The slain serial number 2-711-1 should be resurrected, and it would certainly not be easy to find a small sapling in this large forest, but it was not impossible. And this is not what Galadia and they have to care about, they just need to submit the task, and by the way, they can meet this foundation.

Shortly after returning to town to make a call, a convoy came to the edge of the woods. The convoy consisted of two jeeps, three trucks, and two half-track armored vehicles, bearing the Foundation's name, Special Creature Protection.

Special Creation Preservation Foundation - SCP.

Two men in black suits jumped off the lead jeep and greeted Galadia and the others very politely, holding the internal records.

"Thank you for your active cooperation, and we'll take care of the rest." One man said, "We can easily find the respawned serial number 2-711-1, so don't worry about it escaping." ”

"Can you tell me how you're going to find the little sapling?" Valkyrie asked curiously.

The man in black spread his hands: "I'm sorry, this is confidential. ”

"And what about our rewards?"

"Here." The man in black pulled out a small silver metal rod from his arms, and before he could show it, Valkyrie kicked it out with a single kick.

Galadia caught the metal rod tumbling in the air and retracted into the space. Just now, she had already sensed strong hostility from the two of them, so she quickly notified Valkyrie to attack.

"Einsatzgruppen!" Another man in black shouted. As soon as the words fell, dozens of heavily armed elite fighters jumped out of the trucks in the convoy that came with them, armed with submachine guns, flamethrowers and other weapons, and launched an attack without saying a word.

A dense rain of bullets covered it, and the two men in black were killed on the spot, and Galadia and Valkyrie were beaten to the ground.

Fortunately, Pompey was not present, otherwise they would have been wiped out in this wave.

The raincloth on the truck was torn open, revealing a murderous Makqin heavy machine gun, and the sound of tearing linen immediately roared. The two half-tracks were also equipped with recoilless guns, turning their heads to watch the battlefield with fierce eyes.

The location of the two men in black had turned into a scorched earth, filled with gunsmoke and flying debris.

"Change the magazine!" The captain of the squad raised his fist to signal a ceasefire.

It is no easy task to defeat the humans with serial number 2-711-1, and if they can't be controlled in the first place, they will be killed, even if it means sacrificing two C-class agents to do so.

The silver metal rod taken out by the black-clad detective is a powerful glare lighting device that can instantly burst out with intense light to stimulate the human brain, causing short-term blindness and dizziness.

This kind of device is naturally very effective for ordinary people, but it is a joke for contractors with super crisis awareness. Galadia and Valkyrie rushed into the ravine beside them and disappeared without a trace.

"Sergeant, go over and have a look." The captain gestured. SCP's Mobile Task Forces are elite units of personnel drawn from various Foundation departments. The task force, which is nearly 100 men disguised as the local National Guard, arrives with heavy weapons and is routinely able to deal with conflicts with highly aggressive individuals.

Within the Foundation, this detachment was known as the "Arsonists", named for their use of weapons such as flamethrowers.

Four soldiers carrying flamethrowers, fuel canisters, and hazmat suits each advanced under the cover of five soldiers.

The strafing left a trail of craters and corpses, but it didn't seem to be able to kill the two women.

The soldiers watched the darkness warily and pushed forward, flashlights fixed to their Thomson submachine guns illuminating the woods not far away, but leaving a large area of darkness still alarming.

The four flamethrower teams had arrived at where Galadia and the others were standing, and had spread out to check around. A sergeant struggled to make out the pitch black ahead, turned to the captain and asked, "Captain, are we going to release that thing?" ”

"Wait. That thing is too much trouble to recycle. The captain of the task force hesitated, but rejected the idea.

As soon as he finished speaking, the task force captain felt a pain in his heart, and when he looked down, he saw a sharp spear piercing his chest, blood dripping down the tip of the spear. The captain only felt that it was dark in front of him.

"Enemy!" The sergeant on the side only had time to scream, and the spear had been pulled out of the fallen captain's body, drawing a semicircle with blood, and the sergeant's head flew into the sky.

The soldiers of the task force who were surrounding turned their heads and opened fire with their guns raised. Valkyrie flashed like a phantom, dodging the dense rain of bullets through the trucks on the side.

"Suppress her!" Immediately after the death of the captain, the lieutenant took command and shouted to the soldiers to gather fire. Before she could finish speaking, an arrow pierced her neck, and the lieutenant immediately went limp.

"Over there!" The other officers were startled and gathered their subordinates to attack in the direction where the feather arrows were fired. At that moment, Valkyrie made a big circle from the truck, accelerated into the crowd, and directly knocked an ensign into the air and rolled twice in mid-air.

"Dada!" The submachine gun fire came and went, mixed with screams and curses one after another. The task force of hundreds of men was attacked from all sides as if it were surrounded by twice as many enemies, and it was already in disarray.

A man in a suit sweated as he opened a large iron lock in front of him. In the armoured wagon, which resembled a cash truck, he was ridden with a huge coffin, with chains tied to it, fastened with huge locks.

"Divisional Commander! Stop! Serial number 2-919-2 is too dangerous! Beside the man, a man dressed as a clerk looked nervously out the window, hesitating whether to stop the fiery divisional commander.

"Less nonsense! Don't you see that these two mutants out there are much more dangerous than Serial Number 2-919-2! The division commander bit his lip, "It was originally used to chase down the treemen, what is the difference between fighting with whom?" ”

"Boom!" Suddenly there was a violent crash inside the coffin, which shook the entire truck three times. The divisional commander was so frightened that he withdrew his hand.

"Boom!" The contents of the coffin slammed again.

Nearing the end of the battle outside, the soldiers on a half-track armored car recklessly turned on the grenade launcher and fired indiscriminately, and one roar after another came into the ears.

The divisional commander stared at the coffin with wide eyes as the explosions outside gradually subsided. There are only 12 rounds of ammunition on the grenade launcher, which should be used up.

"No matter! The whole task force is gone, who cares about this. The divisional commander opened the last lock, and the fist-thick chains fell off the coffin.

The heavy coffin opened a crack, and a foul stench came from inside, accompanied by bursts of heavy breathing.

The divisional commander and clerk slowly moved backwards, looking at the coffin in front of them in horror.

“Wryyyyyyyyy~”

A somewhat shrill voice came from the coffin.

"Run!" The divisional commander turned around and ran. Before he could step out of the carriage, a powerful force sent him flying into the sky.

The Divisional Commander watched in disbelief as his headless body collapsed from the carriage while he slowly fell.