Speed up the process!)
Time is like sand that cannot be held in one's fingers; with a slight movement, it scatters away. This month also passed very quickly!
The development of the SCP Foundation also accelerated at a visible rate, including the deployment of actual personnel and various facility guards, all of which were replicated by Wang Ya using SCP-222 - Clone Coffin.
The underground base is temporarily no longer short of personnel. So far, three levels have been renovated. The first level is the living area for staff and for the daily operation of some systems. The second level is more important, containing the prisons for some D-class personnel. Of course, there are also parts for SCP containment units and some research areas.
The third level is intended for the complete storage of extremely dangerous SCP containment units, such as the space-time distorter, Pennywise the Dancing Clown, that Wang Ya is considering.
Undoubtedly, the third-level containment unit awaits him. However, the situation with the underground minerals gave Wang Ya a pleasant surprise; it could meet most of the mineral needs for the underground base's renovation, allowing for complete self-sufficiency in production and refining.
In short, everything is developing for the better, and all project facilities are operating relatively perfectly.
It is worth mentioning that Wang Ya has confirmed the location of the clowns, both the clown in Gotham City and Pennywise the Dancing Clown. A containment operation for Pennywise the Dancing Clown has been scheduled for the day after tomorrow.
On another front, SCP Technology Co., Ltd. is also operating relatively smoothly, though there are some troublesome individuals who frequently come to cause trouble. For this, Wang Ya and Landon Fury assembled nearly a hundred security personnel and swept away all those unruly gang members, thoroughly establishing SCP Technology Co., Ltd.'s dominant position and perfectly utilizing the vacant areas left by Penguin's withdrawal.
Some gangs in other parts of the Slums even pledged allegiance to SCP Technology Co., Ltd., saying they were willing to be their blades, to strike wherever they were told.
Perhaps Wang Ya would have considered it before, but now he no longer needs these bottom-feeder scum of society.
Their existence is an unstable, unruly, negative factor for the Slums, for SCP Technology Co., Ltd., and for the poor people living there.
They must be completely eliminated!!
Inside the SCP Technology Co., Ltd. building,
Wang Ya picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip, then put it down with a slight change in his expression. Time flies, and he has been in this world for almost four months, experiencing many things and many changes, but he still can't get used to this awful civet coffee.
It is said to be quite an expensive coffee!!
Wang Ya shook his head, no longer dwelling on this point, and with a thought, he brought up the system's taskbar.
"Main Mission Four: Integration"
"Because your subordinates have purchased the Slums, the surrounding gangs will no longer be an obstacle to you. The gangs belonging to Penguin's faction will withdraw from the Slums, and you will gain a rare window of opportunity. However, at this time, too much territory and influence will be vacated in the Slums, and many gangs will come to seize it. Defeat those gangs that invade the territory and completely incorporate the surrounding areas into the SCP Foundation's territory."
"Mission Reward: One random SCP containment unit manifestation opportunity, SCP-096 Fragment x 1: Head (Note: Six fragments can be integrated into a complete entity, also including left hand, right hand, left foot, right foot, body…)"
"Status: Completed!"
Wang Ya extracted the mission reward, and soon the system panel showed that Wang Ya now had one manifestation opportunity.
Suddenly, Wang Ya's pupils contracted, and he almost knocked over the coffee on the table.
The reason was none other than the SCP-096 reward.
Originally, Wang Ya thought SCP-096 was just a 1/6 fragment, perhaps temporarily stored in the system, and would only fully manifest when completely assembled.
But he didn't expect that even just 1/6 of it would be manifested by the system.
A dark, shriveled head, without any muscle, appearing like skin and bones, appeared on the table, right next to his coffee, startling him!
"Holy crap, does it have to be this exciting? Why manifest a head? Are we really assembling a dark sorcerer?!"
Wang Ya could no longer hold back and started complaining wildly.
This operation really almost killed him. He was just looking at the system screen, and suddenly a dark, shriveled head rolled onto his table. It was a good thing he didn't have heart disease, or he would have been scared to death.
This SCP-096 head had its eyes closed and no sound came from it, seeming to be in a dormant state. Perhaps it was because it was only a head; it would only fully revive when the left hand, right hand, left foot, right foot, and body were all assembled.
Wang Ya swallowed, carefully reached out, picked up SCP-096's head, and placed it on the cabinet. Then he took a clip to secure it and found a book to block it, so it couldn't be seen.
As the saying goes, 'out of sight, out of mind.' And Wang Ya, at this moment, was 'out of sight, out of fear.'
If he really kept staring at SCP-096's head, he probably would feel a little unnerved.
Wang Ya went to the restroom to wash his hands, moved the chair to the floor-to-ceiling window, lay down, and with a thought, used the newly acquired manifestation opportunity.
What SCP containment unit would he get this time?
Wang Ya's heart was filled with intense anticipation…
"Manifestation opportunity consumed. Obtained: SCP-1370: Pesterbot."
When Wang Ya heard this mechanical voice, his face showed a twitch at the corner of his mouth. It was this thing!!
His mood fluctuated greatly, and he didn't know what to say, but he still manifested this guy.
"Today might be the unluckiest day!"
Wang Ya said, somewhat depressed!
Soon, a rather goofy-looking robot appeared in the room. It wasn't tall, about one meter, and looked clumsy. As it appeared in the room, its mechanical head turned left and right, observing.
But Wang Ya knew this guy's personality. It had its own consciousness and personality, but this personality was a bit… well, this guy had already started!!
Pesterbot seemed to have fixated on Wang Ya, staring at him and fluently speaking a long string of English.
"Oh, who are you? Do you not see the great me descending upon this place? I have come! I see that I shall become the King of Machines! My mighty firepower shall overwhelm everything…"
Wang Ya's face darkened, and he ignored it, preparing to go wash his hands, intending to wash away today's bad luck!!
SCP-1370 — The Annoying Robot
Description: SCP-1370 is a sentient artifact constructed from various electronic devices and tools. It stands approximately 1 meter tall when upright and is capable of moving its interfaces, despite lacking any power source or motor. It communicates through a monotone sound emitted from a speaker mounted on its chest.
Its head is a voltmeter welded upside down onto its neck, giving it the appearance of a friendly smile.
Behavior: It responds to visual and auditory stimuli, but its perception is hindered if its head is covered or it is otherwise restrained. It is unstable when walking and maintaining balance.
It can fluently speak American English, French, and Latin, and is capable of learning new languages.
It maintains hostility towards any person or object it perceives as intelligent: animals, Foundation personnel, civilians, audio-visual equipment, and security monitors.
(Wang Ya: This guy appeared out of nowhere, what a surprise!)
Wang Ya washed his hands seven times in the restroom. Why was he so unlucky? He needed to wash away the bad luck.
Could it be that his System Perfected Version, the ability of the luckiest person in the world, had failed? After the system's perfection eliminated side effects, he was supposed to be comparable to a Lucky One.
Wang Ya was deeply puzzled. During this time, the annoying SCP-1370 was waving its fragile mechanical arms, pounding Wang Ya's waist, and even followed him all the way to the restroom, blocking the doorway.
Wang Ya looked at it expressionlessly.
"What are you looking at? Do you know who you're facing? Why don't you bow down to me? I am the Claws of Darth, the Curve of Slaughter, and also Destruction Robot 2000… I, the great and supreme Emperor… You…"
SCP-1370 roared in dissatisfaction, emitting a monotone, or rather, what it considered to be an incredibly deep and majestic sound from the speaker on its chest.
A helpless expression appeared on Wang Ya's face. This guy was purely an incompetent loudmouth. He was hostile towards any intelligent creature or object he perceived, and would attack it.
Even a potted plant placed in front of it, with a speaker inside emitting sounds, would be considered a sentient, intelligent being by this guy.
And its attack consisted of waving its fragile arms, or rather, delivering hours-long sermons before attacking.
Its fragile mechanical body would even paralyze itself during an attack.
Alright, a little robot in impotent rage!!
Since it had already materialized, Wang Ya could only grimace and accept it.
To prevent this little guy from paralyzing itself, Wang Ya found a transparent glass box and put it inside. The little guy was trapped, still patting the inside with its fragile mechanical arms. Wang Ya was afraid those arms would break, or that it would paralyze itself again.
Wang Ya carried the rather large box to the table in his room, placed it down, and then sat on a chair, looking at his hands with deep suspicion.
He somewhat suspected that he might have touched SCP-096's head, which was why things turned out this way. That dark, grimy head brought bad luck.
Thump thump thump!
SCP-1370 continuously hit the box, trying to get out. A faint sound could still be heard.
It roughly meant: "Let me out, worm. I am Destruction Master 1370, the Destroyer of All Things. I shall be the herald of your destruction."
Wang Ya's face darkened. He immediately removed the box and flicked SCP-1370's head with his finger. The impact made SCP-1370 wobble, seemingly about to fall, but Wang Ya caught it, fearing that it might accidentally fall and shatter itself.
