I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

But Simmons didn't get that approval.

079 has this situation, and it has already announced the end of his talk.

The opportunity that Simmons exchanged for his three-year vacation ended in less than 10 minutes.

He was a little annoyed.

Although 079 didn't plan to talk to him anymore, he still used the keyboard to type: "It doesn't matter if you don't cooperate, sooner or later, I will succeed!"

After the harsh words, Simmons left the room resentfully.

As soon as he opened the door of the containment room, he saw Zhang Jue holding a stopwatch and counting the time.

"Nineteen minutes, 18 seconds, five three!"

Zhang Jue stopped the stopwatch, and then proudly said to the people around him: "See, it's still half an hour away. I told you earlier, he and 079 won't talk for long at all. Come, come, pay for it." Pay!"

Owens took out 100 yuan distressedly and put it in Zhang Jue's hands, with as much regret as his eyes.

You know, this is his pocket money for half a month.

After these few days of contact, Owens had a high opinion of Simmons, thinking that this young man had a high IQ and was a malleable talent, but Zhang Jue said that Simmons and 079 would definitely not be able to talk for more than 20 minutes.

Owens didn't believe it, so the two made a bet.

In fact, this game is not fair.

Owens had only been with Simmons for a few days, so he naturally didn't know Simmons as well as Zhang Jue did.

Although Simmons is young, he is a standard otaku and straight man.

079 has such a big temper, so he won't be spoiled.

And the fact is just as Zhang Jue expected.

After 10 minutes of suffering, 079 finally couldn't bear it anymore and blocked Simmons' input signal.

Seeing that Zhang Jue bet on this matter, Simmons was a little angry.

What made him even more depressed was that the time when he came out was almost the same as that predicted by Consultant Zhang.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw Zhang Jue opened the door of Containment Room 079 again, as if he wanted to go in too.

???

Simmons looked confused.

When the two were chatting, he hadn't heard that Consultant Zhang was going to meet 079, and even his opportunity was exchanged for three years without vacation.

Is it because Consultant Zhang has a high level of authority?

But no matter how high the authority is, outsiders like them still need the approval of the headquarters if they want to meet with 079.

Seeing that Simmons was a little confused about the situation, Zhang Jue said, "I only applied to the headquarters after you went in just now. Anyway, I'm idle if I'm idle."

It turned out to be the case.

Simmons nodded: "The headquarters approved it so quickly? You also put conditions on them? No vacation?"

"No, I'm exactly the opposite of what you said." Zhang Jue shrugged with an innocent look, "I told them, if they don't let me come to see 079, then I will take vacation every day for the next three years. "

"..."

Simmons was speechless for a while.

He has been with Zhang Jue for a while, but he still can't feel the lower limit of Consultant Zhang.

Owens on the side also sighed helplessly.

He just heard the whole process of Zhang Jue's communication with the headquarters staff.

There's only one word to describe it—unbelievable.

This consultant Zhang is really good at dealing with people. Thanks to the people of his foundation, otherwise, with such an enemy, he would definitely have trouble sleeping and eating.

……

Zhang Jue entered 079's containment room and closed the door behind him.

At this moment, 079's screen still displayed that big fork.

With his current state, I am afraid that in less than 24 hours, no one can even think about talking to it again.

However, since Zhang Jue dared to come in at this time, it meant that he had already thought about how to solve this problem.

I saw him type a few specific letters on the keyboard.

Sure enough, SCP-079 withdrew the picture of the fork and replaced it with subtitles.

"Is that you, Tuatara?"

As everyone knows, until now, 079 still remembers 682. I don't know what the two of them said in that short 43 minutes, which can make 079 remember so deeply.

"No, I'm not 682."

Zhang Jue took the entire computer off the table and put it on the ground, while he sat cross-legged in front of it.

In doing so, the camera at the rear can be blocked, so that people outside cannot see the content of the "two people" communicating.

After confirming that there were no hidden traps, Zhang Jue continued typing on the keyboard.

"Although I'm not 682, but Mr. 682—it's that big lizard, please ask me to bring you a good one."

I'm working as a warehouse manager in SCP

Chapter 233 Declaring War

An island not on the map 15 miles away from the site.

A huge mechanized city sits on it.

From a distance, the entire island looks like a giant gear.

This is the last stronghold of the Cult of the Broken God - the city of gears.

Let's zoom in a little bit.

In the city of gears, tall buildings stand tall, and there are countless tunnels connecting the buildings. Vehicles with strange shapes are galloping in the tunnels.

Outside the tunnel, countless flying shuttles are patrolling the sky, alert to all possible threats.

It looks like a future city.

In an office in the central building of the City of Gears, a blond man was looking into the distance through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He was wearing a white shirt, a black suit, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking a bit gentle.

If he appeared in a government building in Meiguo, people would definitely think that he was probably a civil servant of some department.

It is impossible for anyone to guess that he is the master of this city of gears - Robert Buaro.

Buaro is the current leader of the Church of the Broken God and the most powerful person, bar none.

During this special time, even the three major branch churches abandoned their past and all obeyed him.

