Chapter 726

The psychopaths started acting again—ever since they faithfully and efficiently executed the orders of 'SCP-3999', the audience's attention to them was almost as much as to Taloran and 3999.

On the 'Foundation Big Game' forum, many professionals engaged in criminal investigation, special operations, etc., appeared to analyze the actions of the Foundation agents.

By the way, they compared the agents of the present world with the work, task nature, and mental pressure of the Foundation agents at that time, in order to defend the agents of various civilizations.

Lest the masses really think that people who can become agents must at least be mild psychopaths~.

However, these posts were soon covered up by new content.

Once again.

The Foundation's agents showed the audience their superb assassination skills.

Not only the employees within the site, but also project supervisors, security personnel, and even the Mobile Task Force stationed here, and even the Site Director.

Were also stabbed through from back to front.

This middle-aged man, who had always remained loyal to the Foundation, to the Overseer Council, and to human civilization, and had no illegal or undisciplined behavior.

His eyes widened, reflecting the last trace of helplessness and astonishment in his pupils.

He tried to support his body, which had already lost control, his arms weakly braced against the edge of the table, seemingly wanting to rely on it to find the last bit of strength to support his life.

In vain.

The man's body fell with a thud, blood gushing from the wound in his throat, flowing on the pure white floor tiles.

The attachment to life and the fear of death solidified into the instinctive trembling of his lips, saying goodbye to life.

Carrying a life story that had been mediocre for a lifetime, it thus fell behind the curtain in the words of an author, an upper-level narrator.

"Sigh... this supervisor truly suffered an unprovoked disaster; he clearly had no personal friendship with Taloran, yet he was also included in the scope of elimination by 'SCP-3999'."

"3999 wants to extinguish the thought of living, so it executes Taloran's relatives... I can understand the logic in this, but why attack the Foundation staff? Could it be that their status in Taloran's heart is higher than his relatives???"

"Colleagues, it's enough to have a few good relationships; in short, it's impossible to compare with the importance of family... unless he had an office romance."

"The pattern of thinking about the problem is too small; to 3999, is there any essential difference between killing Taloran's family and killing millions of people? 3999 is clearly expanding the scope of damage, wanting to see if Taloran will collapse again."

"Is 3999 attacking Taloran's weaknesses relentlessly?"

"It's too f*cking terrifying; unable to live, unable to die, being treated as a toy, a sturdy and durable punching bag, played with over and over again..."

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Watching his former colleagues, one after another, either falling in a pool of blood, or being stabbed through the body, or having their spines broken, or being poisoned to death.

Taloran's reaction was obviously much weaker.

Others might suspect that he was really too tired, his energy completely exhausted, and he could no longer react to external stimuli;

Perhaps they would guess that his spirit had reached a critical point, like a glass bottle full of cracks, and with a little more force, it would explode and shatter all over the floor.

But Taloran was clearer than ever, and even felt he was much better.

Every death, every bit of unwillingness, was like a sharp blade, carving unhealable scars deep in his heart.

The once hot emotions seemed to have been replaced by numbness, and his heart gradually turned cold in this nightmare.

Taloran raised his eyes slightly, looking at the screen that 3999 had prepared for him again.

He seemed to have really lost everything; everything except himself had been messed up.

No... even he himself, his inner self, had been invaded by the unspeakable, and had also become unrecognizable.

He desperately longed to escape this never-ending nightmare and find a peaceful corner, even if it was just an illusory fantasy.