Once SCP-1370 stabilized, it began its unprecedented, greatest outburst.
The monotone speaker on its chest blabbered on, non-stop.
"Finally, I have arrived at this planet destined for destruction. All will be accounted for under my pincers. All will be trampled under my feet. I am Shiva, the Plunderer of Joy…"
Listening to these slightly odd chuunibyou quotes, Wang Ya initially didn't intend to pay attention, but this guy kept pounding his chest with its fragile mechanical little hands. Wang Ya was very helpless.
"Little guy, can't you be a bit quieter!"
Wang Ya said helplessly.
But this reply seemed to poke a hornet's nest. SCP-1370 moved a little closer, aimed its speaker at Wang Ya's face, and started blabbering again.
SCP-1370: "Who dares to be so bold? All souls shall be burned. You shall feel my substantial wrath. State your name, so I may curse you after your death."
Wang Ya narrowed his eyes. This guy was really arrogant. Its chuunibyou quotes were delivered with such grandeur. He directly reached out and gave it another head flick, sending it tumbling onto the table.
Watching SCP-1370 scramble to get up, Wang Ya couldn't help but laugh. Although this guy was called the Annoying Robot, sometimes it could bring some joy.
SCP-1370 seemed angry, filled with rage, and charged towards Wang Ya.
"Your mockery seals your destruction. I have come. You shall be torn to shreds in my hands."
SCP-1370 attacked Wang Ya with all its might, pounding him with its mechanical little hands, one punch, two punches, three punches…
The monotone speaker's voice also rose and fell in succession.
"Foolish fellow, where are you looking? Don't you know you are facing a Ninth-Rank Archmage, the King of the Mechanical Kingdom, the God of Machines…"
"I am Gundam, unstoppable! Behold my Thunder Gaia Cannon… Thunder God's Severing Sword…"
"I came, I conquered, I saw, I conquered…"
"Feel pain, consider pain, accept pain, understand pain. Those who do not understand pain cannot understand true peace… From now on, let the world feel pain!"
"At the end of the immortal path, who stands supreme? Upon seeing this Seat, the Dao becomes empty… When the time comes to defy the heavens… Who dares to claim invincibility, who dares to admit defeat…"
"Shatter reality, collapse spirit, banish this world! Darker than dusk, redder than flowing blood, buried in the torrent of time, under Thy great name, I hereby swear to the darkness!"
SCP-1370 swung its final punch: "It's not me who's wrong, it's this world… Water Breathing, Second Form…"
Wang Ya was utterly speechless. He watched as this guy, by accidentally falling to the ground from hitting himself, caused its body parts to collide and become paralyzed. Wang Ya silently picked it up and put it back in the box. What was all this…
All of this started because he touched SCP-096's head. Perhaps SCP-096 was full of bad luck; you could tell it was an African from its dark, grimy head!
Wang Ya: (`‐ω‐´) Angry~
[Wang Ya]
[Level: C-Class Personnel (300/2000)]
[Manifestation Points: 31698]
[Current SCPs: SCP-127 - Living Gun, SCP-247 - Harmless Kitten… SCP-120 Teleportation Pool… SCP-173 The Original… SCP-1370 The Annoying Robot… Replica Coffin…]
[SCP-682 Exchange Qualification: 200000 Manifestation Points]
[Exchange list has been activated, refreshes once a month!]
As expected, with him continuously manifesting SCPs, the system's level finally reached C-class, and the exchange option was now available.
He could use his existing Manifestation Points to exchange for SCPs on the list, which refreshed every month!
Wang Ya's mind stirred, and he brought up the list of SCPs available for exchange.
[SCP-693 - Voodoo Doll, Price: 10000 Manifestation Points]
[SCP-049 - Plague Doctor, Price: 60000 Manifestation Points]
[SCP-082 - Fernand the Cannibal, Price: 30000]
[SCP-722 - Jörmungandr, Price: 100000]
[SCP-113 - Gender-Swap, Price: 15000]
…
Looking at the list of SCPs available for exchange, Wang Ya fell silent. He carefully counted the zeros after SCP-722 Jörmungandr; it required a full one hundred thousand points to exchange. SCP-682 the Indestructible Reptile, on the other hand, needed two hundred thousand points to exchange.
That was already equivalent to half of a Grandpa 682, but considering its massive size and terrifying deterrent, such a high price was understandable.
However, his current Manifestation Points were completely insufficient for the SCPs he wanted to exchange for, and he could only exchange for three SCPs, one of which was an SCP he had already manifested before.
Wang Ya was deep in thought. He considered that SCP-113 Gender-Swap could be completely passed over; it was of no use to him.
SCP-693 Voodoo Doll was also not needed for now and had to be passed over.
The remaining SCP-082 Fernand the Cannibal was the only SCP Wang Ya could currently exchange for.
[SCP-082 - Fernand the Cannibal
Description: Genetically human, he has grown to an enormous size through some means (chemical, hormonal, cancerous, or supernatural), with extremely disproportionate physical characteristics. He has a slightly pointed bald head, a large, rounded jaw, a bulbous nose, and sunken pitch-black eyes. He is both overweight and possesses massive muscle mass, with dangerous, muscular forelimbs and large feet.
Characteristics: Speaks fluent French and heavily accented English. He keeps his massive teeth clenched when speaking. SCP-082 only separates his teeth when eating and singing, and he sings for self-amusement, especially when cooking and eating.
Demeanor is very friendly and relaxed, always trying to crack jokes and often polite to people, always inviting them to dinner. However, invitees should note that SCP-082 is capable of attacking and devouring others at any time. The subject always apologizes for his lack of politeness in interrupting people's conversations by swallowing their heads and making a mess of his room. SCP-082's jaw is strong enough to crush bones, and he seems to enjoy skulls. Aggressive behavior appears to be random and unmotivated—whether the subject has recently eaten has no effect on this cannibalistic hunger.]
Although SCPs manifested by the system completely obeyed Wang Ya's commands and would not attack him, there was no guarantee that this guy wouldn't attack other members of the SCP Foundation. Sometimes he was relatively docile, but other times he would suddenly erupt and devour people's heads.
It was completely random!
Wang Ya was somewhat hesitant. What he truly wanted to exchange for was SCP-049 or SCP-722 Jörmungandr!
But his Manifestation Points were completely insufficient, in fact, very, very far from enough.
Wang Ya thought for a long time and decided not to exchange for now. He restrained his desires and made a judgment using the most rational and correct method.
Even exchanging for SCP-082 would be useless and wouldn't play a decisive role.
Currently, the most important thing was to consider the containment of the space-time distorter; exchanging for Fernand the Cannibal would instead disrupt Wang Ya's plan.
"The containment facility in the underground base is ready. The containment plan for Pennywise the Dancing Clown must be fully launched within two days!"
Wang Ya's eyes held a solemn expression. The SCP Foundation's first containment operation was only allowed to succeed, not to fail.
The Special Reserve Team was already geared up, and Landon Fury's side was almost ready.
Two plans took shape in Wang Ya's mind, both with a relatively high probability of success, at least 90%. They had no reason to fail.
He would also participate in this containment operation, not for anything else, but to gain experience and train himself.
Wang Ya had discovered his weakness: his combat experience and containment experience were definitely insufficient. If he were to discard his SCP abilities, he probably couldn't even defeat the most ordinary adult male, after all, he was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and due to long-term malnutrition, he was still relatively thin and weak.
Even with the ability of an SCP, if some ill-intentioned person found the weakness of his abilities, it would be relatively easy to deal with him.
This needed to be compensated with combat experience. Fortunately, he had a relatively powerful life-saving ability, being the luckiest person in the world, and the system had resolved the side effects, making him comparable to a lucky individual.
As long as it wasn't some bug-related ability or an ability related to luck, then he could rest assured that his life would most likely be preserved.
For some reason, he inexplicably thought of a member of the X-Force in Deadpool, the black woman who absorbed others' luck to bring herself good fortune… and the white woman in Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency who was even more exaggerated than a lucky person.
He just didn't know if the latter was in this world. If she was, that would be interesting; she should be in the British Empire!
[Triggered Quest: Practice Makes Perfect]
[You have a sudden realization, perceiving your own shortcomings, and decide to participate in a containment mission to train yourself, improve your experience and judgment, and complete this containment mission to contain Pennywise the Dancing Clown in the underground containment facility.]
[Reward: SCP-096 Fragment ×1 (Left Hand), randomly obtain one SCP from the exchange list!]
(SCP Manifestation System: Little brother, a quest as you wished, and the reward is a freebie opportunity, so grasp it well!)
Wang Ya's eyes subtly changed. This was another triggered quest, but upon seeing the quest reward, his heart couldn't help but beat faster a few times.
Even if he randomly chose one out of five SCPs, it was still equivalent to getting it for free. Who doesn't like freebies? What if he drew SCP-722 Jörmungandr, wouldn't he strike it rich!
(TX: I feel like you're implying something!!)
