Chapter 471

On the podium stood an old man.

Wearing a white lab coat, with silver hair, wrinkles carved on his forehead and cheeks, signaling the years he had spent with the Foundation.

Although he was old, his eyes were deep and bright; he tapped the blackboard, his gaze sweeping evenly over every young person in the classroom, and opened his mouth:

"Today, the content we are going to talk about is the Mobile Task Force—although it's called 'talking,' you only need to listen to this aspect, just know it."

"The vast majority of you, no, maybe everyone sitting here will not become a member of the Mobile Task Force."

"You might express disdain for my statement, thinking that I am belittling your abilities, not seeing your determination, and slighting your efforts."

"Even still holding a naive fantasy, thinking that you will definitely climb to a high position in the future, becoming a director of a certain site, a leader of a certain team, or a leader of a certain project."

"This is of course no problem!"

"Rather, the entire human civilization has developed to this day, relying on this kind of fantasy, this kind of common will that everyone naturally possesses!"

The old man paused slightly, his hands resting on the podium, like a lion crouching down, ready to rush toward the prey at any time, piercing his sharp teeth into the prey's flesh.

"If the Foundation is a rotten 'So-and-So Foundation' on the street, doing finance, doing charity, or whatever they love to do..."

He smiled, waving his hands exaggeratedly, seemingly having some opinions on the name "Foundation."

But I don't know if he has opinions on the name given by the Administrator, or if he has opinions on the many organizations called Foundations in the "daily" world.

"But, we are dealing with anomalies, living in the dark side of the world, and the set of rules in the surface world has become less useful here."

"I would like everyone to keep this in mind—"

"In the 'daily' world, as long as a nuclear war doesn't break out, there will always be someone to cover for your actions and decisions."

"But in the anomaly world, even if you call the O5 Council, or even the Administrator, the trouble you caused might still have no one to solve... or even trigger a world apocalypse!"

"You can of course climb up, be rated as a doctor, be a department director, a site director, or even an O5 councilor, all of which are fine... provided that you must ensure your ability matches that position."

"Otherwise, you are a fame-seeking person, here to play the bamboo pole climbing game at the Foundation, rather than fighting anomalies and protecting the survival of human civilization!"

"If someone sitting here really has this idea, I suggest you come to me privately, I will help you apply for memory erasure, and apply for a compensation, so you can return to the 'daily' world with peace of mind."

After saying a long string of words, the old man's throat was also a bit dry.

He picked up the thermos cup on the table, smelled the rich wine aroma inside, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then, he told a piece of news that made all the young people change color.

"I think everyone sitting here has heard of this more or less."

"In an operation a few days ago, Mobile Task Force Epsilon-13 'Bright Destiny'..."

"Almost wiped out, sixteen agents died in a parallel world, including two captains who served the Foundation for most of their lives, and fourteen agents who worked at the Foundation for more than ten years."

Dead silence.

After I don't know how long, the old man smiled softly and broke the silence:

"If one day in the future, one of you really becomes a member of the Mobile Task Force, I will give you a gift."

After confirming the reaction of the newcomers, the old man turned around and took a step forward, bent his fingers and tapped on the screen.

"Okay, nonsense ends here, it's time to enter the theme."

Xianzhou "Luo Fu," in the Divine Strategy Mansion.

A breeze blew, a simulated sky slowly rose with a morning sun, wind chimes rang crisply, and a group of sparrows landed on Jing Yuan's head.

"This old gentleman must be good for those staff members, but... is it necessary to say it so heavily?"

Yanqing muttered.

"Letting them feel the difficulties in the process of practice, rather than verbal intimidation, should be better..."

Jing Yuan was noncommittal about this, he just shook his head, sighed, picked up a sparrow that always wanted to pluck his hair, held it in his hand, and scratched its feathers with his fingertips.

"This right and wrong is naturally not judged by us, but endorsed by the 'daily' world protected by the Foundation."

