SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 706 - 706 513 Keeping Ones Cards Close to the

Chapter 706: Chapter 513 Keeping One’s Cards Close to the Chest!_1 Chapter 706: Chapter 513 Keeping One’s Cards Close to the Chest!_1 “I need assistance…”

Clutching the cell phone in his hand, Colin heard not a human voice on the other end, but an electronic synthesized one.

He hadn’t used any shielding, so despite the very low volume of the sound coming from the phone…

the group behind him, all far more perceptive than ordinary people, could hear it clearly.

Especially the white squad leader, who upon hearing his own message, edited by consciousness, couldn’t stop his pupils from violently shaking.

He had reported upward, how could it be that the other party had answered the call?

For him, the situation was akin to encountering evil forces while stepping outside, secretly calling the police, only to have the phone of the robber ring.

What was left was just embarrassment…

Immediately, he couldn’t help but wonder if the incredibly strong ally had been killed?

But he quickly dismissed the thought.

He was one of the elite among Level Seven Officials, described as super-strong, perhaps close to Level Nine personnel; how could such a person be taken out silently and instantly?

So it was very likely a misunderstanding…

Fortunately, it seemed the other party did not know it was he who had made the call…

“What, you need assistance?”

As he was thinking this, the young man in front of him abruptly turned his head to look at him: “Assistance with what?”

Colin suddenly appeared beside him, hand resting on his shoulder; he also didn’t seem to detect anywhere in need of assistance, did he?

“There’s a certain probability that he has misunderstood your purpose.” The Little Maid’s reminder rang in his ears.

It was she who had intercepted the phone signal source and informed Colin that the person “needing assistance” was just behind them…

As the Little Maid’s voice faded, Colin indeed saw the white squad leader offering an awkward yet polite smile, his eyes filled with a flicker of panic as he tried to explain the situation.

They were still very afraid of this formidable presence who could appear unnoticed and suppress everyone in the vicinity…

Especially with higher-ranking personnel being notoriously volatile, it was entirely possible that because of such a small misunderstanding, they would all be killed.

If that were the case…

Great Britain would likely only have two reactions: one, to strongly condemn the other party for the use of terrifying weapons that caused their personnel’s deaths, and to declare the sending of higher-order Extraordinary Ones for punishment, demanding the place they represented pay the price; but this situation generally occurs if the man in question was only Level Seven or below.

Two, he would be honored for dying in battle against Heretic Believers, and all would be well with the other side, because they truly possessed terrifying weapons…

From the looks of it, the second possibility was very likely; the other side indeed had terrifying weapons!

Every person above Eighth Level, including those at Eighth Level, begins to possess a certain strategic value in this world.

And regardless of which of the above, he was doomed!

Thinking about this, he profoundly regretted making the call for assistance, as his speech became somewhat tremulous:

“I, I’m sorry…”

“All right, stop there, I understand.”

Colin waved his hand, not understanding why the man seemed inexplicably fearful; he wasn’t a bad person after all.

But, without paying much attention to that, he continued his observation.

At the small military base in the distance, those Heretic Followers appeared to be worshipping a Buddha-like, octopus-headed figure, shouting things like “May the winds be favorable and the rains timely.”

Some people around them were continuously smearing bright red blood all around, drawing strange and eerily complex Futharks, meaning they were likely setting up the ritual site; so much so that one could smell the blood even from far away…

“The Believers seem to have no real strength, all of them ordinary people, but a little deeper inside that bunker over there, there seem to be some individuals whose strength doesn’t exceed Official Level Six…”

Colin leapt onto the wetland forest canopy, secretly observing and gathering information.

If he wanted, he could simply throw a fireball over there and everyone present, including those Extraordinary Ones in the bunker, would be incinerated…

But, the mission required him to let them open the passageway and successfully conduct the ritual.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to deliver the package…

That’s why, before this, upon seeing this white squad, he had to come prevent any accidents from occurring.

“Speaking of which, do you have other people here?”

Colin leapt down from the canopy, landing silently, and casually asked those beside him.

“Yes, apart from us, there are a few response teams, some armed boats, and also a submarine…”

“Wow, quite a lot of people.”

Colin was surprised, because in order to remain covert, he had shielded his light, which meant there were some things he wasn’t very clear about.

“Do you understand what’s going on here? Also, what are you here to do?” he continued to inquire. The man hesitated for a few seconds before finally explaining the situation.

They had been lurking in this place for over half a month, aiming to retrieve a key item from various war reparation artifacts received from a certain country during a war a hundred years ago…

At that time, a warship had sunk near an island.

With so many years having passed, they hadn’t considered recovering it, thinking that the ship, mainly filled with antiques, probably had rotted away.

But in recent years, with the resurgence of many strange phenomena.

An object up there caught their attention…

At this, the squad leader paused for a moment, looking at Colin with a touch of awe.

He wasn’t sure if it was just an illusion, but when mentioning the war reparation artifacts, he suddenly felt an overwhelming pressure, as if he was about to suffocate.

Thankfully, this sensation only lasted a moment, appearing to be merely an illusion.