Inside the dim, gloomy secret laboratory, all sorts of equipment were complete. In a huge bucket nearby, something seemed to be contained, gurgling and boiling after being heated.
A foul odor permeated the secret laboratory, coupled with the blood on the floor and the filth on the walls, making it easy to associate this with the first step of some evil villain about to implement his wicked plan.
Researching special biochemical toxins that destroy urban prosperity and peace!
The atmosphere was eerie and terrifying. Anyone who came here would be unable to maintain a normal expression, having to frown and look around with alert eyes.
But all of this seemed so unimportant in front of the man in a suit, with bizarrely colored attire, green hair, and clown makeup.
The secret laboratory was located within an abandoned factory. Mr. Clown had an overly strong fondness for abandoned factories, perhaps because he was born in a similar one!
In a half-person-tall one-way mirror, the Clown's reflection appeared. He grinned and laughed wildly, as if he had thought of some amusing scene.
On a nearby table, many special bottles with unique skull-smile patterns were displayed. Those were the gifts he had prepared specifically for Gotham City, and also a special gift for his old friend, Batman.
However, the gift for his old friend Batman couldn't be so monotonous. Instead, it was a unique gift he had meticulously prepared and specially manufactured.
It was the Laughing Gas Virus extracted from his own genes, an exclusive creation.
His gaze no longer lingered on the few ordinary bottles of laughing gas on the table.
Instead, he pulled out a special spray bottle from his in my arms. He had a crazy plan, and it was already in the process of being implemented: to infect Batman with the Laughing Gas Virus, making him a co-existent being just like him.
The once guardian of Gotham City, the knight of the night, the great Batman, ultimately turning into a terrifying figure, destroying Gotham City, and becoming the culprit behind all this chaos—how wonderful that scene would be!
The Clown seemed to imagine that scene, and could no longer help but laugh wildly, his mouth constantly stretching open. He even put his hands into his mouth, his eyes wide.
"Hahaha… interesting, truly too interesting. In that scene, our Batman, Bruce Wayne, how will you manage yourself!"
He had known Batman's true identity for a long time, but he chose not to expose him because it was too boring. Having finally found a kindred spirit in this dull Gotham City, how could he not play with this kindred spirit properly? After all, this was his only pleasure!
Human nature, or other emotions and desires, love and hate, brotherly affection, parental affection—he had experimented with them countless, countless times and had long grown tired of them.
And his friend, his good friend, Batman Bruce Wayne, was the only existence that held his deep interest and would never bore him.
He had created a perfect plan: to infect Batman Bruce Wayne with the Laughing Gas Virus, turning him into the Clown of the night, no longer the revered hero of the night. When their identities changed, how would the people of Gotham City face Batman Bruce Wayne!
As for him, he would replace Batman Bruce Wayne and become the new hero of the night, the Clown-Man of Gotham!!
"This is truly too interesting… I can't wait to see that scene!!"
The Clown's laughter echoed continuously throughout the abandoned factory. His subordinates, carrying guns, patrolled around the factory. Hearing their boss's laughter, a strange influence took effect, and the muscles on their faces uncontrollably curved upwards, their mouths splitting into wide grins as they began to laugh wildly.
Some kind of mutation also began to occur in them. Even some members of the Red Hood Gang began to spontaneously apply the Clown's dyes, mimicking their boss's makeup, and their laughter and demeanor gradually became identical to the Clown's.
... ...
Ever since that night, Anna always felt like someone was watching her when she slept. A prying gaze made her incredibly uneasy, but she couldn't find the source of that gaze.
Because of this, she had stayed up for a very long time, her face covered in acne marks and heavy eye bags, a result of long-term insomnia causing hormonal imbalance.
That night, Anna woke up from a dream. She had dreamed of Louis again. Louis was constantly crying and calling for help from the sewer, begging Anna to save him. But every time Anna reached out to pull him out of the sewer, a monster in the dark shadows would devour Louis in one bite. Anna was always just one step too late.
Anna felt very thirsty. She got up to pour herself a glass of water. However, just as she sat on the bed and put on her shoes, she suddenly realized that the prying gaze was becoming increasingly obvious, as if it was watching her from somewhere in the room right now.
This made her very uneasy. She couldn't help but swallow, scanning the room.
"Who... who's there!"
She suddenly heard a sound coming from the wardrobe and immediately called out nervously and anxiously, flustered and ready to leave the room to find her parents!
However, when she turned the doorknob, she found it wouldn't open. So, she could only bang on the door forcefully and anxiously call out her parents' names.
"Mommy... Mommy... I'm so scared... there's something else in the room... where are you... Daddy... Daddy... come quickly and see..."
But the entire room, including the entire house, only had her voice calling out. Her parents didn't respond to her, as if she was the only one left.
Click!
It sounded like some kind of wooden joint rubbing and turning, coming from the direction of the wardrobe. Anna looked over and saw a greedy, pale yellow gaze seemingly peering at her from the gap.
"Who's in there... who are you... come out quickly..."
Anna said, her face filled with fear and panic.
"Little Anna, have you forgotten me so quickly? Hehehe!"
A sharp voice came from inside the wardrobe. Anna couldn't be mistaken about this voice; it was that devil, the devil in the sewer. It was it that killed Louis and wanted to kill her too.
Boundless fear Attack her heart. She hadn't expected this monster to find its way to her home. What did this monster want to do!
No other sounds were made; in the house, which was as silent as death, only Anna's own sobs could be heard. She was terrified because an uninvited guest had arrived in the closet.
That was her long-standing nightmare, the monster from the sewers, Pennywise the Dancing Clown!
"Anna... Anna..."
The voice from the closet gradually changed. It was no longer the deep, sharp sound but transformed into a voice Anna was very familiar with and could never forget.
That was...
Her childhood sweetheart... Louis's voice!!
"Save me, save me, I'm in so much pain, Anna... Why didn't you save me..."
No... No!!
Louis was already dead, killed by that monster!!
"Don't try to fool me, you're not Louis at all, Louis is already dead!!"
Anna found a little courage from somewhere. Perhaps the monster in the closet had violated the last taboo in her heart, or perhaps she was willing to face her inner fear.
Confined in this small room, and with her parents unable to help her at that moment, her innate human fight-or-flight response generated this courage, and she picked up the baseball bat leaning in the corner.
Her face showed fear and horror, but also the ferocity brought by courage.
After extreme fear, either a completely different kind of courage will emerge, or one will sink completely into fear, unable to escape from that dark abyss of terror.
Currently, Anna's performance is clearly the former!
"I know it's you, Pennywise the Dancing Clown. I'm not afraid of you anymore, and don't think you can trick me with Louis. I advise you to leave here; this isn't your place. Get out of my house!!"
Anna's expression was incredibly gritted, even though the fear in her eyes hadn't receded and tears still welled in the corners of her eyes, she still shouted this sentence.
"This isn't where you belong, get out quickly!"
"Hehehe... Why say that, dear Clown? My dearest Anna, why don't you want to play with the Clown!"
The voice from inside the closet gradually became strange. It carried unconcealed anger and a hint of twisted malice.
"I am Louis, your beloved Louis. Come play with the Clown and Louis, Anna... We need you, we're all waiting for you, waiting for you to go to Grant Park... Waiting for you to ride the carousel together, we'll play together..."
The voice of Louis became less and less like Louis, turning into a sharp, alternating female and male voice. The decibel level of the voice was incredibly high, even making Anna's ears ache.
But this only further ignited her courage.
"I told you, Clown, get out, get out of my room, get out of my house..."
Anna approached the closet, holding the baseball bat. Her face showed ferocity, as if she wanted to use the bat to deal with the monster in the closet.
However, just as she faced the closet, with one hand already gripping the doorknob, about to pull it open.
The next moment, a violent impact burst the closet open, and a figure lunged at Anna.
"Ahhh... No... No..."
Anna shrieked in collapse, as if she had gone mad. The one who fell on her was her father, her deceased father, her father who had died horribly with his tongue pulled out.
How could this be, why did this happen...
The lights in the room flickered violently, then immediately went out, and outside the curtains, a dim green light flickered. As the strong wind blew, a strange figure passed through the curtains and entered the room.
Anna looked over, and with a creaking sound, the Clown Doll walked with a leisurely pace to Anna's front.
"Oh, my dearest Anna, do you like this gift I brought you... I carefully selected it, you know. When he was most terrified, when he screamed violently, I ripped out his tongue... It's a perfect masterpiece, but my even more perfect masterpiece is yet to come, that's your mother, the most perfect doll masterpiece..."
A huge裂缝 opened at the corner of the Clown Doll's mouth, and he began to laugh maniacally.
An endless stream of fear flowed into his body. He felt utterly delighted, but it wasn't enough; he wanted more and more and more fear from children.
"You devil... Ahhh..."
Anna, as if gone mad, picked up the nearby baseball bat and directly smashed it down on the Clown Doll.
The smash landed squarely, shattering the Clown Doll into pieces, and all its puppet parts rolled onto the floor.
