SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 88 - Frontier Guard_1

Chapter 88: Chapter 88 Frontier Guard_1

Chapter 88 -88 Frontier Guard_1

Afternoon, 4:53 p.m.

With a clack, the train doors slowly opened, revealing an old, neglected bus station stop outside.

The presence of the train added much white fog to the surroundings, making it impossible to see the farther areas clearly.

Colin, hands in pockets, gripping the Golden Card and the Revolver in each pocket, looked left and right to ensure there was no danger before stepping off the train.

After sitting for more than ten hours, the moment his feet touched the ground, an indescribable sense of solidity rose from the bottom of his heart.

It felt as if fate had finally returned to his own hands.

At the same time, a prompt appeared in his mind.

[Solo Trial Task (1/3) — “Mist Train” Completed.]

[Reward content will be settled after task completion.]

Then another message appeared.

[Solo Trial Task (2/3) — “Anomalies in the Town” has been issued.]

“I knew it; this damn train wouldn’t stop in a normal place.”

Colin sighed. When he was on the train, he first thought he had come to a normal place.

But he soon noticed that this town seemed utterly deserted…

Afternoon time, in a broad country town, there wasn’t a single soul.

Now he was finally certain under the task prompt that there were unknown anomalies present.

Then, Colin ignored the people who followed him off the train and pulled out the parchment to take a look.

[Solo Trial Task (2/3) — “Anomalies in the Town”]

“Description”: A remote town with few residents, for some reason, it has been under blockade for a while, with no entry or exit.

“Requirement”: Enter the town, find any survivors, and investigate the internal situation.

“Hint”: There seem to be traces of other forces active here…

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“Event Reward”: “Bonfire Points *250”.

“Note”: There is a time limit to complete this task; failure to gather sufficient information by nine o’clock tonight will be considered a task failure.

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“There are survivors in this godforsaken place? And other forces exist?”

Colin was stunned. To be referred to as “forces” by Bonfire Company… could there be other powers on par with the company?

This piqued his curiosity, wondering whether these people were friend or foe.

“Before nine o’clock tonight, it’s past four-thirty now, more than four hours left, and I have no idea how vast this town is, I have to start moving soon…”

Colin didn’t underestimate the place just because of the words “country town”; after all, some of these areas in the country could be even larger than a city.

Without functioning phone GPS and the investigation yet to start, who knew what was going on here?

While Colin was reading the parchment, the five people behind him saw him nodding and frowning at a blank piece of paper, feeling somewhat bizarrely uneasy.

What was this form of indecipherable scripture?

Though curious, they knew better than to disturb Colin.

At that moment, the “clang clang clang” sound came, the train doors closed slowly, and it started up again.

Colin turned back for a glance, only to see its tail end disappearing into the white fog, not knowing where it was headed next.

As it left, the surrounding fog began to dissipate, allowing Colin to observe his surroundings more clearly.

Under the dimming sunset, he saw an old residential area behind the bus station, the streets between the buildings eerily quiet and deserted.

A rotten smell of decaying protein diffused through the air…

Thinking it over, Colin took out a lens from his pocket, pinched the top and bottom, and brought it close to his left eye, peering ahead.

[Something unknown happened here; all the people have been evacuated, some food not taken along has gradually spoiled and stunk as it went unattended for several days.]

“Evacuate? It seemed the task mentioned it—this area is under blockade too… Was it done by that unknown force?”

Considering they would protect ordinary people, that force must be on the friendly and orderly side; otherwise, they wouldn’t do something like this.

Of course, there was also the possibility that everyone had been dragged off somewhere to be sacrificed.

However, seeing that they had the time to pack up their essentials and flee, Colin was more inclined to believe it was a friendly side.

“Alright, no matter whether it’s good or bad, it’s time to act.”

Colin packed up the parchment, sniffed his nose, smelled the air, and then headed towards the road he felt was most likely “deeper in.”

The five people behind him looked at each other and still followed.

It was clearly more appropriate to follow Colin than to stay put, unsure of what to do.

The empty streets were littered with trash, and the signs of some shops on either side were still visible: self-service barbecue, Wallice, Qianqian Foot Bath, Fujian Pig’s Foot Rice, and so on…

“What a pity, it’s just streets and numbers—we don’t recognize any of them, so we can’t determine where this is.”

Colin took his gaze away from those still-unguarded shops, moved leisurely along the roadside, and quietly gathered information.

Finally, after nearly half an hour, his steps halted in front of police tape that had been put up.

The tape, crisscrossed with red letters stating “No Entry, Do Not Cross,” blocked the entire road ahead, including the narrow passageways between houses.

Moreover, behind the police tape, massive swathes of barbed wire completely sealed off the road.

If ordinary people came here and saw this, they’d most likely turn around and leave.

But Colin merely glanced at it and immediately chose to “ignore the warning and proceed,” taking out a pair of hydraulic cutters from his backpack.

After swiftly cutting an opening in the barbed wire, Colin suddenly realized something.

“This evacuation capability, along with such open and legitimate blocking methods… Could it be an official force?”

Colin stood up, putting away the hydraulic cutters, and speculated about the individuals he was about to encounter.

After all…

If they weren’t official personnel, it would be very difficult to accomplish these things.

Throughout his journey, Colin hadn’t smelled the scent of dead bodies, nor had he seen any traces of blood or signs of combat…

This indicated that during the evacuation process, the evacuees had full trust in the organizers.

There weren’t many who could achieve this.

“Unless there’s a surprise, it’s almost certain that’s the case. We just don’t know where they’ve evacuated to.”

Colin’s gaze turned to the town behind the police tape, which didn’t seem to offer much discovery.

However, after walking deeper for a while, things began to change.

He finally saw some unsettling traces.

For instance, a small sedan that seemed to have been flattened by something…

Or the messy footprints on the ground…

Or some scattered shell casings…

Just then, as Colin hesitated, he suddenly caught the scent of living human blood in the street.

“Who is it? Are you a survivor?” he called out without disguise, looking towards a barbershop about a dozen meters away from him.

No response.

However, just as he was about to call out a second time and take action,

a middle-aged man in a gray shirt staggered out of the barbershop.

His face was smeared with blood, his complexion unnaturally pale, and he looked at Colin with some fear:

“You, are you ‘Frontier Guards’ sent for support from ‘The Great Wall’? I am, cough cough…”

Mid-sentence, he couldn’t help it and vomited a mouthful of blood.