Chapter 344

But when his field of vision expanded, he saw more police cars rushing here, and police officers pulled up cordon lines to drive away irrelevant personnel.

They were very different from the police in their daily lives, surrounded by 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 the magazine at him.

"Here, what you want."

The police officer took the interview permit, looked at it for a while, looked up at the anxious reporter for a while, and then returned the document to him.

"Okay, you can continue filming."

The reporter replied with an unchanged expression:

"Okay, thank you."

In his heart, he was secretly scolding:

Shoot your sour radish, don't eat it.

In the ruins, where is that silent team?

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

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

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

The ceiling was rudely 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 wall cracks were crisscrossed, the tiles were blown into fragments, and the snowflakes drifted in through the holes, falling on the ground with residual temperature, and then melted.

The Foundation members disguised as rescue personnel vigilantly checked every corner and every room, and only after confirming safety did they make gestures to let subsequent personnel act.

This looked like a counter-terrorism operation, or close-quarters combat indoors, rather than a rescue operation.

In fact, it was exactly like that.

For the Foundation members who came here.

Containing, controlling, and annihilating anomalies is the first priority, and rescue is just a matter of convenience.

"Number one, number one, no abnormality in the Hume index."

"Number two, number two, no abnormality in the Hume index."

"Number zero understands, D area search completed."

Before they arrived, they had made sufficient psychological construction, but the imagination in their minds was far less violent than the impact of reality.

The abnormal existence that can trigger this level of explosion can naturally send them to the sky.

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

This thing is not omnipotent.

"No survivors found..."

"No abnormalities found."

"... Hume index no abnormality."

Time passed second by second.

Foundation members still found nothing.

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In the past, this was no 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 published them on the website, and more media were on the way.

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

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

This is something the Foundation cannot tolerate, 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.

The urgent alarm sounded suddenly, breaking the dead silence of the scene.

"Beep beep beep!"

"Hume index abnormality!"

The spirits of all action personnel tightened at that moment.

Everyone raised the weapons in their hands, aiming at the area where the target might be.

An agent walked up cautiously, his eyes slowly adjusting the angle with his steps.

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

"Really afraid that 'The Witch Child' will suddenly activate her ability and kill everyone here... The power of the explosion just now was too great."

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

0.........

"This is mostly non-existent. In order for humanity to survive, the Foundation has long since stopped talking about humanity."

"Understand, understand, in order to survive, abandon everything. There are not a few races in the universe that choose this way, and not a few are led astray by the 'Abundance'."

The answer the audience wanted was revealed soon.

Finally, when the agent carefully cleared 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 full of peaceful smiles, her little mouth was slightly open, breathing gently, and occasionally making humming sounds.

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

This agent aimed the device at her.

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

"Oh, my God."

"... A baby, a reality bender."

Subsequently, he connected to the communicator and said softly:

"Everything is safe, over."

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

Under the agent's gaze, the baby girl's little hands and feet curled up 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 picked her up and pretended to check her physical condition.

Of course, they were also disguised by 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 from the entire scene.

The sound of shutters clicking was endless, and the flashlights flashed the place into daylight.

There were even reporters who burst into tears in front of the camera, choking up, and had to hug the photographer for a while before they could recover.

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.

In the black background, white text slowly emerged.

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

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

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

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

【Over the next eight years, the subject grew up under the Foundation's upbringing.】 ===== CHAPTER 346 =====