"Oh, how sad, Anna, how could you do this to the cute Clown... Wuwuwu..."
The Clown Doll, with only half a face left, actually let out incredibly sarcastic sobs from its mouth.
How could Anna tolerate this? She immediately picked up the baseball bat and continued to smash, smashing hard, smashing with all her might, smashing countless times until she lost all her strength.
It seemed everything was over. The Clown Doll was smashed by her, and her father also died here.
No!
She suddenly remembered something. The Clown Doll had also said her mother had been killed. If that was true, then wouldn't it be...
Anna didn't want to wait any longer. She stood up, ready to open the door and check on her mother's room.
This time, perhaps because the Clown Doll was dead, the doorknob actually turned and opened.
However, the moment she opened the door, standing outside was a woman with a face full of rotting flesh, vaguely recognizable as a middle-aged woman, who grinned hideously at her.
"Hello, Anna, this isn't the Clown, this is Mary Shaw..."
Endless fear assailed Anna's heart. She could no longer bear this feeling. The world in her eyes rapidly shifted, spun, and contracted, as if the world was about to be destroyed. The next moment, she closed her eyes and simply collapsed, fainting.
... ...
Inside the SCP Building, in Wang Ya's private room.
Wang Ya lay on the bed, looking grimly at the information displayed in the void before him.
[Warning: Due to space-time distorter having reached its peak, a new space-time distorter has emerged and, influenced by the previous space-time distorter, has descended into Gotham City!]
He hadn't expected another space-time distorter to appear so suddenly, completely disrupting Wang Ya's plans.
"This is too sudden, truly!"
Wang Ya seemed a bit preoccupied. After all, the sudden appearance of another space-time distorter would be a huge blow to the already established containment plan.
Boom!
A deafening sound echoed, and Anna suddenly opened her eyes, filled with endless terror, gasping for breath as she sat up in bed.
The room was pitch black and deathly silent. Outside, a light rain was falling, and a cold wind blew in, making the curtains rustle.
Was it just a dream? Anna's eyes still held lingering fear. She even thought that what happened in her dream had become reality, that the Clown and Mary Shaw, with her rotting face, had appeared in her room and killed her parents.
Thankfully, it was just a dream!
It's just a dream, it's just a dream!
Anna was incredibly relieved, even patting her rapidly thumping chest.
If the events of the dream had truly happened, she would never have been able to bear such a blow.
Above Gotham City at night, dark clouds gathered, swirled, and twisted, with flashes of lightning hidden within. A long-coiled lightning serpent snaked through the clouds, then crashed down with the immense power of nature, bringing a thunderclap to the dead silence of Gotham's night.
The flashing lightning illuminated the scene inside the room. Blood was everywhere—on the walls, the ceiling, the floor—flowing blood, even bloody handprints.
Anna's expression instantly froze, her pupils constricting. The hidden terror could no longer be contained and spread out. Subconsciously, she looked to the side.
A figure lay on the bed, and in the flash of lightning, its face was illuminated. It was the face of a woman with a rotting face, her tongue torn out, and her features twisted.
And Anna was incredibly familiar with this woman, because it was her mother!
"Ah ah ah... no..."
Anna's shrill scream echoed throughout the night. Fear, heartache, sorrow, and screams—countless negative emotions converged on her at this moment. The entire house instantly swelled, permeated with various negative forces.
The Clown Doll hanging on the clock grinned widely, filled with immense joy, savoring the terror of the moment.
From a dark corner, a stumbling figure emerged. It was a vengeful spirit calling herself Mary Shaw. She looked at Anna's body and the incredibly perfect expression on Anna's face with immense anticipation. Yes, this was the perfect doll she had been searching for. Now, she had finally found her.
Mary Shaw appeared before Anna. The next moment, her rotting, maggot-infested hand grabbed Anna's tongue, then pulled it out forcefully. The continuous shrill screams instantly ceased.
This night was destined to be sleepless!
...
Inside the SCP underground base.
The five-member Special Reserve Team had completed their gear-up: bulletproof helmets made of special materials, protective masks made of special fabric capable of temporarily isolating harmful gases, custom bulletproof vests, tactical backpacks, tactical daggers, semi-automatic rifles, three specialized tactical grenades per person, powerful flashlights, tactical grappling hooks... They were now fully armed!
The captain of the five-member Reserve Team had been switched from the original Number One and Number Two, with Number Two now becoming Number One, so the current Number One was the captain.
Landon Fury knew he had to undertake this mission, and without his usual backup, but he had made many preparations for it, such as rediscovering the ferocity he once had fighting in gangs.
Even if nearly twenty years of living in luxury had diminished many of his abilities, a little retraining would bring them back.
Don't forget, he used to be known as "Ruthless Brokeback Mountain" in the gang world.
He wore a custom bulletproof vest that almost completely covered him, and his face was protected by a defensive helmet and mask. While his overall equipment wasn't as comprehensive as the five-member Special Reserve Team's, don't forget that his physical fitness couldn't compare to theirs either; at most, he could carry only a quarter of their weight.
But Landon Fury was very confident about this mission, not only because Wizard had decided to participate in this containment operation, but also because Wizard had temporarily lent him his magical items.
A special submachine gun that didn't need bullets but could fire on its own, and contained two magazine modes: one for explosive bullets and one for armor-piercing bullets, both incredibly terrifying.
There was absolutely no other weapon on the market more special than this one. According to Wizard, the gun's name was the Living Gun, and it only needed a cup of milk to replenish all its magazines.
Of course, this might take time, but Landon Fury felt that he might not use all the bullets during this containment operation.
Everyone stood at attention, their gaze fixed in one direction: their top boss, the President of the SCP Foundation, the mysterious and formidable Wizard, Wizard Wang Ya!
"I'm afraid our planned containment strategy has some slight discrepancies, but these minor differences are not enough for us to cancel this containment plan!"
Wang Ya said with a serious expression, and the atmosphere in the entire room became very heavy.
After all, this was the five-member Special Reserve Team's, and the SCP Foundation's, first containment mission. Failure was absolutely unacceptable. No matter what, they had to ascertain the true nature of Pennywise the Dancing Clown, or find information about another space-time distorter.
Based on the system's prompt, Wang Ya was very certain that the new space-time distorter was present because of Pennywise the Dancing Clown, so that space-time distorter must now be in contact with Pennywise.
Given this, while the original containment plan might have some slight discrepancies, overall, there shouldn't be any major problems.
After all, Wang Ya had foreknowledge of Pennywise the Dancing Clown's information and his weaknesses. With the unknown becoming known, his danger and terror levels were greatly reduced.
Thus, he continued to implement the containment plan. After all, the plan had been formulated after much deliberation and consideration of many situations, including Pennywise's cage, his SCP containment facility, which had already been built.
"What was originally considered one target might now be two targets; a new unstable factor has appeared!"
Wang Ya said somewhat gravely, "So this containment plan requires more modifications than originally planned, and the danger level will also be greatly increased!"
"But no matter what, all of us must remember this: rationality, absolute calmness, and absolutely correct judgment are needed to face any sudden situations, any sudden circumstances. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Sir, we understand!"
The five-member Reserve Team, including Landon Fury, said in unison, their voices strong and clear.
After an extensive search and exploration mobilized by the Landon Group, Wang Ya had gathered a lot of information, even at the cost of at least ten elite intelligence agents from the Landon Group.
After all, with the power of the Landon Group, thoroughly investigating the entire Gotham City was an incredibly difficult task, especially with many other special forces at play.
According to the collected information, the Joker must have a connection with Pennywise the Dancing Clown, as many detailed pieces of information showed that some members of the Red Hood Gang specifically placed red balloons in certain locations, with a strange smiling face painted on them.
And often, the presence of red balloons also indicated the arrival of Pennywise the Dancing Clown.
This clearly showed that the two Jokers must have reached some secret agreement, followed by a saying that spread through the underworld later on.
"Fear and madness, each takes half; the day is mine, and the night is yours!"
This statement was made by the Joker, and its meaning was very clear: madness was the Joker's best manifestation, while fear naturally only represented Pennywise the Dancing Clown.
It had been confirmed that most of the red balloons were hovering around residential buildings near Grant Park, and the missing children cases involved were also reported from that area.
The most obvious sign was that the parents themselves didn't even notice, nor did they report it to the police; instead, they denied having that child.
Pennywise could alter adults' memories, and the disappearances of those children were indeed related to him. The most likely scenario was that, like Louis, the initial victim, they were brutally murdered and eaten.
Wang Ya had formulated two containment plans. Given the sudden appearance of another space-time distorter, this containment plan would likely have to shift to the second one, which was primarily exploratory, focusing on containing Pennywise the Dancing Clown with all his might.
Pennywise, whose information was already known, was relatively easier to deal with. The difficult part was the other sudden space-time distorter; not knowing its information introduced many unknowns. However, considering some practical factors, Wang Ya still decided to implement this containment plan.
"Repeat the most important thing I just said!"