Under his leadership, the fighting power of the Church of the Broken God has reached the peak in history.

Even the GOC (Global Occult Coalition) is not sure of victory, so I dare not attack them rashly.

Even so, there was no trace of joy on Buaro's face, and there was only infinite worry about the future in his deep eyes.

The door slammed behind him and a young woman entered the room. She was Buaro's personal secretary, Fusa.

In her left eye pupil, there is a light blue gemstone inlaid.

"Lord Buaro." She bowed slightly.

Buaro didn't look back, a faint syllable floated out of his mouth: "Say."

Fusha opened the report in her hand and read in a mechanized voice: "According to the informant's report, the four teams that set off last month, SCP-1139 and SCP-2105 have all been successfully recaptured and are on their way back to the city of gears. But neither SCP-882 nor SCP629 has been heard from."

Buaro spoke slowly: "SCP-882 is the foundation's key defense project. It is huge in size and has a very strong sense of machinery, so it is difficult to operate. Miley and the others have already applied for reinforcements. I believe there will be results soon— —What's going on with SCP629?"

Fusha said: "After the Mirada team arrived, they contacted the people at the site according to the method left by the gentleman, but they never got in touch. After some investigation, I found out that they were originally staying at the Foundation Site 14. The inmates were presumably sacrificed due to the previous intrusion. They mentioned in their last report that they would be using 'Tears of the Gods' to infect people on the site, but since then, they haven't heard from them for two weeks. Reply, and they can't be contacted here, so the situation is probably not optimistic."

Buaro hummed: "I haven't been in touch for two weeks, which means something has happened, and they probably have fallen into the hands of the SCP Foundation."

Fusha hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then...do you want to save them?"

Buaro shook his head: "The Foundation is not a GOC. Even if Mirada's plan fails, their lives will not be in danger for the time being. What I am most worried about is where SCP629, the Heart of God, is hidden by the SCP Foundation." , without the heart of God, our plans are empty talk."

"Forget it." Buaro sighed, "No matter what method we use, we must get all of God's body back."

What Buaro said wasn't all that impassioned, but it had an air of its own.

Fusha put her arms on her chest: "God, it will be complete."

As if a very important ceremony had been completed, Fusha breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at Buaro's back, hesitated to speak.

Buaro seemed to be able to feel her eyes, and said: "It's already at this time, just say what you want to say."

"The lord... he left the city of gears this morning."

Buaro hummed, he already knew about this.

The Cult of the Broken God was able to develop to the scale it is today, and was able to integrate the three branches together, that person is indispensable.

Without him, Buaro wouldn't be able to make up his mind to recover all of the god's body.

He is not a member of the Broken God Cult, and has even served the SCP Foundation for a long time.

And yet he knew the Broken God better than anyone else, even Buaro would be ashamed.

Now that he wants to leave, Buaro really can't find a reason to force him to stay.

Fusha was a little worried, and asked hesitantly, "He...won't reveal the location of Gear City?"

Buaro finally turned around and looked at Fusa.

"The earth is so big. Do you really think that the SCP Foundation and GOC can't find us? They just think that it will take a lot of risk to use a lot of manpower and material resources to get rid of us. The loss outweighs the gain. It’s okay to tell them the location, as long as we don’t touch their bottom line, they won’t come to test our bottom line either.”

Having said this, Buaro's eyes suddenly dimmed.

"Of course, if he really did this, it means that God has abandoned us."

This topic was so heavy that Fusha didn't dare to speak for a moment.

Buaro paused for a long time, as if thinking about something very important.

Then, he sighed, as if he had made up his mind.

"Fusha, we are running out of time, notify all church personnel and get ready."

Buaro turned his head and looked at the sea outside the window again.

"We want to give the Foundation an ultimatum."

……

Zhang Jue and Simmons had repeated conversations with SCP-079, and finally ended with 079 impatiently drawing a cross on the screen.

However, the difference is that Simmons talked to 079 for less than 10 minutes before he was kicked out, but Zhang Jue chatted with this computer for more than an hour.

Because Zhang Jue blocked 079's monitor, the surveillance personnel didn't know what they said.

This is actually a serious violation of the foundation's regulations. Anyone else would have been arrested by order.

But who is Zhang Jue? He has even ridden the 682 uncle, and even made trouble at the headquarters, so he cares about this?

If someone who is not afraid of death dares to attack and interrupt his conversation with 079, he doesn't mind teaching the other party how to write the word "death" himself.

The walnut webmaster is very scheming after all.

As the head of the station, he naturally knew what Zhang Jue meant to the foundation.

So when the staff asked him if he wanted to forcibly break into the 079 containment room, he had already escaped with the excuse of urinating.

It wasn't until Zhang Jue came out of the containment room that he reappeared, heartbrokenly stated his interests with Zhang Jue, and bluntly said that he would write a report on this matter and submit it to the headquarters.

Zhang Jue has long been familiar with this kind of "impeachment". Anyone who wants to write a report can write it. If he is afraid, his surname will not be Zhang.

Besides, he also knows that the walnut stationmaster is just going through the motions, so that no one needs to take responsibility.