"What's the matter? Didn't you say the monster was here?" Phil Coulson demanded, staring hard at Johnson.
Johnson, whose scalp was numb, smiled awkwardly: "Sir... Do you think that there's a possibility that there may be two monsters instead of one?"
Phil definitely didn't believe the other party's words, he gritted his teeth, turned around and commanded the crowd: "Forget it, don't be distracted by other things first! Turn on the remote camera, let's go take a look first."
Led by Phil Coulson, the group carefully squeezed into the Warehouse.
In the innermost part of the Warehouse, Phil Coulson found Mike on the ground.
His neck was forcibly broken from the back, his eyes were as big as a cow, and his face was even more unwilling.
[A/N: at least respect the dead bro….]
After examining Mike's cause of death, Phil was even more concerned.
"The neck was broken, this..."
If the person in front of him was really killed by the SCP, then what was it that massacred his subordinates at the other side?
"Check your surroundings to see if anything is amiss." After Phil Coulson finished speaking, he also began to look around, and soon, Phil's eyes fell on a sculpture by the side.
"What an ugly sculpture."
Phil looked at the sculpture with some disgust and made the same evaluation as decedent.
[A/N: Same evaluation as in, he also thinks that this sculpture should be burned to ashes]
Johnson reported "Boss, we didn't find anything wrong. We searched inside and outside of the Warehouse. The only thing that looked like a human was the statue in front of you."
"Nothing out of the ordinary?" Phil Coulson nodded.
"Then let's retreat first and go to Alley 96 to have a look."
Perhaps because of the constant gaze on the Sculpture, SCP-173 wasn't attacking.
"So unprofessional!" Replace, who had been watching all this through the remote camera, said.
If it were a real member of the Foundation, the Warehouse just now would have to be dug three feet inside and out. Even if it was a brick, it would be brought back to the Foundation for inspection.
After all, the SCPs are all kinds of strange things and they are in all kinds of shapes.
Considering the particularity of SCP-096, Replace ordered "Team-D, keep checking for the SCP and do not care about reporting. Just send me a single report weekly and yeah, do not send reports in document, just tell me about it orally."
After he finished speaking, Replace glanced at Black widow and warned casually "Also...if it's okay in the future, don't look at the work report they sent back, in some photos you'll just see a dead body."
Natasha nodded suspiciously, she didn't know why Jason would remind herself of such a thing.
...
When Phil arrived at Alley 96, he saw three of his colleagues in a pool of blood.
The damage suffered by the three people is different, it should all come from the same creature.
Johnson quickly crawled over to the body to examine it.
"The target body size should be more than two meters and it used sharp claws to attack. These three people were forcibly killed by it. They even tried to resist before they died."
"By the way, the cameras on the helmets of these three people were turned on when they died. We may be able to get first-hand information about the anomaly through the cameras." Johnson continued.
Phil said fiercely with red eyes: "Take their bodies back first, and then use the cameras on their helmets to restore the attacker's true appearance to me."
"But..." Johnson looked at Phil suddenly with some hesitation.
"The president just issued a new order, saying that this mission does not need to use any pictures to record the mission progress, but to report the mission results through oral methods."
Phil Coulson reminded meaningfully "I know! I will do as the president has arranged, but...you should understand that we are not working for the foundation."
Phil Coulson thinks the agent in front of him is not very smart. 'You're a double agent, don't you know who's your real boss?'
In this way, the group of people who had their duty hastily ended came to the temporary base.
After returning to the makeshift base, Phil Coulson said, referring to the corpse "Keep the corpse, and we'll find a way to recover the video first."
Johnson, who wanted to express himself, took the task confidently "Don't worry sir"
After offering himself up, Johnson did not forget to promise "As long as the storage device inside the camera is not damaged, I will definitely be able to get what we need."
Soon Johnson used the agent's professional skills to quickly remove the camera, and then extracted the video of the three before they died through the computer.
After doing all this, Johnson opened the video curiously.
"I want to see how strange your death is."
On screen...
The victims came to a dead end, and just as they were about to turn to leave, a curled-up, homeless presence caught the attention of the three.
"Hey! Hello, may I ask..."
A victim walked over curiously and boldly patted the person's shoulder.
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Thank you for reading.
Then, something horrible happened.
In front of the screen, Johnson's expressions were tense, as he finally saw the appearance of the huddled, crying existence in the video.
"What kind of monster is this?"
He had slender limbs, pale skin, and no hair on his body.
The most unacceptable thing was the monster's face. Johnson didn't know how to describe the monster's face. It will leave an impression worth remembering for your whole life but you won't be able to describe its face.