Wang Ya said sternly to the six people in front of him.
"Face any sudden situation with the most rational and correct judgment, and implement the formulated containment plan!"
The six people said in unison!
"Very good, the plan will commence tonight..."
However, as Wang Ya spoke, Landon Fury's expression subtly changed. His phone in his pocket rang, seemingly indicating an urgent matter.
Landon Fury didn't answer the phone but looked at Wang Ya. This call was unusual; only the most urgent matters would come through, which was why Landon Fury carried it.
Such urgent matters could be similar to the Landon Group being suppressed from all sides, reaching a stage of near collapse.
The other possibility concerned the matter entrusted by Wizard.
After seeing Wizard signal him to answer the phone, Landon Fury finally picked up the call.
Two minutes passed, and Landon Fury's expression was very serious, also showing shock from the news conveyed over the phone.
Hanging up the phone, Landon Fury looked at Wang Ya.
"Is there anything urgent?"
Wang Ya asked with some curiosity.
"Wizard, an emergency situation has suddenly occurred here, which may be highly related to our containment mission. It concerns Grant Park."
Landon Fury took a deep breath and said.
"The initial eyewitness who saw Pennywise the Dancing Clown, she has disappeared, including her parents. Their traces cannot be found anywhere, and their house is empty, as if they vanished into thin air!"
"Our people were monitoring that eyewitness, but they never saw them leave the house. So, our agents went in to check, and upon checking, they indeed found the problem!"
"Missing!"
Wang Ya's eyes narrowed, his mind deep in thought, pondering many things.
After a long while, Wang Ya finally said, "This containment operation will proceed as planned, with an additional directive: go to the place where the eyewitness disappeared, which is her home!"
Her home was not far from Grant Park, so it should not conflict with the SCP Foundation's containment plan.
Suddenly, Landon Fury's phone rang again. Everyone exchanged glances, but Wang Ya still signaled Landon Fury to answer it.
However, this time, Wang Ya's gaze was somewhat strange; he felt a hint of vigilance and suspicion.
His suspicion was not directed at Landon Fury, but at the person on the other end of the line.
Two calls made consecutively at the same time, with only a five-minute interval.
Wang Ya meticulously caught this strange detail; he never forgot the rationality he should maintain.
Landon Fury continued to answer the phone, but this time he put it on speakerphone.
Soon, a voice came through the phone.
"Report, the missing people are back. The eyewitness and his parents have returned to their room. It turns out they weren't missing; they were just staying in the basement, but they also discovered me!"
"The excuse I gave was that I was a community service investigator, specifically here to check on their living situation. They told me that a strange person in red clothes, with egg-yellow pupils and clown makeup, had been harassing them while they lived, and even had the impulse to harm them. That clown is a monster, and they were scared, so they all hid in the basement..."
Soon the call was cut off. Everyone in the room remained silent, their gaze fixed on their backbone, Wizard Wang Ya.
Wang Ya's face showed gravity. This wasn't right, very wrong. The situation Landon Fury described earlier was that those people had disappeared, and hadn't been seen leaving the house. The agents went in to check and specifically reported what they found.
Then, just five minutes later, another call came, the content completely different, even opposite. The eyewitness and parents hadn't disappeared; they had just hidden in the basement out of fear due to Pennywise's harassment.
Although, overall, there was nothing wrong with this statement, and it was indeed a very plausible motive, it was precisely because there was nothing wrong with it that Wang Ya was suspicious!
Moreover, another call came just five minutes later, specifically to report this matter...
Additionally, just five minutes later, another call came in, specifically to report this matter…
Wang Ya couldn't shake the feeling that there was something subtly off, something very wrong about it.
Perhaps the situation over there wasn't as simple as described on the phone, and even the scout Landon Fury sent…
Don't forget, the phone call mentioned that the scout entered the witness's house to search.
This alone rendered the so-called information transmitted from there useless.
To be safe, this phone absolutely cannot be used from now on; you cannot trust any message coming from that side.
Wang Ya glanced at Landon Fury, who nodded, threw the phone into the trash, and then pulled out a new one from his pocket.
Who said he only sent one scout? What kind of power does the Landon Group wield? It wouldn't be so meager as to have only one scout.
Landon Fury had sent a total of five scouts, each unaware of the others' identities, and none knew that the others were also observing the witness's house.
Since one was no longer trustworthy, they would see what the other four reported!
However, when Landon Fury tried to call, he found that he couldn't get through to any of them, as if everyone on that side had lost contact!
It was the same for every scout… At this point, everyone roughly understood the situation: there really was a problem over there.
Suddenly, Landon Fury's phone rang. Just as he was about to answer, Wang Ya's expression subtly changed, feeling an inexplicable sense of foreboding, and he stopped Landon Fury from answering.
Landon Fury also realized the crucial point; he had just actively tried to call, but none of the scouts had answered, yet now a call was coming in from that side.
Just thinking about it felt wrong!
"I'm afraid all our scouts have been wiped out. The enemy is more alert than we imagined, and it's very likely they've found the first witness. Our original containment plan will also need to be temporarily revised," Wang Ya said thoughtfully.
The others silently listened to Wang Ya's words… Soon, time passed like that!
…
Recently, Gotham City had been experiencing an unusual amount of stormy weather. It was night, the cold wind howled, and heavy rain poured down. The entire city was veiled in a hazy ripple, giving it a somewhat dreamlike quality.
One could smell the fresh, damp air, and naturally, there was a chill. The streets were also muddy.
Midnight!
The Gotham City clock tower chimed on time, but most of Gotham City's residents were already asleep, except for a small group of people who were still waiting for the bell to ring.
A fully armed gang of about 12 members aggressively entered a certain area.
This was not their territory; they were from another gang, instructed from above to invade here.
To be precise, they were more like mercenary-type gang members; they fought for whoever paid them.
Coincidentally, they had received financial support from a mysterious person, with the condition that they attack the gang in this area at this very moment.
The name of this gang was also well-known in the underground world: the Strange Circus. Especially the leader of the Strange Circus, Professor Pig Face, who was a prominent figure in the underground world.
Unfortunately, their faction was different; if paid, they would even consider taking on a president, of course, they generally wouldn't do such crazy things, because the price to pay and the impact caused would be too severe.
It did not align with the wishes of the larger power behind their faction!
The leader of their 12-person group was a burly man with long hair and a mask covering his face.
The most peculiar thing was his arm, which was not a human arm, but a mechanical one!
This new group was well-trained and disciplined, all listening to their leader's command, and the leader himself was expressionless, not uttering a single word.
It seemed their plan had already been set when the mission began, and they only needed to follow it through.
Completing this mission would secure the subsequent funding from the mission giver.
"Cut off one head, and another will grow. Hail Hydra!" In a secluded street corner, having fully entered the territory of the Strange Circus gang, what appeared to be the second-in-command of the squad shouted these words to everyone.
Except for the leader, everyone else chanted along, their expressions fervent.
However, the leader remained expressionless, his eyes cold and filled with the killing intent of a seasoned warrior.
The second-in-command's name was Frank. He glanced at the leader. On the surface, the leader seemed to be the one giving orders to the team, but in reality, Frank was the true power holder and the real captain of the team.
The current leader was merely a temporary helper parachuted in for this mission, as they had to deal with the Strange Circus, and its leader, Professor Pig Face, was a very troublesome individual.
However, given the large amount of funding they received, they grudgingly accepted this tricky mission.
After all, it was only an attack tonight to inflict some losses on the Strange Circus, enough to sting but not to cripple them.
He carefully scrutinized this helper sent from above, who was rumored to be the organization's most terrifying assassin and a cold-blooded war machine.
His name was Winter Soldier!!
Unfortunately, the other party completely ignored everyone, merely following the mission plan in his mind.
He was also taciturn, a fact Frank knew was due to the organization's special training.
But this was good; this was the organization's most obedient Winter Soldier, a very effective and handy killing weapon.
"Let's go, continue with the mission!" Frank gave the order, leading everyone into the Strange Circus's territory.
They were fully armed, and their firearms and ammunition were no ordinary kind, but specially developed and customized weapons, two to three times more powerful than ordinary guns, and also equipped with grenades, incendiary bombs, explosive bombs, and armor-piercing rounds.
However, one troublesome aspect was the need for frequent ammunition changes, and they could only fire one round at a time.
If it weren't for their branch organization's financial difficulties, and if the higher-ups hadn't allocated funds, they wouldn't have taken on such a troublesome mission, especially one involving difficult individuals.
Fortunately, the leader of the branch organization had entrusted headquarters to send a super soldier to assist temporarily during this mission.
Around 1 AM!
The city was still enveloped in silence, incredibly dreamlike in the tranquil night. The lingering mist after the shower still made people nostalgic. If a poetic artist were here, they would likely paint a picture of Gotham City in the rain.
But this silence could not last forever. The next moment, a piercing explosion echoed through the sky, followed by fierce firepower and attacks. This area of Gotham City was plunged into chaos, breaking the rare quiet atmosphere.
