SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 550 - 550 435 Only the Containment Subject is

Chapter 550: Chapter 435 Only the “Containment Subject” is Unhappy with the Trade…_2 Chapter 550: Chapter 435 Only the “Containment Subject” is Unhappy with the Trade…_2 ‘Almost on par with some Elite D Level,’

Colin pondered for a moment before roughly drawing this crude comparison.

Nowadays, the company’s D Level staff, on the whole, were almost on a par with Level 7 Official Personnel; some were weaker while others stronger, with specific variations depending on the individual…

However, recently, due to “Item Liberation” and the “Iron Fist Instructor,” among other things, their overall strength had risen again. Among them, some of the stronger individuals could probably catch up with Level 8 Personnel.

Of course, not many people reached this D Level standard.

But one interesting point was…

According to Colin’s estimate, these D Level employees might find it very difficult to defeat Level 8 Official Personnel.

However, if they were to fight to the death, the company’s D Level staff would most likely be the ones to survive.

As for the Level 8 Personnel…

Most would have gone mad during the battle.

‘It’s just like with those D Level Personnel in the “Ghost Train” incident; they went insane before showing their full strength…’

Colin sighed inwardly, no wonder the officials valued “double-duty” personnel so highly.

They were willing to pour massive resources into F Level to nurture them…

Most likely, they were trying to cultivate a group of high-ranking individuals who could freely use extraordinary power, filling the gaps and voids in the upper echelons of official power.

Nevertheless, without giving it much more thought, Colin was led into a vast hall.

Inside, there were more than a hundred anomalies contained.

Even though they were in containment status.

Colin still felt a slight tightness in his chest, sensing the intangible pressure emanating from them inadvertently…

‘Is it the same as last time?’ Xu Duojin inquired from the side.

This time there were more transactions than before, and the space was larger. He wondered whether the other side could handle it.

After all, some anomalies needed people to maintain their containment…

Once the people leave and there’s no suppression, containment breaches could easily occur.

If it were just one or two, it might be manageable, but here it wasn’t a matter of just one or two.

However, as the thought had just surfaced, Xu Duojin’s eyelids twitched violently when he saw Colin raise a finger, from which a flame burst forth, turning into a large fireball.

Then, the fireball suddenly boiled, brightening as if infused with oxygen…

It was as if a small sun had risen in this place.

Heat waves flooded every inch of the air.

The next second, the anomalies that had been somewhat restless all quieted down.

‘He’s gotten so much stronger…’ Xu Duojin felt a bit numb inside.

Every time he didn’t see the other party for a few days, their strength seemed to shoot up like an elevator. What was even more astonishing was that the other party had reached this level of power in just a few months.

On the other side, Colin tilted his chin upward slightly and surveyed the area: ‘It seems there’s not much of a problem.’

‘I’m relieved then. However, if there are any issues, call out at any time, we’ll be right outside,’ Xu Duojin repressed his emotions, nodded, gestured to the other employees to release their suppression, and orderly retreated from the area…

Once everyone had exited the hall.

Colin allowed the flames around him to spread further, encompassing the entire space.

Next, he didn’t rush to trigger the transaction task, but went to a few high-level containment subjects with terrifying auras. After observing them for a while, he touched one of them, transferring it into the “Storage Room.”

Only then did he trigger the transaction task…

Before long, a pale single-toned flute sound traveled from afar.

Hearing this sound, Colin couldn’t help but blink, and then he noticed that, in the hall, a layer of mist had formed, seemingly slowly undulating.

Deep within the mist, there appeared to be something enormous rapidly approaching.

In another blink of an eye, the dim yellow light shone through from the depths of the mist.

The shadow of a train was faintly visible.

Colin’s pupils glowed with fire as he stared in that direction, wanting to see what the front of the train looked like. As he gazed, he suddenly realized he had somehow lost focus.

By the time he regained his senses, the train, marked with the scars of war and seemingly having traveled through various perilous locales, was gradually coming to a stop.