He stood up slowly, looking at the screen bathed in sunlight and mist outside the sky, and the rolling clouds in the distance.

"At least, if scared away by this level of preaching, he is probably really not suitable to serve the Foundation—if the Cloud Knights don't even dare to fight the enemy, would you think he is suitable to continue staying in the Cloud Knights?"

And on the other side of the Xianzhou "Luo Fu," "Blade" also slowly woke up.

After waking up, he looked around and confirmed that he was still in the prison, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Dan Heng..."

"Blade" had to admit that Dan Heng's changes were a bit big.

Not to mention where his strange long spear came from.

· ·Ask for flowers··· 0

Just showing the appearance of "High-Cloud Quintet Imbibitor Lunae" actively already made "Blade" feel very surprised.

Recalling the power Dan Heng displayed in the dream, and the inexplicable "spear to the face" at the end.

"Blade" only felt his face was aching faintly.

"Unknown change... that should be the person whose fate Elio cannot see..."

Now "Blade" was a bit worried, what if Dan Heng really "accidentally" killed him.

What should he do.

He subconsciously looked up, looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle, but only saw cold iron bars, and a prison that couldn't see the clouds and sky.

The second day of not being able to see the Foundation's live stream, continue to miss it.

Meanwhile, on the light screen.

Lines of text appeared in the projection, and the old man pointed with a laser pointer, explaining.

【Mobile Task Force (MTF)】

【Is an elite unit composed of personnel drawn from various departments of the Foundation. Represents the "elite of the elite" in the Foundation.】

【Mobilized to handle special threats or situations that sometimes exceed the processing capacity or professional scope of ordinary field personnel.】

【The scale, composition, and goals of the Mobile Task Force vary.】

【A battalion-sized combat task force is trained to deal with highly aggressive individuals, may contain hundreds of soldiers and support personnel, vehicles, and equipment, and can be deployed globally in whole or in part to handle threats.】

【Despite this, not all Mobile Task Forces are combat-oriented; a small, professional intelligence search or investigation task force may be less than ten people if its scale is considered sufficient to complete their mission.】

0..........

【When on field duty, task force members often disguise themselves as local emergency responders, local or federal law enforcement, or military personnel in the area of operation.】

As text constantly appeared in the projection, the young people wrote furiously, copying important content with their respective shorthand methods.

The old man was not surprised by this, but directly switched the screen, and incidentally reiterated it again:

"No need to take notes, no need to remember, just look at it once and forget it."

"You only need to remember that when an anomaly occurs in the future, the highest officer responsible for coordinating all parties at the scene is a colleague of the task force."

Listening to the old man's words, the viewers also remembered the Foundation's shielding work on anomaly information on Jarilo-VI.

They were originally curious about how this skill was learned.

Now there is an answer; before the mother civilization entered the interstellar space, they had already mastered this set.

Handling a Jarilo-VI is not as easy as picking it up.

【Organization】

【In order to best achieve its intended goals, the basic structure of different Mobile Task Forces will vary greatly.】

【Combat task forces are very similar to military hierarchies and organizations, while smaller units may have informal or other classified chains of command.】

【The commander of a large task force may focus on maintaining multiple teams and deploying them to their respective assigned operations.】

【Commanders of small teams may deploy to locations with their groups and direct operations on the scene.】

"Just like the sixteen agents who died not long ago."

The Foundation seems to have no taboo about the dead.

"Agent Juno was the leader of a four-person team;"

"Agent Roy was the leader of a twelve-person team."

"The two agents were deployed directly to 'SCP-2935' by the O5 and directed on the scene."

【Establishment】

【Task force directors propose the formation when needed, usually requiring the direct approval of one or more O5 Council members.】

【Dissolution】

【A Mobile Task Force for containing a specific anomaly is generally dissolved after the recovery operation is over, or when ongoing containment is deemed unnecessary.】

【Occasionally, the task force may be retained if its expertise and experience are deemed useful in future incidents, but in other cases, the task force will be dissolved and its members will return to their previous posts.】