Innsmouth State.

In a printing workshop, red lights flashed and machines were busy running.

Following "Hobbes' End of Horror", horror novel master Sart Kane once again released a new book "In the Mouth of a Madman", which was officially released to the public three days later.

At this moment, the workers in the workshop are as busy as ever. Some are operating the machines, while others are organizing the books, stacking them together, and transporting them to the warehouse.

"Do you read Sart Kane's novels?" a worker asked casually.

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately replied: "Of course, he is the most widely read writer in this century. Is there anyone who hasn't read his books?"

Everyone agreed and gathered together to discuss with enthusiasm. Only one printer wearing a peaked cap did not join in. He was very sensible and knew a lot of inside information——

Kane's books have unimaginable provocative power and can make fans become fanatical and lose their minds.

Also, Hobbes.

HOB, an ancient word meaning devil.

I can't imagine what kind of desperate situation the book fans will be in once this series ends.

Because of this, ten months ago, the SCP Foundation's Condor Federation Branch Headquarters used its power in politics to prevent the publication and sale of the last book in the "Hobbes' Terminal" series.

Unfortunately, the foundation still underestimated the greed of capitalists. They knew that Kane's books had various magical powers, and still chose to help him publish a new book to make him famous.

What's worse is that this time, these people are coming with force and are well prepared.

Most of the top executives of the Condor Federation were either bribed or beguiled, and they turned against each other one after another, launching sanctions against the SCP Foundation and requiring states not to block books with edition numbers from being put on the shelves.

Its subtext is self-evident.

However, the members of the foundation have always kept their original promise——

[While others live in the sun, we must fight them in the shadows and prevent them from being exposed to the public, so that others can live in a sane, ordinary world]

The young man in the peaked cap was originally a logistics worker. After losing contact with the field investigators, they decided to leave the safe house and delay the disaster through violent means such as blasting and arson.

At this moment, he glanced at the supervisors who were participating in the discussion not far away, walked silently to the corner, and dug out the C4 plastic explosive from a pile of debris.

A few minutes later.

The young man wearing a peaked cap pushed a cart of new books and left the workshop. Instead of going to the warehouse, he took out a lighter and burned them all, then turned and rushed towards the next printing factory.

the other side.

Located in the northernmost Binghuang State.

A waiter at a Burger King restaurant received two distinguished guests. They drove a Viper sports car and spent a lot of money. They ordered grilled mushroom beef burgers with abalone sauce for ten people, and also ordered two bottles of ice-cold Happy Water.

These days, rich people all like to eat fast food?

The waiter didn't understand much, but he felt that as long as he could receive a large tip, it would be fine, and there was no need to guess.

"I will call you if necessary."

Rorschach took out a 10 bill from his wallet, handed it over, and sent the other person away.

Seeing this, the waiter bowed to take the tip, nodded with a smile, and then walked quickly to the front desk.

On the side, Lu Li swallowed his beef burger, took a sip of ice cream, and said with a contented face: "Sorry to trouble you, I will double the compensation when the activity funds issued by the foundation arrive."

"What foundation?"

Rorschach put down the burger in his hand and began to ask questions.

In fact, as the top rich second generation of Ice Phoenix State, he doesn't care about money, but wants to know whether this organization is worth working for.

"The organization has regulations and no information can be leaked."

"All right."

The two of them were relatively speechless and began to deal with the food in their respective hands.

Lu Li had not had a proper meal since he entered Cloverfield Mental Hospital, and after traveling for a long time, he was so hungry that his chest pressed against his back, and he wanted to eat a cow alive.

Therefore, when he saw the Burger King sign, Lu Li immediately stopped the sports car and decided to solve the dinner problem here.

Ding dong!

Suddenly, the cell phone rang. Luo Xia subconsciously touched his pocket, but then remembered that Lu Li had pulled out the phone card and thrown it into the haystack on the roadside to prevent him from secretly calling the police. As for the cell phone itself, it was hit by a car tire.

Crushed into powder.

"Probably the communications operator."

Lu Li put down the paper bag and said casually.

After all, after leaving the madhouse, he received a total of three text messages, without exception, all from the operator.

In times of emergency, these communication companies are actually more reliable than the foundation. If you think about it carefully, it is really a kind of black humor.

[This is a text message from ORACLE, CEO of the foundation. On behalf of all executive levels, I issue this emergency order:

All technical experts staying in the Condor Federation should immediately stay away from Innsmouth State and go to the nearest safe house to wait for transfer. All investigators and logistics personnel should disperse immediately after evacuating Innsmouth State and destroy the surrounding areas for use.

, a working printing house, and burned a book called "The Mouth of a Madman".

Notice!

Viewing is prohibited throughout the entire process! Strictly abide by the organizational regulations!]

Through the mobile phone positioning system, the supercomputer discovered Lu Li who was dining in Kerui City, Binghuang State, and compiled a message conveying the highest order from the executive level.

at the same time.

In the central control room of the SCP Foundation, which was tens of thousands of kilometers away, all the senior officials who could make it to the meeting were present. They all stood up and watched Professor Lu enjoy dinner through the projection equipment.

In fact, when the supercomputer discovered that an employee had appeared in the remote and desolate Ice Phoenix State, it immediately alerted the supervisor and ordered technicians to hack the monitoring equipment of the Burger King restaurant.

However, the results did not achieve the expected results.

Lu Li was concentrating on the large beef burger in his hand, drinking happy water, recharging his energy for the next fight, without even looking at his phone.

Of course, even if he received it, he would ignore it. After all, there is a once-and-for-all solution in hand, so why waste time on doing such a thankless task as destroying the printing factory.

The atmosphere in the control room was chilly, but the picture being played on the screen did not suit the situation. Therefore, someone couldn't help but suggest: "How about making a phone call?"

"hold on."

The CEO raised his hand to stop this approach and asked instead: "Have you found out what mission he went there to perform?"

"Exploring an institution called Cloverfield Asylum."

With that said, the data clerk standing by the computer quickly printed out the document and handed it to the bosses.

Logically speaking, such low-level tasks should not appear in such situations. However, there is only one person in Ice Phoenix State, Lu Li. Apart from him, the executive level is faced with the embarrassing situation of having no one to dispatch in the short term.

Soon, the executive officer ORACLE quickly noticed the important point. While banging on the conference table, he murmured: "Sam Neill, from Innsmouth State, has connections with the publishing industry giant..."
Chapter completed!