, sigh, those things cost me a lot of points to collect…”

“Inside, there are precious educational materials from before the ‘Great Annihilation Era.'”

Hmm? ‘Great Annihilation Era’ from before? When was that, or rather, what world’s events were these?

Colin’s mind was filled with many possibilities in an instant, wondering if he had misunderstood, were these really some valuable educational materials?

With doubts, he queried this D rank personnel who had perished in the past.

However, the other party didn’t respond to his question but lost focus, shaking while smoking, and started to speak about something irrelevant.

“…To offer everything for humanity’s fate is a mentality everyone is prepared for, after all, what helped us survive those dark times was sacrifice and contribution…”

“I don’t really have any thoughts on the matter, it’s just regrettable that not long after, I would have had a chance to get promoted… and here I am, gone without an explanation…”

“I’ve learned so much experience, and I don’t even have a girlfriend…”

“My death wasn’t as glorious as I imagined…”

“There are no epic hymns, no biographies or anything of the sort. I’m like a little minion in a game that got killed, maybe even less than that…”

“In some obscure corner that I don’t even know of, we perished without clarity, and no one remembers. Even I don’t remember my own name…”