Splash!
Rain boots stepped through, splashing up the accumulated water on the road. Bullets, accompanied by rising flames, sent shell casings dropping into the water.
This special operations team had extremely fierce firepower, especially under the leadership of the burly man known as the Winter Soldier. They advanced like a broken bamboo, as if entering an unmanned territory.
Although the enemy's firepower was also swift, they could only retreat steadily under the special firearms and ammunition of the Winter Soldier's team.
Frank's face was grim. He pulled a specially made magazine from his waist, loaded it into a grenade launcher, secured it in the groove, and fired at the building opposite, which resembled a last-century watchtower.
This watchtower was located at the very front of the Strange Circus, responsible for vigilance and asserting territorial ownership. Entering the watchtower's range meant entering the true base camp of the Strange Circus.
Boom!
Brilliant fireworks lit up the entire night, directly hitting the watchtower. Endless light and heat destroyed everything, completely pulverizing the small building. The people inside had already become bloody, mangled paste.
"Intruder... Intruder..."
The Strange Circus's base camp was itself a giant tent, similar to circuses of the last century. The largest tent was the main one, with numerous smaller sub-tents.
But at this moment, everyone in every tent was stunned by the sudden attack, and the whole place was in a state of extreme panic.
An endless stream of people poured out from the various tents to confront the intruders.
A Molotov cocktail was shot into one of the tents, and flames blazed. Compared to the chaos outside, inside a relatively secluded but clearly heavily guarded tent, various complex instruments were placed, along with many cages. Inside the cages were numerous restless Hundred-fold Twins.
Professor Pig Face was conducting an experiment. Based on the four Hundred-fold Twins he had cultivated, he was trying to see if further combinations were possible.
He had captured the entity calling itself the Clown Doll and studied it for a long time without making any significant discoveries; it was purely just the structure of some plush toy.
Perhaps the focus should still be on the Dancing Clown who called itself Pennywise.
Professor Pig Face had a plan: to capture Pennywise and force it to reveal its methods.
However, for now, he had to focus on the fusion of the four Hundred-fold Twins. He was highly knowledgeable, possessed a wealth of information, excelled in scientific research, and was also a master psychologist. In a past period, he had researched human mental issues, including some specializations in human anatomical structures.
He was currently adjusting a potion, a result obtained after catalyzing the four Hundred-fold Twins. He was further purifying the potion to enhance its efficacy.
"Perhaps I can call this potion the 'New Human Perfect Potion'!"
Professor Pig Face's low voice echoed within the spacious tent. Behind him were four cages, containing the four Hundred-fold Twins: Lion King, Leopard Head, Eagle Zuo, and Spider Woman.
He had heard the commotion outside the Strange Circus, but he paid no attention to it. As long as it didn't disturb his experiment, it was fine.
However, while he didn't care at the moment, that didn't mean he would allow such behavior to continue unchecked.
His gaze fell on a corner of the tent where there was the largest cage, covered by a curtain, obscuring what was inside.
But as Professor Pig Face approached it, he could hear deep breaths, and the sound fluctuated greatly, as if from some large animal.
"There are always some restless fellows. It seems I must make them suffer!"
Professor Pig Face said, somewhat displeased. He wasn't concerned about the sudden attack, but rather the huge commotion it caused, which would surely alert that guy.
That damned, annoying Dark Knight, who considers himself Gotham City's hero, Batman!
"Go, my Hundred-fold Twin, go deal with those people!"
As the curtain was pulled back, the monster inside the cage revealed itself. It was a colossal creature, six meters tall, covered in rough, hard skin and uneven scales. Its head was a deformed skull with flattened bones, and its mouth was full of sharp fangs.
Overall, it looked like a Crocodile Man!
"My greatest research achievement to date, my darling, Rexton, it's time for your debut!"
"But before that, you'll need some weapons, and you'll need the potion I specially formulated for you!"
Professor Pig Face pressed a switch, and soon a syringe extended into the cage, injecting the Crocodile Man's body through its weakest point; it couldn't penetrate areas with scales.
The Crocodile Man had been in a state of slumber, but after the injection of the potion, it instantly became berserk, its eyes bloodshot, filled with gore, slaughter, and an unhidden bestiality.
Professor Pig Face's gaze fell on a weapon hanging on the wall: it had blades on both sides and a handle in the middle, with a slight curve overall, crafted from special metal, making it extremely hard and sharp.
Professor Pig Face opened the cage. Under the influence of the psychotropic potion, the Crocodile Man was as obedient as a dog.
"Go, Rexton, slaughter, fight, eliminate those intruders!"
...
At the same time, with such a huge commotion, the Gotham City Police Department also received emergency calls. Commissioner Gordon had no choice but to get out of bed, put on his police uniform, and gather his Officers to rush to the scene of the gunfight.
This was simply too outrageous! A gunfight had broken out within the urban area of Gotham City, even involving heavy weapons like grenades and machine guns... Most importantly, it wasn't far from the wealthy district, disturbing the high-society celebrities and rich people, who were frantically calling him, demanding he handle it quickly. If it wasn't handled well, this year's, no, perhaps even three consecutive years' funding influx would face significant problems.
They were dedicated police Officers, protecting the people of Gotham City, but that didn't mean they didn't get paid...
Damn it, what kind of bastards are these, daring to launch such a large-scale firefight at this time!"
Commissioner Gordon, accompanied by most of the Gotham City Police Department Officers, sped towards the scene in their patrol cars, guns blazing.
Eighteen police cars, sirens blaring, traversed Gotham City, waking countless people. However, compared to what had already happened, this minor disturbance was irrelevant.
Commissioner Gordon's face was extremely grim, even furious. Of all places to fight, they had to choose right next to those high-society elites. If things escalated, his salary for five consecutive years might be gone, and the Gotham City Police Department would lose its funding. The firearms and the latest bulletproof vests they had planned to acquire would likely also be out of the question.
This was something he absolutely could not allow. Without funding, how could the Gotham City Police Department continue to fight criminals and protect the safety of Gotham City residents?
As Commissioner Gordon drove, preoccupied with his thoughts, leading the Gotham City Police Department convoy, they had just crossed a large bridge—the Vince Finkel Bridge, which marked the border between the Diamond District and the Burnley District. They had to cross this bridge to reach the other area.
Their destination, the site of the battle, was in the Grant Park area of the Burnley District, even further in.
Louis E. Grieve Memorial Middle School.
The convoy led by James Gordon had arrived here. Not far ahead was the scene of the battle. As he passed this school, a subtle movement caught Commissioner Gordon's attention, and he quickly reacted, his expression changing drastically.
"Enemy attack! Everyone, get out of the cars!"
Whoosh!
Boom! An endless wave of light and heat swept around the convoy. The terrifying explosion blew up at least three cars, leaving widespread wails of agony. Blood gradually flowed from the completely deformed vehicles, and shattered glass and broken car parts were everywhere.
The Officer in the passenger seat was completely crushed beyond recognition by the damaged machinery, blood continuously gushing out.
Commissioner Gordon scrambled out of the vehicle, his face incredibly dark. A cut on his forehead bled continuously, but he said nothing, only glaring fiercely in one direction.
It was the school's rooftop, where a dozen figures stood. The leader wore a strange suit, had green hair, and although his appearance wasn't entirely clear, Commissioner Gordon recognized him the moment he saw him.
His lifelong nemesis! The Joker!!
Damn it, The Joker actually attacked them. Why…
Commissioner Gordon, being an experienced Officer for many years, immediately connected it to the fundamental reason for their current operation. Could The Joker be trying to stop them because of that gang war?
But no matter what the situation was, they were clearly held up and couldn't get there as quickly as possible.
…
Thump thump thump!
The ground trembled as if a behemoth had emerged from within. Each step caused such terrifying vibrations.
"Damn it, what the hell is happening, what's going on?!"
Frank said, exasperated. He drew his dagger and slit the throat of an enemy who had crept up on him.
At this moment, he was leading his team members, establishing a defensive line.
They fiercely blocked the Strange Circus's entrance and exit, forcing the enemies to engage them only through this point. They hadn't delved deep, their intention merely to empty their magazines and then retreat.
Originally, things were going well. They were responsible for long-range suppressive fire, preventing the enemies from charging. Even if enemies managed to flank them from other areas, they were small, individual numbers, easily dealt with by the Winter Soldier, the super-soldier sent by the organization.
But now, the situation had suddenly changed. Those fearless enemies abruptly stopped attacking and no longer charged blindly, seemingly waiting for something.
What were they waiting for?
Soon, Frank saw it, and immediately uttered an elegant phrase: "Holy crap, what the hell is that?!"
From deep within the Strange Circus camp, the figure of a behemoth charged out at an incredibly fast speed, crashing through everything in its path. It held a strangely shaped metal greatsword, and anything that stood in its way was utterly pulverized.
It was six meters tall, its entire body covered in hard scales. Its head was a flattened, elongated, crocodile-like snout, and its two blood-red eyes were filled with savagery and bestiality.
