Chapter 205

If his eyes were red, it would perfectly fit the vampire image in the story.

"SCP-083-D."

Before long, the door opened.

Walking in was a man in a white research robe, who brought in a folding table and two chairs.

Dr. Kondraki.

He wore a director's cap, his hair was very wild, stubbornly sticking out from behind the hat and neck.

His temperament didn't have much to do with a doctor; he was more like a war correspondent, a Foundation photographer. ①

He put the three things down and sat on one of the chairs. 0

Afterwards, he crossed his arms over his chest, his gaze casually examining the decor in the room. 0

It seemed he was the master here, and "SCP-083" was just a tenant. ①

"Hmm, really a nice place. They treat you quite well, Duke; this is exactly the same as what's written in Bram Stoker's novel."6

"SCP-083" pulled the chair and sat opposite him, not angry. 7

"Well, it seems I must have done something recently... you know, I don't think I've seen you in Site-19."1

"Yes, of course you haven't seen me. Now, let's continue the interview immediately; I have more important things to do than chat with a vampire."0

"Hahaha, hehehe—"5

"SCP-083" laughed for a while. 5

"I didn't restrict your menu, did I? Besides, I requested this interview; you should know that I always get what I want here."

"SCP-083" carried a hint of threat in its words and began to show off its status at this site.

This vampire really seemed to think of itself as a duke.

Dr. Kondraki was too lazy to care what this vampire was thinking.

Because it was about to die.

"Yes, yes. Although I remember you wanted a woman, I hope you're not too disappointed, Count."

Saying this, Dr. Kondraki lit a cigarette and took out a container filled with liquid that had been specially treated.

In the report before the execution, he didn't explain it in detail on the grounds of confidentiality.

"SCP-083's" expression was slightly displeased:

"I can't say I'm happy to get a rude human like you, especially after I've tasted the flavor of a beautiful girl."

"But don't worry, after we're done, Miss ██ will satisfy me."

Dr. Kondraki unscrewed the container lid and placed it on the edge of the table.

"SCP-083" shrank its body and leaned away from the container.

It seemed its taste was very special.

Next, Agent Infred stepped forward to search Dr. Kondraki and found a pistol.

The agent put the pistol into a transparent plastic bag:

"Sorry sir, this is unauthorized."

"Well, whatever. So, why don't you tell me about yourself, little Dracula?"

"... Are you a mysterious dark force that tortures the human soul? Or just a spoiled brat playing vampire games?"

"SCP-083" was like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately losing its good expression:

"I don't think I like your attitude, or your lack of upbringing."

Facing "SCP-083's" anger, Dr. Kondraki's choice was—

Blowing second-hand smoke at it.

"Interesting, I don't care what you think."

Before the words fell.

Dr. Kondraki suddenly attacked.

He grabbed the container with one hand and splashed the liquid inside at the vampire.

In an instant, the vampire was covered in a yellow liquid.

The yellow liquid didn't look like anything good, and the smell was rich.

At least it was related to one of "shit, piss, or fart."

The yellow liquid flowed down the vampire's gorgeous coat to the floor of the room, incidentally washing away its disguise of elegance, dignity, etc.

Now, in front of Dr. Kondraki, there was only a dirty vampire, no duke.

"SCP-083" wiped its face with its fingers, looking at the liquid on its hand in disbelief, showing a quite disgusted and angry expression.

"You... what the fuck did you splash on me?"

This human!

This human!

How dare he!!!

"Cat urine and garlic juice, Bat Boy, with a bit of silver nitrate mixed in."

Dr. Kondraki kicked the vampire, knocking it and the chair to the ground.

Next, taking advantage of the fact that the other party hadn't reacted, Dr. Kondraki flipped the folding table and smashed it on the other party.

And pulled a pistol from behind, pulled the hammer with the help of his belt, relied on intuition and experience, instantly completed the aim, and pulled the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

One silver-white bullet after another flew out, piercing the vampire's neck, breaking its cervical spine, opening its chest cavity, causing its roaring sound to drop rapidly, the strength of its resistance to gradually weaken, and it lay quietly on the ground.

Lying in a mixture of cat urine, garlic juice, blood, and wood chips.

After firing seven shots in a row, Dr. Kondraki threw the pistol aside, then took a wooden stake from his lab coat.

In the other party's desperate eyes.

He smashed it into the vampire's heart!

Red blood surged, flowing out along the edge of the wooden stake, dirtying Dr. Kondraki's hands and sleeves.

Finally, Dr. Kondraki wiped the sweat from his forehead, shook his hands, wiped the bloodstains on his white lab coat, both satisfied and regretful:

"I have to cross these off my 'Things I Must Do Once in My Life' list."

Watching Dr. Kondraki's smooth execution process, the audience's emotions and blood were instantly ignited.

"Damn, Dr. Kondraki's combat power is off the charts!"

"The power of the Four Doctors of the Apocalypse is breaking through the sky!"

"Is this really a Foundation researcher, not some agent or assassin?"

"Got it, as a Foundation researcher, one of the compulsory courses is to let the containment object know what respect is through physical means."

"No, Dr. Kondraki's combo was too good, but why would they say his actions were reckless and caused quite serious losses?"

Xianzhou "Luo Fu," Divine Strategy mansion.

Jing Yuan savored Dr. Kondraki's combo and looked at Yanqing:

"Yanqing, just practicing swords isn't enough; as for what to do, you can learn from Dr. Kondraki."

"Learn his use of various props in the environment, and how to paralyze the opponent."

Somehow, an image of a black-haired person suddenly appeared in Yanqing's mind.

The other party jumped around in a narrow alley, skillfully turning everything they saw into their own weapon, adjusting their position, dodging attacks, hitting the opponent...

"Yes! General!"

However, the scene changed, and everyone was stunned.

Just when everyone thought Dr. Kondraki had won a complete victory.

When he was invincible.

The surveillance screen came to a long, narrow corridor.

A man in white clothes with large bloodstains on his body was running wildly in front.

Who else could it be but Dr. Kondraki?

And behind him followed "SCP-083," who should have been dead.

The veins on the vampire's forehead bulged, its face distorted, and that kind of wild rage overflowed the screen.

He chased, he fled, he couldn't escape!