Chapter 564

"It's not strange, right? Why not use starships if you have them?"

In the image, the mist flowed slowly in all directions, softly wrapping and infiltrating the straight white light fired by the searchlights, letting it disappear silently.

March 7th looked at the scene in the screen that was incredibly suitable for filming a thriller, and shivered in the place shrouded by sunlight:

"This fog looks ten parts suspicious, with nine parts being wrong."

Within the mist, something seemed to be flickering rapidly, incredibly similar to the flickering Yellowstone mountain range in the "Zero Point Event."

But no one could say clearly whether it was the "Reality Restructuring" caused by the fog, or the fog triggered by the "Reality Restructuring."

Now, Foundation agents must go to investigate to confirm, and only then could containment be completed.

Outside the cordon stood four fully armed agents, wearing all-black bodysuits, with reinforced armor on vital parts.

Daylight passed through the lush canopy high above, casting mottled pillars of light in the primeval forest, and before them was a thin layer of fog.

The morning sunlight was also lost within it, like a dreamlike fairyland, but it harbored unknown risks.

As the lens zoomed in, the audience also learned their identities from the nameplates on their chests.

The four agents' codenames were Horizon Swallow, Song Swallow, Flying Feather Swallow, and Blue Orchid Swallow.

They belonged to Mobile Task Force-Xinwei-10, "Swallow Kicking Flying Flowers."

As the captain of the Mobile Task Force, Tianya Yan did not doubt the danger of this operation.

He subconsciously felt his nerves tightening; the vast area shrouded by the fog was too different from the scene outside the great fog, like some obvious trap waiting for them to step into it.

"Communication check," he ordered.

"Received."

"Received."

"As always."

"We are approaching the target boundary, the surroundings are safe," Tianya Yan said.

"The fog is really thick," Lige Yan remarked with emotion.

Stretching out before them was a magnificent city wall made of fog; various component tests showed no abnormalities, yet this fog just wouldn't dissipate.

It didn't even follow its previous patterns anymore; after a whole night, not only did it not disappear, but it became even thicker.

Tianya Yan reported to Dr. Bright:

"Headquarters, we are preparing to enter 'SCP-C-2001'."

"Received. Good luck, Xinwei-10."

"Understood, Mobile Task Force-Xinwei-10 beginning operation."

They moved forward cautiously, passing through the dense forest and the eerie-atmosphered shrubbery, until they saw the outer wall of the building mentioned in the ancient report.

The four agents observed the surroundings cautiously, confirming that the communication channel was not subjected to any interference.

Only then did the team leader continue to report:

"We have reached the outside of the building and can carry out the mission at any time."

"Received, you may enter."

"Understood, beginning to use the cutting device now."

Tianya Yan looked at the three team members and made a few simple gestures, determining the division of labor for the few.

He and Lige Yan held rifles, guarding left and right, ready to attack at any time.

Flying Feather Swallow and Blue Orchid Swallow stepped forward, slung their half-person-high rifles behind their backs, and raised their arms to aim at the wall.

Immediately, bright yellow particle streams erupted from the devices slightly protruding from their wrists.

They drew two semicircles on the cement wall at the fastest speed and perfectly made them meet, cutting out a circular entrance.

Flying Feather Swallow turned off the device on his wrist and instead raised his gun to aim at the entrance, while Blue Orchid Swallow kicked hard, letting the internal structure of this mysterious building appear before everyone's eyes.

On the Xianzhou "Luo Fu," Kafka frowned:

"Individual particle beam weapons? Foundation agents are using this thing as a cutting tool?"

This was really a bit of a foul.

Even the combat personnel of the IPC were not equipped with such terrifying individual weapons.

Let alone being extravagant enough to use it as a guest-starring cutting machine.

In the image, what appeared before the agents was a pitch-black cavity.

There was no light source inside, and outside was the thick great fog; there was simply no way to see the situation inside with the naked eye alone.

"Turn on the headlamps, don't switch the tactical goggles to other modes yet, we're going in," Tianya Yan said.

Blue Orchid Swallow carried his gun and was the first to enter; just as he went in, the feeling under his feet was a bit wrong.

He looked down, and the entire surface of his shoe was almost buried in dust.

"The dust here is really thick."

It was hard to imagine how long this place had been abandoned.

It was even harder to imagine how much dust would be inhaled into the lungs if one hadn't worn a fully sealed combat suit to enter this place.

But the question followed:

Wasn't this place supposed to have appeared due to "Reality Restructuring"?

A trace of doubt also flashed in Tianya Yan's heart.

But the situation before him did not allow him to let his imagination run wild.

"Clear the floor of threats."

The team members responded and moved, carefully checking every corner.

The situation inside the building was a bit strange, as if everyone had vanished into thin air, leaving only the building.

Except for the thick accumulation of dust, there was nothing wrong here.

The corridor walls were still intact, files that hadn't been processed were piled on the desks, and opening the cabinets, one could still see yellowed paper.

A moment later, the Mobile Task Force gathered in the corridor.

"Safe," Lige Yan said. "This place looks like some kind of office building; the facilities are well-preserved, and so far, I haven't seen signs of violent damage."

Tianya Yan nodded; this was the same situation he had discovered.

"Are there any traces of survivors?" he asked.

Lige Yan shook his head:

"No, team leader. None at all, not even half a corpse."

"That's good news; perhaps they fled before the distortion occurred," Feiyu Yan said.

Blue Orchid Swallow speculated: "Or they went to other floors."

"That's not impossible. Has anyone checked the stairwell?" The team leader nodded gently and spoke in a deep voice.

"The stairwell is at the corner at the end of this corridor, and the door is locked," Feiyu Yan replied. "There are two elevators in the building, but the power supply is cut off, so they can't start normally."

"Good, let's go, to the stairwell."

They came to a spacious hall, where the steel door of the elevator shaft connecting to other floors of the building was closing quietly.

"This is it," Feiyu Yan said.

Blue Orchid Swallow walked to the elevator door, his legs exerted force suddenly, and with the help of the combat suit's auxiliary power, he kicked the heavy steel door off.

"Boom!"

The poor door smashed heavily into the depths of the elevator shaft.

Watching such a brutal way of opening the door, the audience fell into silence one after another.

"Is this probably what the Foundation calls 'efficient'?"

"Just say whether it's efficient or not, that's the end of it."

"I'm really worried that this elevator door is a monster mimic, just waiting for the agent to get close, and then swallow him up."

"No, the Foundation's starship is flying in the sky; if you encounter danger, just withdraw and call for support directly, wouldn't that be the end of it?"

"But this is 'Reality Restructuring'; can a starship really handle monsters in 'Reality Restructuring'? Last night's 'Zero Point Event' almost finished off the multiverse!"

"Safe," Blue Orchid Swallow said.

"It's really dark."

Lige Yan leaned out and illuminated the wall of the elevator shaft with his headlamp.

"Let me see, we are at B2... this is the second basement level, my god—"

Feiyu Yan saw some things that were even more worrying:

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