SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 703 - 703 512 The Furious Fisherman._1

Chapter 703: Chapter 512: The Furious “Fisherman”._1 Chapter 703: Chapter 512: The Furious “Fisherman”._1 That night, deep in the mountainous woods, darkness prevailed but there was no peace.

The constant explosions and firearms created a cacophony as a group of uniformed people wielded various weapons, besieging a dangerous creature in front of them that had four arms and resembled a mountain demon in shape, but was many times larger.

However, despite their numerical advantage, it was very difficult to take down the creature quickly.

Its strength and constitution were, in a sense, incomprehensible!

Every bullet from machine guns and cannons, though they caused injury and seemed as if they would blow the creature apart, tearing its flesh, seconds later it would regenerate to its original form.

At first, the Sixth Level Personnel were undaunted, attacking with firepower relentlessly under the belief, “I doubt your luck can last forever,” but now…

They had become believers of the curse.

What was worse, that damn monster seemed to trigger a Second Order transformation. If the flesh torn by artillery was not promptly dealt with, it would turn into smaller, yet similar mountain demon creatures.

And they moved extremely fast, attacking their enemies like zombies…

Since its initial appearance, the only thing the people had managed to do was lure it into the mountains to avoid it rushing towards civilians and causing greater casualties.

“Keep suppressing it at a distance of thirty to fifty meters as much as possible, waiting for higher-level assistance. Be extremely careful now, and don’t let it touch you; a touch would mean either death or injury,” warned a Sixth Level Official Personnel, vigilantly observing the situation and commanding his team through a microphone while throwing out various charms, forming killer moves that trapped the enemy.

However, as he was distracted by speaking, he saw the mountain demon dive at him aggressively.

A chill went down his spine and he somersaulted in desperation, trying his best to evade, but was still hit.

The creature’s massive arm swept across…

With a loud boom, the rocks behind him were shattered into a large crater.

He too was unfortunately hit, but luckily, under his outer clothes, various charms activated, flashing with golden light that shielded him from the brunt of the blow…

“Phew, that was close,” the Sixth Level Official Personnel grunted in pain as he widened the distance between them.

Several team members immediately advanced to cover him, but to their surprise, the mutant mountain demon creature didn’t seize the opportunity to follow up with a lethal attack—this was against common sense!

It was then that the Sixth Level Personnel suddenly heard a scream through his headset, and he immediately realized something, looking towards the battlefield to find a person rushing at high speed towards the gigantic creature, seemingly intending to tackle it with a small handgun…

In his view, this was utterly unrealistic, surely a squad member had decided to sacrifice themselves to buy him time to escape!

“Damn it, come back!” he yelled, urging the person to retreat, not wanting to lose a member of his team.

At the same time, there was some admiration in his heart; he hadn’t expected…

However, the employee didn’t seem to listen. Covered by a hail of bullets, they approached the colossal being at a speed that was neither fast nor slow, raised their hand, and drew a revolver…

“Bang, bang,” two sharp sounds rang out as two flaming bullets pierced through the corrupted extraordinary creature’s chest and head.

Its massive body fell with a thud, not even managing to let out a scream…

“How is this possible?!” exclaimed the Sixth Level Personnel in shock.

How could he have someone like that under him?

No, was that the support?

No, that wasn’t right either; the Seventh Level “Fate Propeller” he had called for support didn’t use these methods…

But in the next second, that figure vanished into thin air…

While the Sixth Level Personnel was on high alert, he suddenly saw that person reappear right beside him, his eyes intense, holding several cards in his left hand and a flaming revolver in his right.

And what was particularly eerie was that he was wearing a casual outfit with slippers on his feet.

“You are…” he asked cautiously, on guard.

He had heard that sometimes Heretics would assist the authorities, but it had only been hearsay, until now.

However, in response to his question, the man before him didn’t say much, only giving him a few glances.

“It seems you haven’t suffered any serious injuries,” Colin’s gaze drifted from the sunken chest of the man before him, then he quickly left the scene without further interference.

Guided by some kind of Spiritual Intuition, he swiftly hunted down the anomalies that had emerged due to the “Red Moon” fluctuation.

Of course, more precisely, Colin just inexplicably felt…

There was something very ‘hot’ ahead, so he went over, which was not quite the same as his usual Spiritual Intuition.

“Speaking of which, a single fluctuation from ‘Red Moon’ seems to last no more than a second, yet affects almost half the world. What if it erupts? What then?” Colin wondered anxiously, feeling that if the Red Moon were to truly awaken, even a simple stretch would be enough to trigger an apocalyptic disaster in an instant.

‘Such a near-conceptual, high-dimensional existence, just by being, is incredibly dangerous…’ he sighed in his heart, suppressing his anxious thoughts. For now, other than trusting Xu Duojin’s assurance that this kind of disaster was currently under control, he had no other option.

His priority was to grow stronger quickly, strong enough to withstand anything…

Afterwards, he focused on clearing the various anomalies that had erupted that night, ensuring that he wouldn’t return from one trip to find his home no longer there.

The night passed swiftly…

By the next morning, after a busy night, Master Colin, following the mission schedule, set out a day early on the nineteenth to Bengkulu Bay and slowly approached the island where the Heretic was stationed, guided by his Spiritual Intuition.