SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 96 - Divine Strike_1

Chapter 96: Chapter 96 “Divine Strike”_1

Chapter 96 -96 “Divine Strike”_1

“A bit interesting…”

Colin didn’t get angry, after all, getting mad at a group of people who had lost their sanity wasn’t very meaningful.

He was just slightly curious about the possible mastermind behind the scenes…

As it stood, these people had been incited to come here; there might not be any supernatural elements involved.

Of course, it wouldn’t be difficult to find out who the mastermind was, but given these people’s mental status, it was probably going to take a lot of effort and time…

Remembering that this mission seemed to have a time limit, Colin wondered if once the time was up, their objective would be achieved?

‘Are they trying to divert my attention to the traitor, using this to stall for time? Is the traitor planning to self-destruct?’

‘If it were an ordinary person, at this point, they might really consider finding the mastermind or the traitor first, but unfortunately, I have already obtained the most critical information and know how to resolve this incident. There’s no need to play their werewolf game.’

Colin guessed some of the situation.

At that moment, the alarm on his cell phone suddenly rang.

He took his gaze from the crowd in front of him, pulled out his cell phone to turn off the alarm, and at the same time checked the time—eight o’clock had arrived.

“It’s time to take action.”

Colin tilted his head to Hu Xiaoyuan next to him and said.

After speaking, he prepared to bypass the crowd and leave the apartment directly.

“Don’t you dare leave!” a man with a fierce expression blocked Colin’s path.

If it weren’t for other members of the Cleanup Squad holding him back, he might have already charged forward.

At this moment, after Colin turned his gaze toward him, the man shouted with a red face:

“Either way, you must rescue me today, or else you won’t be able to leave alive!”

“We don’t care how the rest of you plan to act! We have to save people first!”

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“Otherwise, if we die, we won’t let you off the hook even as ghosts!”

The others also surged forward, their emotions highly charged.

Having their spirits suppressed for the better part of a month, they finally found an outlet for release at this moment and suddenly became somewhat irrational, frenzied like madmen, foam flying from their mouths, seemingly determined to fight to the bitter end if their demands were not met.

Watching the crowd trying to come forward to demand a kitchen knife but being held back by the outstretched hands of other Cleanup Squad members, Colin sighed, took out a lens from his pocket, placed it against his left eye socket, and took a quick look at the crowd.

He wanted to know which part of the human body would sustain the least damage when hit.

After getting the answer, Colin put the Analytical Lens back in his pocket and raised his Revolver, aiming at one of the most vociferous individuals in the crowd.

“Last warning, move aside,” Colin said calmly.

“Come on, shoot! You think you’re great because you have a gun?! I’ll tell you, I’m not afraid of you! I’ve risked everything today, I don’t believe you dare…”

The man pointed at Colin with his hand, seemingly fearless.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

The sound of three flashes of gunfire, like a splash of cold water, instantly quieted the crowd.

He actually shot? Hu Xiaoyuan turned her head in shock, met Colin’s eyes, and couldn’t help but feel a chill at the bottom of her heart.

Because she suddenly noticed that Colin’s eyes at the moment were not human-like, but vertical pupils filled with anger, and the reddish glow reflected in those pupils was chilling—what kind of power was this?

“Don’t worry, he’s not dead,” Colin responded quietly.

Three bullets, one went through the man’s palm, and two “missed” killing him, hitting a television behind them instead, leaving it covered with spider-web-like cracks.

The man didn’t feel the pain immediately, just numbness in his hand. But when he came to his senses and saw his bloodied palm, his face showed terror, and he fainted.

Without looking further, Colin walked toward the stairwell, reloading three bullets into the chambers of his Revolver as he went.

Hu Xiaoyuan followed behind Colin somewhat dazedly, although she knew that the rescue code mentioned special actions for special times. However, actually seeing someone take action, she still felt a sense of shock.

However, accordingly, after Colin made his move, nobody else dared to play the hero, nor did there remain a voice about not letting them off the hook even as ghosts…

The survivors present seemed to have finally regained their lost rationality, as their eyes became much clearer.

Colin was not at all surprised by this. Were these people really that fierce, or were they still so desperate they turned on their own people in anger?

However, just as he reached the stairway entrance, Colin suddenly remembered something. He reached into his pocket, felt around, and tossed out a kitchen knife.

“Here, the kitchen knife you wanted.”

Colin threw the kitchen knife out as if he was discarding trash, then turned around and headed downstairs without a second glance.

Everyone looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward to pick it up right away.

“Mr. Lin, is this really okay? To just throw that kitchen knife away like that…” Hu Xiaoyuan, who was half a head taller than Colin, caught up and asked in a low voice next to Colin’s ear.

If she wasn’t mistaken, that kitchen knife was the very one that had easily knocked over the shadowy figure before.

“Huh, you don’t seriously think I need a kitchen knife, do you?”

Colin chuckled. When he got to the front door, he pulled out a folded black tactical shovel from his pocket.

Following behind, Hu Xiaoyuan couldn’t help but pause again—where did that tactical shovel come from?

She clearly hadn’t seen Colin carrying that thing around.

Although curious, she did not ask further. Holding a high-wattage flashlight in her hand, she followed Colin out of the rented park, which served as their base.

“By the way, Mr. Lin, are we just going to go like this, without using a ‘Book of Fate’?”

Hu Xiaoyuan turned on the flashlight and asked curiously.

Usually, before official personnel started their operations, they would use such artifacts to test whether the upcoming event would go smoothly.

It seemed that “Mr. Lin” did not intend to use one.

I would also like to use it, but the problem is that I need to have one for that, “Books of Fate” were all snatched up by you, and I didn’t get any… Colin complained inwardly, but his expression did not change:

“‘Book of Fate’? I never need such things.”

Not using it? Hu Xiaoyuan was initially taken aback by the answer but quickly noticed something from the disdainful tone.

Among the three great powers of the official institutions, the one that despises the “Book of Fate” the most is “Divine Strike,” which is listed alongside it.

Through a special means, they invite the “God” into their bodies to gain strength…

Of course, it’s not a real “God”; the power’s essence comes from the broad masses’ cognition and trends of thought.

Specifically, it is the borrowing from a widely recognized “idol” imagery and not from some deceased who has been dead for who knows how many years and whose true nature is uncertain.

Borrowers can only derive power from a few specific positive figures that are legally recognized and permitted by the officials, such as Guan Gong, Zhong Kui, Pure Yang True Man, Dragon King, and so on…

When executing tasks, what to borrow usually depends on the local beliefs…

Different images are used to cope with different situations.

When “Mr. Lin” used his power, the change in his demeanor indeed matched the characteristics of “Divine Strike.”

Only, it appeared that the entity he borrowed from didn’t match any of the figures she recognized.

“Could it be a new variety from overseas?”

Hu Xiaoyuan remembered that there had been an exchange learning event among the domestic and foreign ability users, bringing forth some new “images.”

For example, the most famous one was “Newton”…

This figure, well recognized worldwide, had been fashioned into a legal “image” by the officials for “Divine Strike” practitioners to use.

But…

It didn’t quite seem right, an “idol” newly created by the officials?

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