SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 705 - 705 512 The Furious Fisherman._3

Chapter 705: Chapter 512: The Furious “Fisherman”._3 Chapter 705: Chapter 512: The Furious “Fisherman”._3 Passing through a small market, Colin couldn’t help but click his tongue twice.

If this were back home, the prices would surely be several times higher…

But before he could take a closer look, he abruptly sensed something, his gaze shifting through the crowd until it finally settled on a middle-aged, plump woman with dark skin and a bald head, covered in large, odd tattoos of lightning, ocean storms, and other symbolic patterns.

Some stationed personnel, upon seeing her, betrayed a hint of fear in their eyes, then stepped aside, not daring to block her way.

It was as if they were avoiding something.

Colin also noticed that on this woman, there was a faint hint of an abnormal presence…

This presence was somewhat similar to that “squatting toilet, octopus head” statue he had seen not long ago.

Colin immediately restrained his thoughts, held his breath, and quietly followed her.

The woman, carrying a basket of groceries, walked towards the edge of the small city and directly into a wetland forest, where, despite being somewhat overweight, she moved through as swiftly as a catfish.

Shortly after, Colin saw some ruined military facilities.

And from this place, that statue-like aura spread faintly in the air…

He stopped his footsteps, didn’t continue tracking her, and then seemed to sense something, looking to the other side and quickly flew over.

Not far from here, there was a group of light-skinned armed personnel in tight outfits, about thirty-something people…

“Remember, at three o’clock in the afternoon, just rush in, destroy all the ceremonial arrangements, then retrieve the Containment Subject that sank nearby all those years ago and return, still several hours left…”

“Mike, you dress up a bit later, disguise yourself as a Believer, take this chance to go in as an investor, and get the lay of the land…”

The white commander was issuing orders to a yellow-skinned man beside him, but before he could finish, his body suddenly shuddered, feeling a weight on his shoulder as a hand laid upon him.

He turned immediately, and there was a man in casual clothing and flip-flops beside him, one hand on his shoulder.

What horrified him even more was that, despite his near-Eighth Level combatant strength, at this very moment, he was pinned down by some force, unable to move an inch…

Not just him, everyone present was under a strong suppression, immobilized.

“Although I don’t know what you plan to retrieve, for now, I hope you don’t disrupt my plans,”

Colin spoke softly to them, “Understand?”

The team leader attempted to struggle, showing an unyielding spirit, but recognizing the gap between him and Colin, he still nodded:

“Okay.”

In his eyes, this suddenly appearing man must be some powerful Heretic evildoer.

He might not be bloodthirsty, but he was definitely no good person!

“That’s good.”

Colin nodded, his gaze turning towards the abandoned military base overgrown with wild grass and painted with various strange patterns.

Among them, many Believers were worshipping a “Buddha Statue” dressed in a monk’s robe but with an octopus head.

This statue, unlike the ‘squatting toilet’ posture, had a similar aura.

It was almost certain that this was the destination…

And the mission required waiting for them to conduct the ritual and open the passage before acting; before that, not only could Colin not disrupt it, he even had to protect its successful progression, otherwise there was no way to keep an ace up his sleeve for that “South Sea Bodhisattva.”

Meanwhile, after seeing Colin “relax,” the white man quickly made some sort of spiritual contact with his superiors in his mind.

He briefly explained that he had encountered a powerful Heretic and requested support.

The light-skinned squad leader didn’t have much faith in the reinforcements, just wanting to get the message out to inform others of the situation here.

His submission was merely to convey the intelligence about this location, to avoid fatal errors in follow-up.

However, to his surprise, there was actually a response for support from the other end…

“Conveniently, we just learned that a very powerful agent of ours seems to have landed on the island. With his strength, as long as you make a call, in ten seconds, he can save you all.”

“Thank you!”

The white man glanced at the man beside him, took a deep breath, and, feeling that with his near-Eighth Level strength, he should be able to last ten seconds.

After receiving a set of special codes from the transmission, he immediately dialed using the most advanced tactical helmet with a brain wave interface, then braced for protection…

Ten seconds! All he needed was ten seconds!

He thought this, but suddenly realized that the “support” didn’t even seem to need ten seconds.

Because in the next second…

The phone in the right pocket of that strange man’s shorts buzzed with a vibration.

“Hello, who’s there?”

The man pulled out the phone and put it to his ear while keeping his eyes on the abandoned military facility.