Chapter 201

But when his field of vision expanded, he saw more police cars arriving, and officers pulling up warning lines to drive away irrelevant personnel.

They were very different from the police on ordinary days, surrounded by a black aura, full of oppression.

"Okay."

The reporter was very anxious and didn't want to argue with the person in front of him. After all, the other party could reasonably and legally empty their magazine at him.

"Here, what you want."

The officer took the press card, examined it for a while, looked up at the anxious reporter, and then returned the document to him.

"Okay, you can continue filming."

The reporter replied with an unchanged expression:

"Okay, thank you."

Inside, he was secretly cursing:

Shoot you, you sour radish, don't eat it.

In the ruins, where was that silent team?

The reporter took a deep breath, went around to another angle, bleeding for missing the news gimmick, while choosing a suitable angle to photograph the side of the broken wall.

The chaos outside the ruins was unbearable, and the part inside the ruins was even more appalling.

The area that should have been neat and orderly was left with only chaos and destruction, with fragments, broken equipment, and rubble scattered on the floor, messily piled into mountains.

The ceiling was roughly torn down, the lamps and ceiling fans were severely deformed due to high temperature, the hospital beds were left with only iron frames and melted plastic, and human-shaped charcoal was mixed with carbonized fibers.

The walls were crisscrossed with cracks, the tiles were blown into fragments, and snowflakes drifted in through the holes, landing on the ground that still had residual heat, and then melted.

Foundation members disguised as rescue personnel vigilantly checked every corner and every room, and only after confirming safety did they give gestures to let the follow-up personnel act.

This looked like a counter-terrorism operation or close-quarters combat, not a rescue operation.

In fact, it was exactly that.

For the Foundation members who came here.

Containing, controlling, and annihilating anomalies was the first priority; rescue was just something done along the way.

"Number one, number one, the Hume index is normal."

"Number two, number two, the Hume index is normal."

"Number zero, understood. Search of Area D complete."

They had made full psychological preparations before arriving, but the imagination in their minds was far less intense than the impact of reality.

An abnormal existence capable of causing an explosion of this magnitude could naturally send them to the sky.

Even if they brought Scranton Reality Anchors, they might be broken through by an extremely powerful abnormal existence.

This thing is not omnipotent.

"No survivors found..."

"No anomalies found."

"... ume index normal."

Time passed second by second.

The Foundation members still hadn't found anything.

In the past, this wouldn't have been a big deal.

But this explosion was too sensational, attracting the attention of the entire Federation.

Many media outlets had already produced front-page reports overnight and posted them on their websites, and more media were on the way.

Even if the O5 Council used their connections to forcibly suppress a part, there was still a remaining part to deal with.

The longer it dragged on, the more likely this team with strange personnel, quality, and equipment would be exposed to the spotlight.

This was something the Foundation could hardly bear, and even less willing to see.

The air was filled with smoke and suffocating gas, and the atmosphere here was equally oppressive, making people stop breathing.

Just at this moment.

A sharp siren sounded suddenly, piercing the dead silence of the scene.

"Beep beep beep!"

"Hume index abnormal!"

The spirit of all action personnel tightened at that moment.

Everyone raised their weapons and aimed at the area where the target might be.

An agent stepped forward cautiously, his eyes slowly adjusting the angle with his steps.

"It's here, it's here, the 'Witch Child' is here."

"I'm really afraid that the 'Witch Child' will suddenly use her abilities and kill everyone here... The power of the explosion just now was too great."

"Very curious, under what circumstances did she use her abilities... I don't know if there is an exemption for reality benders in the Foundation's regulations?"

0.........

"This probably doesn't exist. In order for humanity to survive, the Foundation has long since stopped talking about humanity."

"Understood, understood. For the sake of survival, abandon everything. There are not a few races in the universe that have made such choices, and not a few have been led astray by the 'Plague of Longevity'."

The answer the audience wanted was revealed soon.

Finally, when the agent carefully cleared away a stone slab, he discovered a miraculous scene.

In a room covered by ruins, there was an intact newborn incubator.

Not only were there no scratches on its surface, but there wasn't even a speck of dust, and it was still working normally when the Foundation members discovered it.

And inside, a baby girl was sleeping soundly, unaware of the tragedy outside.

Her face was filled with a peaceful smile, her small mouth slightly open, breathing gently, and occasionally making humming sounds.

The baby was wrapped in a soft quilt, rising and falling with her breathing, like an angel, warm and peaceful.

The agent aimed his device at her.

The next moment, the device on his wrist continued to wail.

"Oh, my God."

"... baby, a reality bender."

Subsequently, he connected to the communicator and said softly:

"All safe, over."

He held his breath, fearing that even breathing would disturb the other party.

Under the agent's gaze, the baby girl's small hands and feet curled to one side of her body, as if looking for a warm home.

The medical personnel who had been waiting outside for a long time were ready.

The moment the baby girl was brought out, they immediately stepped forward.

Carefully picking her up and pretending to check her physical condition.

Of course, they were also disguised Foundation members.

No one would want to let an innate reality bender grow up freely, whether it's the Foundation, the state government, the GOC, or others.

At that moment, cheers erupted at the scene.

The sound of shutters clicking was incessant, and the flashlights turned the place into broad daylight.

There was even a reporter who burst into tears in front of the camera, choking up, and had to hug the photographer for a while before recovering.

She was called the "child favored by miracles."

Because she was the only survivor.

This was considered God's favor upon her.

At this point, the picture began to fade out.

On the black background, white text slowly emerged.

【"SCP-239" soon attracted the attention of the Foundation after being born in ██, ██.】

【About three hours after the subject was born, ██ Hospital was destroyed by an unexplained explosion.】

【The press was told that this was caused by a gas leak.】

【A Foundation team was quickly dispatched to search for anomalies. The only survivor they found was "SCP-239."】

【For the next eight years, the subject grew up under the Foundation's care.】

— Author's Notes —

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