"I know, you want to grab SCP-1998 and shoot me the moment you open the box." Two seconds later, Feng Bujue continued, "If I were the one being held hostage, I would also have the same idea." He paused for half a second, "Unfortunately … I'm not."
Before he finished, he took a few steps forward.
"In order to prevent you from doing something stupid, I'll let you know first." Brother Jue continued, "I can tell you clearly … I'm already on guard against your intentions. If you do anything strange, I won't hesitate to respond. " Speaking of this, his tone suddenly had a creepy smile. "… No matter how cold-blooded that 'response' is in the eyes of ordinary people."
"I … I understand …" Dr. Jonathan's voice was trembling. "I … won't … won't … act rashly …"
"Very good." Feng Bujue said, "Open the box, doctor."
Jonathan heard this, gulped, then took the key out of his pocket and inserted it into the lock of the safe.
During this process … his hands were shaking, and so was his body. An animal's instinct when facing a fatal threat made his whole body tense up like an arrow on a bow. Although his concentration had increased a lot because of this, the precision of his movements had decreased. Nervousness and fear made his movements slow and inefficient.
"Are you stalling for time, doctor?" Feng Bujue said, "Does it take that long to open a box?"
"No … I … I just …" Jonathan quickly looked at Brother Jue, shook his head, and denied, "… My hands aren't listening to me."
"Hmph …" Feng Bujue snorted, "You better stop your Kirin Arm from acting up, or I'll break it with one shot."
"I … I know, I'll open it right away." Jonathan hurriedly began to turn the mechanical lock on the safe.
"Oh, right … I don't mind telling you, even if you're stalling for time … it's useless." At this time, Brother Jue glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner of the room. "Assuming the person on the other end of the surveillance camera noticed the situation the moment we entered the room and immediately gave the order to surround us … we still have about three minutes and thirty seconds to be safe."
There was a reason why he was able to give such an accurate number. Three minutes and thirty seconds … it was the shortest time it would take to travel from Laboratory B3 to SCP-1998's containment facility.
When Feng Bujue turned on the communicator and said the first sentence on the public channel, he had already calculated this step at this moment.
Reporting Dr. Jonathan's name and location was both a test and a bait. Brother Jue took Steven's reasoning ability, as well as the time required to execute the order, and other factors into the equation. Earlier, the reason he walked 'leisurely' through the emergency passageway was because he was consciously controlling the 'time'. He was waiting for the security members of Laboratory B3 to gather at the research lab. When they were about to arrive, he would kidnap the doctor and retreat into the passageway. This way, using the technical advantage of the emergency passageway, he could exchange for a certain amount of 'safety time'.
If this game was compared to a chess game, Steven would be able to see the next two to three moves, and Feng Bujue … would be able to see at least five moves.
Based on the information he got from Kozmo, the memory of his previous activities in Laboratory B3, and the information he got from Billy … Brother Jue had already constructed a very complicated calculation model in his mind.
Every step he planned and carried out, as well as the possible changes that might occur after each step, were all calculated using zero time difference calculations. His ability … was very close to ZERO's' prophecy program ', but it was different.
This was because Brother Jue was a 'human', an intelligent life form that lacked 'principles'. The more he lacked principles, the more 'unpredictable' he was and the more 'adaptable' he was.
The key to everything was' choice '.
For various reasons, humans would make choices that went against logic, common sense, correctness, and probability. In the eyes of the AI, these were all 'wrong' and 'unreasonable'. But sometimes, these choices would bring about 'better' results.
If the 'future' calculated by ZERO was a straight road, then the future calculated by Feng Bujue was a river with countless branches … He might not be able to see the exact end, but he could affect the outcome to a large extent.
…
Four minutes later, when Gore and Dan led a group of security members into SCP-1998's containment room, the room was empty.
Gore looked at the surveillance camera that had been shot by the rifle, sighed, and reported, "Sir, we still didn't make it in time … Austin should have taken the doctor into the passageway again."
"I understand." Steven couldn't even get angry because he also knew that there was no point in getting angry at his own people. The current situation was not that there was a problem on their side, it was that the enemy was too cunning …
"Everyone, return to your original duty positions." Several seconds later, Steven calmed himself down. He picked a frequency that Brother Jue could not pick up and ordered the other security members, "Gore, Dan, I need you to lead the emergency team to guard Project B6 immediately. Make sure that the madman doesn't release anything like 236 or 280."
"Yes, sir." After the security team received the order, they each took action.
For the next ten minutes, the entire base was shrouded in a rather oppressive atmosphere.
Feng Bujue was like a stubborn disease lurking in the base. Even though the staff of the foundation knew of his existence, they could not do anything to him in a short period of time. They could only wait for him to appear from the passageway next time before they could respond.
Of course, Steven could not let this situation continue. In fact, not long after he speculated that Brother Jue was using the passageway, he had already contacted the higher-ups.
Soon, a team of three Level 5 security personnel would rush there and take over the command of the facility. They would also be in charge of catching the rat, Rudy Austin.
However …
Steven never expected that twenty minutes after Brother Jue stole SCP-1998, something incredible would happen.
At that moment, the secret door of the B7 surveillance floor opened.
Feng Bujue walked out of the passageway with Billy in one hand and the other hand over his head.
Not far behind Brother Jue was Dr. Jonathan, who was holding an assault rifle and "escorting" Brother Jue forward.
"Hey! Hey! Don't be impulsive, look carefully … "As soon as Feng Bujue came out of the passageway, he was warmly welcomed by all the security personnel on the floor. Dozens of guns were pointed at him." … I have already surrendered, everyone. "
"Do you think we are idiots?" The next second, Steven, who was standing at the front of the crowd, said coldly.
Before he finished speaking, the muzzle in his hand had already turned to Dr. Jonathan behind Brother Jue. "Dr. Jonathan! Please put down your weapon! "
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