SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 471 - 471 403 The Parchment with Anomalies. _2

Chapter 471: Chapter 403: The Parchment with Anomalies. _2 Chapter 471: Chapter 403: The Parchment with Anomalies. _2 ‘Speaking of which, for personnel above C Level, even B Level staff, a 155mm caliber shell might really not be too different from a normal bullet…’

Colin remembered the body of the C Level Elder Brother.

He estimated that if a shell with added special effects hit him, it would most likely not leave much of a mark.

At least, Colin made a rough comparison and thought that if he were in a fully stimulated “Hunger” state, he wouldn’t be afraid of such a shell. In fact, he could swallow it and digest the kinetic energy it carried along with it…

And the C Level Elder Brother had said before that if he hadn’t been in poor condition, he might have wanted to fight with that little part of “Hunger” in him.

Obviously, even if he couldn’t win, he wouldn’t be off by much.

He naturally had no fear of ordinary conventional weapons.

However, this thing, when dealing with some stronger but not too strong individuals, would be a bit more convenient than taking action himself.

“It’s a cannon, forget it, Mr. Colin, do you have any requirements for the performance of the bullets? And approximately how many do you need?” Qin Chuan seemed to realize that for his boss, these might really be at the level of standard bullets…

So he didn’t dwell on it any longer.

“The more armor-piercing capabilities, the better. Prepare around one cubic meter’s quantity of that. Besides, prepare some bullets of other types too, altogether making up about a cubic meter as well. Also, I hear there are some special, extraordinary bullets?” Colin spoke up.

“Yeah, some bullets can make the enemy’s luck turn bad after hitting them, as well as special explosives and some special grenades…”

“Get a variety of those then, and deliver them to my office tomorrow. I’ll take care of the receiving…”

Colin said this unapologetically, without a hint of concern that he might be refused.

Afterwards, he made some other requests and ended the call.

“‘Revolver Reverser’ itself has an independent one cubic meter space magazine. With another one or two cubic meters of space to carry these things, the bullets should be enough. If not, there’s always ‘Air Bullet’…”

He put away the revolver, stood up, and returned to his bed to check the status of his other items, making sure there wouldn’t be any hiccups for his upcoming assignments.

He went through each item in his possession…

“Time Freeze,” “Force Repulsion,” “Revolver Reverser,” “False Mighty One,” “Mountain of Smiling Corpses,” “Fire Tree Mark,” “Gluttony Power Mark,” “Widow Yukionna,” “Analytical Lens,” and Bone Spur related to the Church of Light…

“Aside from ‘Double’ existing in a special passive form, it seems like these are the main items for now. However, ‘Analytical Lens’ and ‘Mark of Gluttony’ are starting to fall behind like money-grubbing slaves…”

Colin sat cross-legged on the bed, contemplating that if something had to be phased out next, it should be these two.

Of course, while he couldn’t make much use of these two items, he hadn’t thought about selling them…

He could hand them over for his subordinates to use.

“To tell the truth, ‘Mountain of Smiling Corpses’ is also having trouble keeping up on the battlefield. But that thing is tough. Summoning it at a critical moment can help block some curses and supermodel attacks or serve as a one-time meat shield…”

“If I had the same raw materials, maybe I could upgrade it a bit, but similar materials are a bit hard to find…”

The best material, of course, would be “Human Patchwork Monster.”

But unfortunately, although there seemed to be many copies of this thing, it appeared to be a rare monster.

Since he killed one before, it had completely vanished without a trace. He hadn’t seen a second one, and he had no idea where it might be hiding now…

Ensuring there were no issues with his equipment, he put everything away and Colin breathed out a long sigh.

He casually checked the parchment again, didn’t notice anything new, and was ready to go back to sleep…

But at that moment, he suddenly remembered something.

“Li Ming and the other two seem to have reached F Level, right?”

Colin thought for a moment, then closed his eyes, his consciousness swiftly sinking down.

Soon, when he “opened his eyes” again, he was already in a familiar place…

Streams of orange-red light rained down from above. Looking up, one could see a massive fireball resembling an abnormal celestial body continuously spewing out vast flames suspended high in the sky.

Under its radiant firelight, the entire world seemed to warp and wriggle like melting magma.

Directly below it, in a hall filled with the traces of war and rust, Colin sat at the end of a ruined gray stone long table…

He looked up, glancing at the object in the sky.

When he first opened this office, Colin had always thought the thing above was a special effect. But as time passed and his rank increased, he realized…

This was indeed a special effect, but this effect might not be imaginary.

Perhaps there really is such a special place within the company.

“Bonfire,” huh…

However, not giving it much thought, Colin’s eyes moved, glancing toward a particular seat on the side of the gray stone long table, With a thought, a flame moved with his will, igniting on the seat and quickly condensing into a humanoid shape—

This was his arrangement for his own “Brother Shunzi” nesting dolls.

Next, Colin was about to pull the trio in for a meeting, but suddenly noticed that there seemed to be 29 more faintly visible points of light on the table in front of him…

“Are these the 29 people I recruited before?”

Colin sensed these glimmers of light, and an inspiration flashed through his mind.

Only, these points of light were currently a bit dim, and the connection wasn’t as clear as with the trio, making it difficult to pull people in.

He estimated that after one or two more rounds of tasks, the lights would be clearer, and then he would be able to recruit people…

“It seems there aren’t enough seats, looks like I’ll have to change the format of the place, make it look like a big auditorium, and then at the back of the auditorium at the highest point set up a seat that’s elevated…”

“Heh, that being said, when I really pull this bunch in, they will probably get quite a shock, and some employees might even think of me as an ‘invader’ or something, they might even report me…”

Colin made a self-deprecating remark, but his intuition told him.

Once he pulled people in, he wouldn’t have to worry about being reported anymore…

Afterwards, with a thought, three stars fixed on the seats spontaneously combusted, shaping into familiar figures like a “vest.”

Li Ming and the other two were notified and immediately submerged into this place.

“Mr. Bonfire Agent, greetings…” the trio greeted Colin, who was seated at the end of the table.

“Mm.”

Only after that mysterious and powerful figure, shrouded in gun smoke, gave a nod indicating they could sit down, did the three sit once again and then turned their heads to look at the leader who appeared to have been waiting for some time.

In fact, in “World Code-13,” the leader also walked as a “Bonfire Agent.”

But in this “Hall of the Gods,” only the person at the end of the long table could be the agent.

As for who “Bonfire” is…

Li Ming couldn’t help but sneak a glance at the great fireball above, feeling along with the other two that it… seemed alive.

Without lingering on the view, the leader’s voice came through.

“You’ve reached F Level now?” Colin looked over the trio, quickly getting a rough grasp of their status.

“Yes,” the three nodded in unison.

“What are your names? Let me see if I can add you, so we can contact each other directly through parchment in the future,” Colin inquired.

Having parchment would make future contacts more convenient. As for this place, each opening seemed to consume a bit of energy.

Better to save it for occasional meetings, which could retain more of a sense of mystery.

“We can, but, I’m only at F Level, seems like I can’t add people, nor can I speak…” Li Ming scratched the back of his head.

Hearing this, before Colin could speak, Tang Ken and Lin Yilan looked at each other and said simultaneously:

“We… also seem unable to speak.”

“What do you mean?” Colin raised an eyebrow, not quite understanding what they meant.

But soon, after hearing their explanation, his brows furrowed deeply.

There seemed to be some problems with the parchment function of these three people.

For example…

Their “Interactive Hall” was sealed and restricted to some extent.

How could this situation arise?

Amidst his confusion, an insight sparked in his mind, and Colin suddenly realized something…

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