Steven was not stupid. He knew very well that since Brother Jue had SCP-1998 in his hands, it was very likely that Dr. Jonathan was already under his control. As long as he gave the doctor an order similar to "fully assist me in my mission", the doctor would become his loyal minion.
Therefore, Steven's first target was not the unarmed Brother Jue, but Dr. Jonathan, who was armed with an assault rifle.
"Oh, don't shoot, Steven." Dr. Jonathan said and put down his gun. "Don't worry, I'm not brainwashed." As he spoke, he put the assault rifle in his hand on the floor. "I don't care if you believe me or not, I found a chance to subdue him."
"With all due respect, Dr. Jonathan …" Steven's gun was still raised. "Based on what I know about you … I don't believe you." After that, he gestured to the two security personnel on his right, indicating for them to go forward and capture Brother Jue and the doctor.
"Alright … I can understand." Johnathan raised both his hands and had no intention of resisting.
Feng Bujue just stood there, holding the puppet with one hand, expressionless.
Not long after, the two of them were handcuffed behind their backs and forced to kneel on the ground. Four assault rifles were aimed at them from different angles. Billy was taken away by a security personnel and placed on a metal table a few meters away.
"Okay, guys, now that I'm handcuffed, can you listen to me for a moment?" Dr. Jonathan seemed relieved after being subdued. He raised his head and looked at his colleagues around him.
"Don't worry, doctor, I'll have a chance to tell you." Steven stepped forward and replied, "Considering that you were alone with a mind-controlling SCP and a D-class personnel for more than twenty minutes … we have every reason to put you through a standard lie detector and psychological assessment."
"Speaking of the SCP …" Dr. Jonathan said, "It's now in my right pocket."
Upon hearing this, Steven's expression changed slightly. He then gave a look to one of the security team members closest to Jonathan. The security team member understood and immediately walked to the doctor's side, carefully reaching his hand into the pocket of the doctor's white coat.
"It seems that the doctor is not lying." The security personnel successfully took out SCP-1998 and looked at Steven.
"I already said … I'm not brainwashed," Jonathan said. "You'll know if you calculate the time …" He paused and explained, "The radiation effect of SCP-1998 lasts for about nineteen minutes. After the brainwashing is completed, the affected person will go through an extremely painful 'trauma period'. It will take more than thirty minutes for the affected person to regain their mobility … "
"He's right." At that moment, Feng Bujue chimed in. "From the time I started the experiment until now, it has only been twenty minutes. Even if we ignore the time we spent walking down the corridor, there is no time to complete the brainwashing."
"Shut your mouth." Steven glared fiercely at Brother Jue and shouted, "You have no right to speak here."
"Haha …" Brother Jue laughed. "I'm just correcting some basic errors in your reasoning, Steven." He paused for half a second and added, "By the way … you're Steven, right? You sound like … "
Poof!
A punch interrupted Brother Jue's words, and one side of his face was swollen.
"That's right, I'm Steven." Steven waved his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Austin."
"Bah …" Brother Jue spat out a mouthful of blood and laughed. "Hahaha … As expected of Kozmo's adjutant, the way you greet people is very similar."
Steven knew that the man mentioned Kozmo's name to provoke him, but he would not fall for it.
"Hmph … Austin, you'll pay for your actions, trust me." Steven suppressed his anger and sneered at Brother Jue. He then looked at Jonathan. "I'm sorry, Doctor, no matter what, you still have to go through the basic procedures. I can't release you now, I hope you can understand."
"Okay, I understand." Jonathan shrugged.
A few seconds later, under Steven's command, two security guards helped the doctor up and prepared to take him to solitary confinement.
"Wait …" Just as the doctor turned to leave, Steven suddenly thought of something. "Doctor, I want to hear you briefly … How did you subdue Austin?"
"Uh …" Jonathan hesitated for half a second and replied, "It's … a little hard to believe …" His expression became a little strange. "He fell …"
"What?" Steven did not seem to understand.
"He was walking behind me, holding an assault rifle in one hand and SCP-1998 in the other, escorting me forward." Jonathan described in detail. "Suddenly, I heard him scream, then I heard him fall to the ground … and then … the two weapons in his hands slid along the metal floor to my feet." He pursed his lips. "So, I picked up the assault rifle and SCP-1998 and threw the puppet to him. Then, following the road signs in the passage, I escorted him directly here."
This story … Steven was not the only one who did not believe it. None of the people present believed it …
"Okay, Doctor, thank you for your cooperation." Steven waved his hand and the security guards took the doctor away.
"What's wrong?" After Jonathan was taken out of the surveillance center, Feng Bujue looked at Steven and said, "You don't seem to believe the doctor's words?"
"If what he said is true, then there are only two possibilities …" After ten seconds, Steven had already made several deductions in his mind. "First, you deliberately let the doctor subdue you; second … your luck is so bad that it makes people question your intelligence."
"Ah … That's true." Feng Bujue replied with a smile. "As a hijacker escorting a hostage, you fell on the ground and happened to let the two weapons in your hands slide to the hostage's feet … If this was not intentional, then the probability is a little too low."
"Don't talk nonsense with me …" Steven's tone changed when he heard this. "Cut the crap and hand over the level five access card on you."
"Access card …" Feng Bujue continued in a low voice. "It's in Billy's pocket." He glanced at the puppet in the distance.
"Hmm?" As soon as this was said, Steven felt a little strange. "Why is it in his …"
"Because …" At this moment, a low voice suddenly sounded from the broadcast. "I want to play a game with you …"
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