After seeing the appearance of the monster on the screen, Johnson felt that the temperature in the room dropped a lot in an instant.
"What's the matter? Is the air conditioner turned down?" Johnson got up and walked towards the air conditioner not far away.
"No problem here." Johnson tapped the air conditioner in front of him lightly.
After checking it out, there was nothing wrong with the air conditioner, and Johnson was about to get up and cut the video of the monster.
Suddenly a gust of wind came.
An indescribable face appeared in front of Johnson and the distance between the faces of the two sides was not even more than 5 centimetres.
Seeing this familiar but indescribable face, Johnson was instantly stunned.
The soulless Johnson at this moment just wanted to pull out the pistol pinned to his waist but the monster on the opposite side had already moved.
SCP-096's slender arm swung suddenly, like a sharp sword, instantly piercing Johnson's chest.
"why..."
Johnson moved his lips at the monster in front of him.
He didn't understand, why did this monster find him?
'I have never had any intersection with this monster at all, at most I have only seen his photos, and I have just seen it…' Johnson never thought that he would die here. As an agent of three organizations, he thought that he would die during the mission and even thought that he would be killed because of his identity exposure.
But he never thought that he would be killed by an inexplicably strange monster in his own room.
After killing Johnson, SCP-096 quietly left the room as if it had never been seen.
...
Jason, who has been paying attention to the changes in his fame points, turned his face slightly in the direction of Hell's Kitchen and said to himself, "Have those two SCP already started killing people? "
Looking at Jason, who seemed to be thinking something, Natasha, who had come inside the room with the phone, came over to Jason and reported respectfully: "President! Just now Phil sent back a message. After an hour of action, no actual progress has been made, and ... The D-class armed member squad has suffered losses, and the action just now resulted in the loss of four outstanding soldiers."
"Only four dead? Looks like Phil and his men are doing pretty well."
Jason was somewhat satisfied with the number of deaths.
If it weren't for the loyalty of those people, Jason would not necessarily be willing to let the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. be cannon fodder.
After all, the agents trained by S.H.I.E.L.D. are much stronger than those C-level members of the Foundation.
But unfortunately, for him, the most important thing is loyalty! Everything else is secondary.
Jason gave poor Phil a big cake: "Wait a minute, please encourage Phil on my behalf, I will remember his hard work and dedication in my heart, and I will promote him to A-level in two days. As long as he becomes an S-rank member, I will personally take him to the headquarters for certification!"
If you want the horse to run, but don't want to feed the horse, you can only draw a big cake in front of him.
Black widow's mouth twitched slightly when she heard this.
This familiar technique of giving cake to make workers happy. Natasha is very familiar with it, after all, she had been the Secretary of many businessman/women.
She was very skeptical of the authenticity of Jason's words.
However, as an excellent assistant, Natasha didn't say much, just complained in her heart that her new boss was not doing anything.
It might have been uncertain before, but now, Natasha Romanoff is pretty sure, the guy in front of her definitely knows who they are.
But for some unknown reason, the other party seemed to appreciate her very much, and he didn't even want to let her perform dangerous tasks.
[A/N: he's horniiii]
Natasha, who has been alone her whole life, with no care or love from anyone was very touched at this moment.
It's such a great feeling to be cared for.
However, as a smart person, Natasha did not expose herself nor did she ask Jason why he did it, but silently kept this care in her heart.
Jason, who didn't know that the top beauty agent next to him was so lost in her thoughts, was thinking about how to make S.H.I.E.L.D suffer even more losses.
After all, peers are enemies, S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Foundation, there are too many places of conflict, and both sides are eager for the other to die quickly.
Looking at the beautiful agent next to him, Jason narrowed his eyes and sighed in his heart.
"But having said that, it is indeed a good choice to keep this woman by my side. Every day I see beautiful women, I feel much better."
[The other side...]
Phil Coulson, who had been waiting in his office for a long time for Johnson to come, finally got impatient.
"Daniel, go and call Johnson." Phil Coulson said to a black agent outside the door.
~~~~~~~
Soon 2 to 3 minutes later Daniel returned, but he was alone.
Daniel shouted anxiously: "Boss, something happened to Johnson, he was killed in his dormitory!"
"How is it possible, there are nearly 60 top agents living here, what kind of person can sneak in here silently, assassinate a top agent and leave silently?" Phil was somewhat unwilling to accept this news.
"You'll know when you go and see." Knowing that facts speak louder than words, Daniel gave way in frustration.
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