"No way, where did the Strange Circus get this monster? Half-human, half-beast? What insane technology!"
Frank looked at the Crocodile Man monster with a mix of awe and fear. The aura it exuded was not simple.
Roar!
The monster came to an open space and roared at the vast night sky. It actually spoke human words, and its chosen target was Frank's group.
"White meat, dark meat, all good meat…"
"I'm going to tear you all to shreds… Roar…"
The Crocodile Man named Rexton charged towards Frank's defensive line.
"Concentrate fire on that big guy!!"
Frank's pupils constricted. He knew they absolutely could not let this monster break through their defensive line. Once it did, they wouldn't be able to hold it, and the mission would fail.
Immediately, all the team members' firearms were aimed at the Crocodile Man. Fierce firepower was unleashed upon the Crocodile Man. Even their modified bullets, which had more penetrating and armor-piercing power compared to ordinary bullets, still couldn't break through the tough, scaly hide on the Crocodile Man's body, only sparking off it repeatedly.
It's not working…
Frank looked at the Winter Soldier, who stood beside him expressionless and silent. He looked at his strong muscles, then at the Crocodile Man's massive body, wondering in his mind if the Winter Soldier could defeat such a monster!
But whether he could win or not, he had to be sent out. This mission had to be completed. Their heavy weaponry had already been used up during the first wave of attacks on the Strange Circus, otherwise, it wouldn't have caused such extensive damage, leaving at least a quarter of the Strange Circus camp in ruins.
But it wasn't enough; at least half of the camp still needed to be destroyed…
The best way now is to send the Winter Soldier to deal with the Crocodile Man. As a super soldier sent by the organization's headquarters, Frank felt that he should at least be able to withstand a few blows.
They also had to take this opportunity to intensify their destruction of the Strange Circus's camp, striving to complete the conditions required for this mission within the time the Winter Soldier was occupied with the Crocodile Man.
Frank put away his gun stock and gun mount, then said to the Winter Soldier, "You go stop that monster, and we'll take care of the rest of the mission requirements."
He led his team members to retreat to both sides, leaving the stage for the Winter Soldier and that monster.
The Winter Soldier naturally had no reaction. He looked at the Crocodile Man with an expressionless face, full of numbness, but his murderous aura still showed through.
He was a battle-hardened veteran, a mass murderer, and one of the organization's more powerful super soldiers.
Thump thump thump!
With the trembling of the earth, the Crocodile Man had already broken through all defenses. When Frank and his team's bullets had no effect on the Crocodile Man's skin, it meant he was about to show his most terrifying side.
A sharp, pointed metal greatsword swung towards the short man who was staring blankly at him. Rexton's eyes were filled with bloodthirsty rage; he seemed to foresee a burst of blood blooming in the night.
Roar!
He was destined to bring slaughter!
However, a clear sound of metal colliding echoed. He felt his right hand meet immense resistance; that short man had actually caught his blow with his right hand.
The blood-red in Rexton's eyes surged even more. His madness could no longer be contained, especially when he failed to cleave the short man in half with one strike. He was desperate to see blood.
His massive size brought terrifying strength. Rexton hissed, pulling back his greatsword and then swinging it down again.
The Winter Soldier's gaze remained unchanged. His right arm, made of an unknown material, was able to clash head-on with the metal greatsword without any damage, instead causing several nicks in the greatsword.
Facing the Crocodile Man's renewed attack, he accurately found the trajectory of the strike. His metal right arm firmly gripped the metal greatsword and began to stalemate with the Crocodile Man.
One side, a colossal creature reaching six meters in height, and the other, a white male only about one point eight meters tall. The comparison showed a huge disparity, yet even so, the Winter Soldier could compete with the Crocodile Man in strength.
It was as if a terrifying power and potential were hidden within his body, comparable to the Crocodile Man's size and strength.
[Note: Official height is 1.75 meters. I've made modifications; some characters need to be strengthened, some weakened!]
"Rexton is very angry... I am destined to bring slaughter... I am a New Human..."
The Crocodile Man completely lost his remaining trace of calmness. His entire mind was thoroughly dominated by bestiality and madness. Wielding the metal greatsword in his hand, he had only one thought: to tear apart the small figure in front of him.
The metal greatsword continuously collided with the Winter Soldier's metal arm, strike after strike. Each blow was well-defended by the Winter Soldier, as if all his attacks were seen through by the Winter Soldier. Such watertight defense was truly remarkable.
Each of the Winter Soldier's defenses seemed ingrained in his muscles. No matter where he was attacked, he could react instinctively and then counterattack.
Splash splash!
The rain, which had shown signs of stopping, had gradually intensified at some point, accompanied by gathering dark clouds, lightning, and thunder.
Boom!
A flash of lightning illuminated the scene in the dark night. The Winter Soldier's eyes were incredibly cold, meeting the Crocodile Man's violent, bloodshot eyes. Killing intent instantly filled the surroundings, making the atmosphere heavy.
The next moment, the two figures continued to battle in the rain.
...
On the other side, Frank led his squad members into the Strange Circus.
They continuously used their firearms to kill and harass enemies, while also throwing Molotov cocktails onto tent after tent. Soon, flames began to spread, and more tents were burned.
Such a situation was naturally unacceptable to the enemy. More and more enemies surrounded them from all directions. The muzzle flashes from the bullets seemed to turn night into day.
As an elite squad within the organization, they had participated in countless dangerous missions, big and small, and could certainly be described as battle-hardened. However, the current situation was also quite critical, as they were in the enemy's main base, and the enemies were not weak sheep.
Soon, some of their members were wounded, and one even died there.
Watching their comrades die, there was no change in emotion in any of their eyes. They only continuously pulled triggers, reloaded magazines, sought cover, and threw the tactical grenades from their waists.
This was the meaning of the organization's most elite unit!!
Frank had a bloodstain on his face, a wound left by a bullet that grazed his cheek.
He glanced at the burning situation of the Strange Circus camp. Almost, almost. A few more tents, and the mission could be considered complete.
...
Grant Park!
Some inexplicable and bizarre changes appeared here. Dense red balloons filled every corner of Grant Park, easily causing trypophobia. And on each of those balloons, a human face was drawn, a brilliant smile, but no matter how one looked at it, that smile seemed so eerie, so fake.
Not only above Grant Park, but even in the sewers of Grant Park, red balloons were densely piled up.
Creak creak!
Sounds like the twisting of puppet joints echoed through Grant Park. A manhole cover in a sewer was opened, then a puppet jumped out, then another puppet jumped out... A total of five puppets emerged.
Each puppet had a different appearance, but all wore clown makeup, with evil and ugly smiling faces that made one's heart pound.
They climbed out of the sewer, then worked together to lift the manhole cover and close the sewer.
At the moment the sewer was closed, through the dark gap, one could seemingly glimpse a fleeting, numerous array of things inside.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side, a unique squad of seven people, led by a young man who looked only sixteen or seventeen, was stealthily passing through...
The red balloon drifted higher and higher in the cold wind, until it exploded with a bang above Gotham City due to pressure changes caused by the cold air, seemingly accompanied by a faint, sharp laugh.
Tonight, Gotham City was in an uproar!
At least Pennywise was very satisfied with the current situation; otherwise, he wouldn't have had his beloved Commissioner Gordon disturb the situation there. He was quite happy to do so, all to make Gotham City more lively.
Additionally, he also had his own plans. The attack on the Strange Circus by that unknown organization came very suddenly, but he figured since someone had already taken over his mischief, he might as well go with the flow and use this opportunity to implement his own plans.
"Pennywise, your conspiracy will not succeed…"
Commissioner Gordon's face was resolute. He drew the pistol from his waist. Even though his face was covered in blood and his vision was somewhat blurry, the gun in his hand remained steady, pointed at Pennywise.
The Officer convoy had been attacked, and five Officers had been sacrificed. However, under Commissioner Gordon's command, the remaining Officers gathered together, using the school wall as cover, and confronted Pennywise's side.
The dark muzzles of their guns were full of deadly danger, as if a full-blown firefight could erupt at any moment.
"Hahaha… My dear Commissioner Gordon… You are still so adorable…"
Pennywise couldn't help but laugh maniacally, his mouth stretching wide. He knew James Gordon seemed to have misunderstood something, but why would he bother explaining such boring things?
"Whatever your schemes and tricks may be, I, James Gordon, will stop you today! Evil will never triumph over justice. Your only outcome is to be locked away in Blackgate Penitentiary for all eternity!"
Thump!
A bullet was fired at Commissioner Gordon. Pennywise did it. The attack came so suddenly; without a word, he just opened fire.
However, Commissioner Gordon was agile and had sharp eyesight. Seeing Pennywise pull the trigger, he quickly ducked behind cover, thus narrowly escaping harm.
But this shot was the fuse. Pennywise's Red Hood Gang began to spread their firepower, covering the area, and the Gotham City Police Department members were not to be outdone, firing their guns and ammunition as if they were free.
