"What Project 55?" Unexpectedly, Dr. Mara replied, "I don't think we have Project 55 at all."
"Oh … is that so …" Feng Bujue smiled and did not say anything else.
Dr. Mara looked at him with a puzzled look and then left the room.
After the electronic door closed, Brother Jue thought to himself, "It seems that … the power of this project is particularly obvious when it affects NPCs. When she was talking to me about Project 055, she was unknowingly affected … "He tried to pull at the cuffs on his hands and feet, but they could not be opened." This explains why Billy suffered from mental backlash. But there is still a question … "He thought," What was the sound I heard in the corridor? Logically speaking, Project 55 would not fight with anything with cognitive ability … What was that sound … "
His confusion did not last long because the buzzing sound of the electronic door reopening interrupted his train of thought.
"Oh, that was fast." Feng Bujue turned to look at the person.
It was a man in a black suit who looked to be in his fifties. His face was resolute and his eyes were cold. One look and you could tell that he was a powerful character who had been through hundreds of battles.
"Rudy Austin …" The man strode over and sat opposite him. He went straight to the point. "I don't think that's your real name, is it?"
Feng Bujue smiled slightly. "Oh … before asking for someone else's name, shouldn't you first tell me your … hmm …"
Brother Jue was only halfway through his sentence when the man suddenly raised his arm to deliver a punch. It landed squarely on Brother Jue's stomach, causing him to groan in pain.
"I am Kozmo. Nice to meet you," Kozmo said coldly as he retracted his hand.
"Oh …" Brother Jue was not angry. After the tightness in his chest eased a little, he laughed. "You have a very unique way of greeting."
"You haven't answered my question," Kozmo said expressionlessly.
"I am curious …" Feng Bujue said. "If I don't answer your question, what are you going to do to me?"
Kozmo replied calmly, "First, I'll beat you until your stomach bleeds …"
"Oh ~" Feng Bujue seemed to be quite relaxed.
"… As a warm-up." Kozmo's second sentence came a second too late.
"… F * ck!" Brother Jue's second half of the sentence followed closely behind.
"Therefore, I suggest you cooperate obediently." Kozmo continued, "After all, you will have to answer in the end..."
"Hmph … I doubt that." Feng Bujue sneered.
Poof!
The next second, Kozmo raised his hand and threw another punch. This time, it was aimed at Brother Jue's face.
Of course, technically speaking … it was Rudy Austin's face.
"Hiss …" Feng Bujue felt his nose turn sour, and a chill ran down his spine. Soon … two streams of blood flowed down his nose and into his mouth.
"You can pretend to be a tough guy or a lunatic, it doesn't matter …" Kozmo said. "These tricks won't work on me." He paused. "As long as you are still a rational, normal human being, I have a way to make you talk."
"Heh …" Feng Bujue licked the blood between his lips. "Then let's give it a try."
As a result, a series of violent questioning began.
On one side, it was an experienced and cold-blooded Level Five member of the SCP Foundation. As long as it was a mission, he would not hesitate to oppress the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled.
On the other side, it was a player who was fearless, had great endurance, and was not in his own body. He could endure all kinds of atrocities without having to worry about permanent injuries.
This combination of one attacker and one subuser, if they could successfully engage in a duel … it would no doubt be an immortal legend in the interrogation world.
Unfortunately …
"Sir, there's a situation here. It's best if you come take a look."
Kozmo had not even finished warming up when Agent Steven's voice came from his walkie-talkie.
"Okay, I'll be there in a minute." Kozmo picked up the walkie-talkie and then turned to Brother Jue. "This is not over yet, Mr. Austin. I'll be back in a minute …"
"Pfft …" Feng Bujue spat blood on the ground and raised his head with a wicked smile. "Next time you come, you'd better bring some tools. Interrogation with your bare hands is too monotonous. I'm about to fall asleep."
Kozmo stood up and stared at Brother Jue for several seconds. "Okay … you wait here."
With that, he left the room.
"Phew … Son of a bitch …" Once the man left, Brother Jue cursed. "He whipped me for a total of nine minutes … and took away sixty-four percent of my Life Points … Thankfully, he stopped to ask me questions or else I would have lost my life here …" As he grumbled, he tried to move his body to confirm his injury. "Hmm … My bones are fine. Light bruises and bruises are nothing. At most, it'll just hurt a little."
He glanced at the game menu and did not see any abnormal status like bleeding. His Life Points and Stamina Points were recovering at a very slow speed (similar to the physical fitness of a character in a scenario).
"Based on this situation … I won't die anytime soon, but …" Feng Bujue mumbled, "How am I supposed to escape from this situation?"
…
At the same time, outside the interrogation room.
"What's wrong?" Kozmo rushed down the corridor and came to a spacious surveillance room.
This was the security surveillance center of B7.
Once Kozmo entered the room, Steven came forward to welcome him. "Sir, the rehousing of 106 has been completed. It looks like … after he hunted a certain amount of 'prey', he entered 'hibernation mode' on his own. Other than that, the rehousing of 173 has been completed as well. "
"You called me out just to report this?" Kozmo asked in an impatient tone. "If there's nothing else, there's a very important criminal over there that I need to interrogate …" Then he turned to leave.
"No, sir, there's something else." Steven stopped Kozmo and said, "Just now, the members of Nine-Tailed Fox have all left the base."
"Hmm?" Kozmo's expression shifted. "Why? Their work hasn't been completed yet, right? About that … "At this point, he paused like he was trying hard to remember." … the rehousing of Project 055, how are they doing? "
"Er … I've asked that question as well, but they refused to talk about it," Steven replied. "Other than that … everyone, including me, we don't know if Project 055 has returned to the containment system. In fact … we can't be sure if 'it' has escaped the containment system."
"Alright …" Kozmo thought for a while. "Since Nine-Tailed Fox wants to leave, let them go. I think they know what they're doing." As he said that, he subconsciously looked up. "Right, how's the puppet now?"
"It's been put back into the containment system," Steven replied. "But the rehousing report says … it seems to have lost all its abnormal characteristics and has become an ordinary puppet. But at the moment, we can't be sure if this phenomenon is permanent."
"Hmm …" Kozmo nodded thoughtfully. "In my opinion, this could also be a form of disguise."
"I suspect so too, sir," Steven quickly said. "That puppet is very cunning. It's entirely possible that it could create such an illusion to achieve a certain goal."
"Hmm …" Kozmo pondered for a few seconds before asking, "Have Dr. Jonathan and his team members returned to their posts?"
"Yes, they've returned to B3 and are starting work," Steven replied.
"That's good. Let's get them to take Billy to the laboratory for testing," Kozmo continued. Kozmo continued, "If Billy really becomes an ordinary puppet, after the test, it will be labeled as Neutralized (meaning any item that has been destroyed or has lost its special properties, extra dimensions, or adverse effects). Projects of this level should have a memo that records the previous information of the project). Just take it and destroy it. " He adjusted his cuffs and wiped off the bloodstains on them. "Anyway, this is a potential Keter-level project. It's best to take this opportunity to get rid of it."
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