‘This train… it’s really eerie…’

Colin mused internally, then saw the train doors go ‘clack’ as they opened.

A figure clad in silver full-body armor stepped out…

He first locked eyes with Colin, a red light flickering in the helmet’s facial area as if signaling. After Colin nodded, the figure waved to those behind him.

In an instant…

More than a dozen figures in silver lightweight full-covering armor poured out…

Upon descending, they didn’t interact with Colin, nor did they make any unnecessary movements. They walked briskly toward various containment subjects and began extracting them into “Elf Balls” along with the containment measures.

‘These lightweight armors seem much more advanced than those left by the starship crew.’

Colin stood by, observing.

From their basic speed and movements, their strength appeared to be around the average D Level, but it seemed, rather than relying on brute strength, they were more inclined towards logistics…

‘The real combat personnel of the Corps would be the ones in the thick armor.’

Colin didn’t think too much about it and quietly maintained the flame, waiting for the transaction to be completed.

Meanwhile, some logistics personnel, with hands on hips and not uttering a sound, had lights frequently flickering on their sci-fi helmets, seemingly engaged in some kind of secret communication…

“Damn it, who the fuck came up with this containment procedure, XXX and XXX together, aren’t they scared it’ll explode…”

“Fuck, using this thing to hold a Level 2 Containment Subject is like using paper to wrap nuclear waste; what genius thought of this containment procedure, I really want to twist his head off…”

“Holy mother, come over and give me a hand, need to redo this thing…”

“…”

The company’s passive translation allowed Colin to vaguely “see” the messages those light flickers were conveying.

Although the details weren’t very precise, the general idea was definitely there.

It seemed…

Their attitudes weren’t very friendly.

‘Are logistics always this irritable?’

Colin muttered to himself and looked away as if he knew nothing since the complaints were not about him.

However…

Looking at the lights flickering on their faces.

He suddenly remembered something.

‘Speaking of which, during the last transaction, there seemed to be a guy pointing at me non-stop; I wonder what that was all about.’

Colin suddenly recalled that at the end of the last transaction, someone was pointing at him with a very excited demeanor.

He didn’t know what it was about…

With that thought, Colin curiously scanned the surroundings, looking at the company’s logistics personnel who were busy with secondary containment.

Unfortunately, he didn’t see the person.

Either they hadn’t come, or they had bad luck and were “gotten”…

‘It shouldn’t be a big problem; if there really was an issue, ‘Lady Bunny’ would have told me.’

Colin wasn’t overly concerned.

He shifted his gaze away from the group of workers and locked eyes with the little squad leader standing at the train door, seemingly supervising everyone. After about half an hour, the containment work was finally completed.

All the executing personnel, holding a bunch of metal elf balls, lined up to return to the train…

After the squad leader had counted all the metal balls, he took out a list as usual and handed it over.

Colin glanced at it, saw no issues, and signed his name.

Just as he made the final stroke of his signature,

An inspiration emerged at the same time.

“Transaction mission completed.”

However, just when Colin thought the group would leave directly,

The little squad leader didn’t leave right away but took out a small box about the size of a laptop bag and handed it to him.

“Is this from ‘Lady Rabbit’?”

Colin accepted the small box and saw that there was a stamp often used by Lady Bunny on it.

However, the other party didn’t respond to his question but turned and boarded the train.

Without any fuss, he thought for a moment and decided to place the small box in the “Storage Room” first, planning to check it when he got home.

But at that moment, a gaze filled with resentment was cast upon him.

Colin sensed it and looked in the direction of the feeling, seeing that inside the train carriage, a logistics employee was gripping a metal containment ball, continuously holding the train’s handrail and staring at him fixedly, radiating an indescribable mix of complex emotions…

Was it that guy from last time?

He hadn’t seen them earlier and thought they might have died.

Turns out they were busy with other tasks on the train.

‘What’s the deal, I haven’t provoked you, why do you seem to have such a big problem with me?’

Colin, holding the small box, scratched the back of his head, puzzled.

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