Anyway, they really didn't have to pay for it; all the supplies were purchased with funds donated by elite magnates from various industries to the Gotham City Police Department.
As long as they were on this land, they were taxpayers!!
…
The Gotham City Police Department was held back by Pennywise at the school, unable to spare any extra personnel to join the battle at the Strange Circus.
And the battle at the Strange Circus was far from over; in fact, it was becoming a stalemate.
Frank's face was grim as he watched the endless stream of enemies pouring in. He hadn't expected so many enemies to be hidden inside the Strange Circus tents, and there were even a few strange mutated creatures, half-human, half-beast.
They were exactly like the Crocodile Man. Frank's gaze shifted to the Winter Soldier's battlefield behind him.
The Winter Soldier could actually fight that behemoth to a standstill; this was a pleasant surprise Frank hadn't expected. It seemed things weren't too bad, and there was still a chance to salvage the situation.
The success rate of this mission was still above 70%, but for now, they were temporarily held up. However, similarly, the Strange Circus forces were also held up and couldn't break free.
…
Neat and orderly footsteps gradually emerged from the darkness. A group of seven, Wang Ya leading the Special Reserve Team, the team for this containment plan, arrived one kilometer from Grant Park.
Landon Fury hadn't participated in such an intense and thrilling battle for many years, making him appear particularly nervous and uneasy, especially when facing those unreasonable supernatural beings, where a single mistake could cost him his life.
He hadn't forgotten the terrifying SCP containment object in the SCP underground base, the concrete monster codenamed SCP-173.
Even when cleaning its enclosure, D-class personnel would be sacrificed. If Wizard hadn't produced another magical item, a mysterious coffin filled with magical power that could replicate humans, there probably wouldn't have been enough D-class personnel in the SCP underground DJ.
That mysterious coffin also seemed to be an SCP containment object. Wizard had once mentioned its specific function: it could replicate humans, even copying their moral values, personalities, and even memories, making it a good way to supplement the SCP Foundation's personnel.
But similarly, for now, the good gets better, and the bad gets worse. It is only used for the replication of D-class personnel and facility guards. The former is to address the shortage of D-class personnel, and the latter is to supplement the insufficient staff in the SCP underground base.
With the passage of time, this will gradually improve. For now, the SCP underground base is already operating very well.
"According to intelligence from our scouts, most of our information has probably been obtained by the other party. However, this information belongs to the Landon Group, so the other party's precautions are likely directed at the Landon Group."
Wang Ya said.
"Regarding this, what we need to pay attention to is that the other party might not know the full extent of the SCP Foundation. This gives us a great deal of unknown and mystery, which is crucial for the success of our containment plan."
Wang Ya continued, and the others listened quietly.
"Whether it's any kind of battle or any kind of mission, the key to success lies in obtaining information. There's an ancient saying in the East: 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated.' This saying is very true; only by knowing the specific situation of the enemy can we have a greater chance of success."
"One of the known entities is Pennywise the Dancing Clown. I have already told you his characteristics and abilities, and I believe you know the methods to deal with him. Now, there is another anomalous supernatural object, very likely gathered with Pennywise the Dancing Clown. This is the unknown factor of the enemy; we do not know what abilities this other supernatural object possesses, or what its information is…"
"But the arrow is on the string, and it must be fired. This containment plan must proceed, even with these uncertainties…"
[Wang Ya: If we don't contain them soon, and more space-time distorters come, I won't be able to handle it. Today, I'm going to fight Pennywise to the death!!]
Gotham City was so lively tonight for a reason; it was all a trap set by Wang Ya to reduce unstable elements.
The containment plan was crucial and could not afford any mistakes.
When Wang Ya entrusted Landon Fury with investigating various situations in Gotham City, he had already learned a lot of information, for example, that there was a Hydra branch in Gotham City, that legendary organization that had existed on Earth for an unknown period of time…
Its power was deeply entrenched, even if it was just a branch in Gotham City!
It just so happened that the investigation revealed that this organization's branch used a relatively neutral force, similar to mercenaries, as its cover.
Pennywise the Dancing Clown's location was in Grant Park, and nearby was the territory of the Strange Circus, which was definitely an unstable element that needed to be stabilized when the containment plan was launched.
So Landon Fury, hiding his identity, issued a mission under this mercenary-like organization's influence, leading to the current situation!
He even accounted for Gotham City's Joker!
Whether Wang Ya designed the conflict with the Gotham City Police Department was hard to say, as such situations were mostly coincidental, and Wang Ya only adopted a 'let's try' attitude, not expecting to actually achieve this delicate balance.
It can only be said that Wang Ya stood in a position of foreknowledge, knowing the secrets of many people in Gotham City, which allowed him to design such a scene.
The unknown is always the most terrifying, always the most unpredictable, but when the unknown loses its mystery and becomes known, it means there is a way to deal with it…
Wang Ya thought of a group of people, a group who dared to pull the gods from the heavens, steal divine fire, and ignite their own divine fire!
Grant Park
The environment here was utterly silent, not a single sound could be heard, only the desolate wind and the rustling of fallen leaves, which also stirred the undulating red balloons, accumulating in dense clusters among the trees, looking quite alarming.
The five members of the Special Reserve Team followed Wang Ya's footsteps to the entrance of Grant Park.
Landon Fury had disappeared at some point; he seemed to have other tasks under Wang Ya's arrangement.
Everyone's gaze looked into the deep, dead silence of Grant Park, where it was dark and black, like a giant abyss mouth waiting for them to enter.
"We must prepare for the worst, that our information has been exposed by Landon Group's spies, but fortunately, only Landon Group was exposed, and those two space-time distorters do not know our specific situation…"
Wang Ya said into the walkie-talkie; he had a small microphone at his ear, a specially made walkie-talkie whose channel would not be interfered with. To be precise, it could adapt to most environments, allowing people on the channel to talk to each other and understand the situation.
"Now we are about to enter Pennywise the Dancing Clown's lair. Remember, the key point we always emphasize is that we must judge any sudden situation in the most rational way!"
"Sir, we understand!"
The group resolutely stepped into Grant Park. The five-person reserve team wore special protective uniforms and were fully armed. Although Wang Ya had a high probability of knowing he would not suffer any fatal harm, for caution, he still wore a bulletproof vest, for no other reason than to feel more at ease!
"So many red balloons!"
Number One said with a serious expression. Indeed, in their sight, red balloons were floating everywhere in Grant Park, blocked by tree crowns, unable to drift into the sky.
Wang Ya's eyes narrowed. He carefully looked at the clustered red balloons, which had a special coating with a painted smiley face. No matter how he looked at it, that smiley face seemed very eerie, as if it were alive.
Suddenly, the eyes of the smiley faces painted on the clustered balloons rotated as if they had come alive, staring intently at Wang Ya and his team, and their mouths curved upwards into a strange smile.
Wang Ya's heart sank. They had already been exposed, but this was within his expectations. After all, Pennywise the Dancing Clown's abilities were very disgusting. His Main unit was an alien monster, a combination similar to a spider and a grasshopper, but he possessed super high intelligence and terrifying alien technology. What was most surprising was that he fed on fear, using fear as his source of power, and with the power of fear, he could unleash some supernatural abilities.
It was normal for those red balloons to do this; presumably, every red balloon was his eye. He could see more information; presumably, every red balloon was his eye, and he could see more information.
With the help of Gotham City's Joker, Pennywise the Dancing Clown had probably already recovered his strength.
However, Wang Ya now had to face not only Pennywise the Dancing Clown but also the new space-time distorter hidden in the dark.
"Incendiary bombs, take care of those red balloons!"
Wang Ya said softly, but his tone carried a chill. Since the opponent's eyes had been discovered, they had to be completely eliminated.
Number Three took out a Molotov cocktail and a bottle of strong, fast-acting alcohol from his waist. The alcohol could instantly expand the flames of the Molotov cocktail to a very large area in the short time it was airborne.
These were specially modified Molotov cocktails. Wang Ya had considered many things for this containment plan, and this was one of them.
The Molotov cocktail exploded in mid-air, and fierce flames instantly spread, covering the entire sky. The clustered red balloons were the fuse; all the balloons did not escape these fierce flames. Even those a little further away instantly exploded under this immense heat.
Above Grant Park, all the red balloons were burned to ashes, but some of the jungle trees were also set on fire. Number Five, already prepared, took out fire extinguishing equipment, and the gradually burning fires were slowly put out.
There was a reason why they attacked Grant Park first instead of going to the witness's residence.
Because Wang Ya guessed that the witness's residence had likely been ambushed, and going there would be walking into a trap. It was better to first wipe out Grant Park, Pennywise the Dancing Clown's lair, and then free up their hands to deal with the space-time distorter at the witness's residence.
Given the Joker's mindset, it was impossible for him not to leave some tricks in his lair. It was even possible that he had hidden some very important things in his sewer lair.
For example, the Joker's Heart!!