On the Foundation’s Containment Measures in American Comics

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Countless ghosts floated out of the control cabin and wandered around the base.

They have been killed since they were cloned and have never opened their eyes to see the world.

After transforming into a ghost, he lost his consciousness and could only wander around alone and confused.

Heading around aimlessly.

"Commander, all the reconnaissance team that went to investigate were wiped out." said the Red Queen.

Wang Yue frowned and asked, "What level of containment is it?"

"The initial assessment is keter level. According to the last message sent by the team, the target is named ghost. It is invisible, moves quickly, has no sound, no entity, and can pass through walls. It is suspected of using freezing attacks. The attack method cannot be confirmed. The entire factory is an experiment. base."

"Freeze!" Wang Yue nodded. This kind of contained object is difficult to handle: "Order Hong Right Hand and Sixteen Ton to go there. Since it is a man-made object, there must be a way to remove it. If there is a chance, we can capture all the laboratory personnel. Now There’s a bit of a shortage of D-class members.”

"I have been notified that Esdeath is going."

On the street not far from the experimental factory, a war reporter stood on the street and reported.

"Iraq is now being attacked by unknown forces, suspected to be new weapons. S.H.I.E.L.D. has..."

Countless citizens fled in panic. There were no enemies at this moment. Enemies who had fought on both sides joined forces to help transport innocent citizens. They didn't know what happened, but they knew it was an invisible massacre.

The war has ceased across Iraq, and citizens have been relocated and evacuated from the vicinity of the factory on a large scale.

In this smoke-filled Iraq, a trace of humanity is shown.

The reporter continued to move forward.

I found that the street opposite was full of dead people, the whole street was like ghosts, and the silence seemed particularly terrifying.

There were no wounds on the deceased, and no one dared to get close to collect the bodies, leaving them lying on the ground to be exploded by the sun.

Suddenly the camera focused on the street intersection.

A mother and her child desperately wanted to escape from this death place.

But a breeze blew.

The mother fell to the ground without warning, and the crowd in the distance shouted in fear: "Ghost, the ghost is coming!"

At the critical moment, the armed forces did not care about rescuing the refugees, and turned around and got in their cars to stay away from this land of right and wrong.

The little girl stood there crying and holding her mother's hand, wanting to take her mother away with her.

But how can a little girl who has been hungry all year round and has difficulty walking lead an adult?

Suddenly there was a burst of sound in the sky.

A hook hooked the little girl and instantly lifted her into the sky.

It's the Foundation's Quinjet.

The live news broadcast was cut off instantly.

Teams of SCP Foundation field personnel helped the refugees evacuate, erasing their memories in the process.

Esdeath looked at the ground solemnly.

Her brain's perception clearly told her that she would die if she moved forward.

"No one can come near the factory without my permission! Team 2 clears out all nearby creatures."

"Yes!"

After a while, the foundation cleared the surrounding area of ​​ten kilometers.

"Captain, the range of activities of all ghosts is a circle with a radius of seven kilometers with the factory as the center. There should be a master controller that limits their range of activities, or their territory is just that big!"

"Bring the D-class personnel up!"

The red right-hand deputy captain was stunned for a moment: "Captain, let me arrest some death row prisoners! There are not enough D-class personnel in the base."

"Go quickly!" Esdeath didn't care at all about the life or death of the condemned prisoners. In a country that was still at war, just anyone caught would be a condemned prisoner.

Within a few minutes, 10 D-class personnel were brought.

"What are you going to do?"

"I am innocent!"

"Why are you arresting me?"

The cries and curses of the D-class personnel were mixed together. Their thin bodies and dark faces looked pitiful and helpless, trying to gain sympathy from others.

But at least they have two innocent lives in their hands.

In this era, people will do anything to fight for food and water.

Esdeath fired a shot into the sky.

All D-class personnel immediately fell silent, waiting for Esdeath's fate with eyes filled with horror.

"You are lucky to have chosen you. I need you to come in and help me place something. Whoever does it first will get one million US dollars, which will be enough for you to live happily in the next life."

When several people heard that they had entered the Death Realm, they immediately shook their heads and refused.

Still able to distinguish which is more important, money or life.

have no choice! Esdeath was too lazy to talk nonsense and took out the memory eraser and flashed it several times at several people.

"Go get the instruments in there."

The D-class personnel nodded lazily, holding the instrument and heading to the opposite street.

After using the memory eraser, all D-class personnel were stunned, without any spirituality, and just moved forward holding the instrument.

As soon as they entered the block, a D-class member fell to the ground.

Immediately pull it back and hand it over to the Sixteen Ton Task Force for study.

The Foundation sent sixteen tons for another purpose, which was to study the production method of ghosts and estimate their value.

If necessary, a special task force can be formed under the command of the Foundation.

All ten D-class personnel died after walking less than ten meters in total.

But the instrument worked successfully.

It started to adjust automatically, and the light blue ghost rays continued to scan around.

After ten minutes of this, the instrument was adjusted to the corresponding frequency, and dense figures appeared around it, including light blue smoke-like human-shaped shadows, like ghosts.

He looked at the wall and the ground as if there was nothing there, but kept his gaze on the foundation. He obviously had a certain amount of wisdom.

Captain Steele Alvin Sixteen Ton said to Esdeath: "The body of the deceased was completely frozen. He was frozen to death in an instant. There is only one thing that can match this form."

"what?"

Alvin recalled: "Bose-Einstein condensate!"

"What is that?" Esdeath asked.

Alvin said: "Bose-Einstein condensation is a gaseous, superfluid state of matter that occurs when boson atoms are cooled to close to absolute zero."

Esdeath doesn't understand at all, it's completely the difference between a top student and a bad student.

"Any weakness?"

Alvin shook his head: "It itself does not exist in a gaseous state. Their only means of attack is to pause for a second when rushing into the human body and kill the target with absolute low temperature. However, metal debris can block their progress and cannot penetrate. It is something that has passed through ceramic products, and maintaining this state requires a lot of energy. In theory, a nuclear power plant can barely support the supply.”

Esdeath smiled and said: "You can't pass through ceramics! This is easy to do. Just put people into the ceramics and destroy the total energy."

"I don't recommend doing this. Ceramics can withstand it, but ceramics cannot withstand such low temperatures close to absolute zero for a long time. Once it breaks, the person inside will definitely die."

Esdeath frowned: "Then what are you going to do!"

"I suggest waiting until they run out of energy and disappear, or directly explode with nuclear weapons!"