Chapter 214

At this moment on the light screen.

On Marion's right hand, she noticed that the assistant had silently placed the tablet on the table and was now pointing a gun at her head.

Marion shut her mouth. She stiffened in the chair for a while, letting her heartbeat, which was like a hummingbird's, slowly calm down, adapting to this sudden change.

"What do you want to do?"

She licked her lips, her hands gripping the armrests of the chair, her eyes staring tightly at the assistant in front of her.

But at this time, the assistant's gaze was very calm, as if this were a daily meeting procedure.

Perhaps it really is, for the people here.

"Who are you?"

O5-8 looked at her with a serious face and asked.

Hearing O5-8's question, Marion couldn't help but laugh out loud,

but in an instant, she changed the expression in her eyes, looking coldly at O5-8 and speaking slowly with an unfriendly tone.

"What? Do you know what you're saying? You actually don't know who I am?"

Although Marion is not a high-level official of the Foundation, she has worked for the Foundation for most of her life.

Most importantly, she is at least a mid-level leader of the Foundation.

As an O5 member, even if they haven't seen her, they must have heard her name.

But now he asks her who she is with such certainty? This made Marion's heart tighten.

"Let me put it another way."

Looking at Marion, who was looking at him coldly, O5-8 spread his hands and spoke slowly.

"Marion Wheeler, 49 years old, living with a loving husband and two sons. Hobbies are camping, hiking, and ornithology."

"An ordinary mother, whose background and economic income are perfect and impeccable within our checkable range."

"However, you have complete Foundation credentials in your hand, including permits to enter a series of facilities and rooms—some of which don't even exist!"

"Some were demolished decades ago—we never issued these credentials."

After a pause, O5-8's eyes gradually became cold.

The tone of his conversation with Marion also gradually became unfriendly.

"At least one of the facilities was never built, yet you have the key to the door there."

"But compared to your SCP access list, these are all minor matters. I have only one word to describe it: 'Appalling'!"

"So 417, you are a spy, your goal is to mislead us. Clay wanted to let Xi-3 deal with you, but I had a talk with him and finally convinced him."

"I think there's a slight possibility that if we lock you in an explosion-proof room and question you gently, you might be sensible enough to tell us 'the rest'."