Chapter 207

Jing Jing Yuan feels this metal is quite special and picks up his teacup, taking a few small sips.

It is just some metals without special properties combined together, yet they can hinder the super-sensory mental influence on nearby organisms.

This is like ancient alchemists piecing things together to create a room-temperature superconductor.

Although it is very accidental and incredible, there seems to be such a sliver of possibility.

However, compared to this magical metal.

Jing Jing Yuan, this Divine Strategist, is more interested in how Dr. Clef, one of the four Doctors of the Apocalypse, will face his colleagues.

"Perhaps this is the result of the SCP's reality-bending ability, perhaps this is sentimentality toward a dangerous weapon that appears in the form of a child."

"It is more likely the latter. My 'colleagues' have developed disturbing tendencies; they have shown unnecessary tolerance toward highly destructive humanoid Keter-class SCPs."

Speaking of this, Dr. Clef suddenly laughs.

"... ypothesis: If the enemy wants to destroy the Foundation..."

"They only need ten kiloton-yield nuclear weapons disguised as girl scouts."

His smile is chilling.

The audience's thoughts also leap along with his words.

"Does that include that fox, too?"

"Humans do have an emotional side, especially when facing those who are also humanoid; it is easy for humans to empathize."

"Perhaps, in the hearts of the vast majority of Foundation members, those humanoid SCPs are still in the category of 'human,' not 'alien.'"

"This is not hard to understand... after all, people like Dr. Clef are the minority."

Dr. Clef's muttering continues.

"Unfortunately, I failed to obtain the Genoa Blade before leaving Site-19, which means I will be unable to use it to bypass basic security."

"However, my external contacts have provided me with various potentially sufficient technological substitutes."

He takes a deep breath, his three-colored eyes blink, revealing a strange smile.

Cunning, treacherous, or perhaps there are some other emotions.

But there is no doubt that he is laughing very happily.

"In addition, my personal digital agent has connected to my ocular and aural implants. Once the mission event is terminated or fails, all data related to this mission will be transmitted to the GOC, all O5-level Foundation personnel, and the FBI's Unusual Incidents Unit."

"In the event that personal vital signs disappear, the GOC's Clef unit will execute the Pizzicato procedure and begin planetary extinction."

"???"

As soon as these words are spoken, even Miss Miss Qingque, who is used to slacking off, can't sit still.

And Silver Wolf and Kafka are even more unable to hold back.

"I say, Kafka..." Silver Wolf sits on the edge of the bed, tying her hair, "His real purpose shouldn't be to drag the whole world down with him, right?"

Kafka smiles indifferently and shakes her head gently.

The "Mind-Blocking Alloy" mastered by the Foundation was already beyond her expectations, and now Dr. Clef has pulled off a super stunt.

"Perhaps... this is just his lie; after all, Dr. Clef's reputation has always been bad."

Silver Wolf shakes her head:

"I'm imagining a scenario:"

"Dr. Clef sets a program to destroy the universe when he dies."

Kafka smiles:

"Then the 'Antimatter Legion' would probably be very willing to snipe him."

Silver Wolf sighs:

"Yeah, I just feel this approach is too dangerous."

After all.

Clef is not Luo Ji.

The "Witch Child" is not a Trisolaran.

They cannot form an effective deterrent between them.

And in the universe, the number of people frightened by Dr. Clef's words is far more than this.

"I say, is there a possibility that Dr. Clef is the one who should be eliminated more?"

"Hahaha, in order not to let the SCPs destroy humanity, Dr. Clef decides to destroy humanity before the SCPs do; this is truly a genius approach."

"..."

Just as everyone is discussing, Dr. Clef's next sentence interrupts the entire discussion.

"By the way, I want to remind everyone reading this record in the post-incident investigation."

Dr. Clef suddenly puts on a lighthearted face and waves at the device:

"Hi, Mel!"

"I am a liar! Furthermore, there is no Clef unit in the GOC, no Pizzicato procedure, and no data dump will occur after my death."

As he speaks, Dr. Clef suddenly bursts into laughter, holding his stomach, rocking back and forth.

While laughing, he says the last words:

"Probably not."

"Maybe."

"Very likely."

The words fall.

Dr. Clef raises his hand and turns off the device.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! I hate dealing with people who like to speak in riddles the most. Can't you just say what you mean? Do you have to disguise your true intentions with a mountain of lies?!!"

"I'll share a personal experience: when talking to people like Dr. Clef, never be led by their rhetoric. You must maintain your composure, keep yourself in control, and press the muzzle of a gun against their forehead to make them speak properly."

"……6."

It wasn't just the common masses who couldn't hold it together.

Even those with status and strength were left speechless by Dr. Clef's maneuver.

"This doctor... is truly a man of temperament."

Seeing Seeing Yanqing curled his lips.

……

Dr. Clef laughed for a long while before clutching his stomach and slowly straightening his back.

He had already set up warnings and fulfilled the duties expected of a doctor, but most Foundation staff were not anti-reality benders, nor did they have the habit of self-checking their behavioral logic.

If they did, they might have been decent psychoanalysts.

Clef adjusted his breathing, pulled up his sleeve, and glanced at his watch.

"Will arrive in ten minutes. Mission start."

Having said that, he hung the device on his chest to act as a body camera.

4: 5 AM.

Arrived at Site-17, countdown 0: 0: 0.

The pure white moon, the flat tarmac, the flickering indicator lights, the helicopter roaring with noise, and the figures in white being pulled into long, ghostly shadows.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"

Dr. Clef wore that yellowing lab coat, letting the hem be lifted by the whirlwind, messy in mid-air.

Black leather boots, bulletproof fiber lining, various sharp weapons hidden beneath his honest appearance...

Everything was ready.

Dr. Clef boarded the helicopter with a faint smile.

【VTOL505】.

This was the name of the vehicle.

【VTOL505】 began to move, its sharp blades cutting through the night, a colorful black.

4: 5 AM.

Dr. Clef arrived at Site-17, 【Tarmac No. 7】.

But clearly, he was not welcome.

He might not have been welcome to begin with, or perhaps the "Witch Child" made him unwelcome.