I’m In Charge of SCP

The four Doctors of Apocalypse each have their own characteristics, and each is a wonderful and splendid generation.

Compared with the other three doctors, Dr. Bright's combat power may be the weakest among them, but he has an ability that other doctors can't match, and that is immortality.

And its immortality comes from the ruby ​​pendant on his chest - 963.

Dr. Bright was killed by 076-2 (Abel) in a containment failure accident. He was holding 963 at the time. When he was discovered by D-class personnel a few days later, his soul had completely entered 963. Once someone touches this pendant, the other party's consciousness will be erased and replaced by Dr. Bright.

When he first got this ability, Dr. Bright had a tendency to depression and committed suicide many times, but all of them ended in failure.

He is the personnel director of site17 and site19. Europe has completely fallen, and Zhang Jue did not expect that he could escape.

Although he kept dying and resurrecting, his memory could remain intact and he was the best recorder.

So seeing him appear, Zhang Jue was overjoyed.

At this time, it was raining heavily outside. The original owner of Dr. Bright's body is a female star. In order to maintain his figure, his physical fitness is very poor.

His lips were white from the cold, and his whole body was shaking.

Zhang Jue didn't have time to ask him questions, so he quickly dragged him into this abandoned gas station to take shelter from the rain.

The two set off a fire, and Zhang Jue brought out some instant food for him to eat, only to speak when he saw that he had recovered a bit.

"Dr. Bright, what happened to the nuclear explosion at site17?"

Dr. Bright sighed.

This is a common manifestation of all who have been through this.

"I was not there when the nuclear explosion of site 17, I was transferred to the headquarters, but the captain of the accident investigation team and I are old colleagues, I have heard some news from him, they are based on the buried under the site. The black box restores part of what happened—"

Speaking of which, Dr. Bright paused and glanced at Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue frowned slightly and said, "Dr. Bright, what do you know, just tell me, I can bear it."

Dr. Bright continued: "According to the results of their restoration, about an hour or two before the nuclear explosion of site17, there was a project that broke through the containment - 053."

Hearing this number, Zhang Jue was shocked: "Xue Li? She woke up?!"

Dr. Bright shook his head: "I don't know the specific situation at the time, but it seems that it should be. After more than an hour of fighting between the two sides, Station Master Hubbard personally pressed the button to detonate the site17 site."

Zhang Jue pinched her chin, feeling a little strange.

Although Shirley has a terrifying cognitohazard, her active offensive ability is not strong, so how could she fight for an hour with the powerful defensive force of site 17.

Just listen to Dr. Bright again: "They restored a part of the satellite video at the time. When the site 17 exploded, a man in armor and holding a death scythe flew away from the ruins of the site 17."

A man in armor and holding a death scythe?

Zhang Jue's mind was full of question marks, and he could only say that he never imagined that Xue Li would become like this.

After thinking for a moment, to no avail, Zhang Jue simply didn't think so much.

"What about the others at the site? Are they still alive?"

Dr. Bright shook his head again: "No corpses were found, but the four nuclear bombs exploded at the same time, how powerful it is. It's hard to say whether they have anything to do with them."

Dr. Bright was not at site17 at the time, so he didn't know much more than Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue simply asked: "What about site19, what happened at the headquarters, what happened to those angels?"

"It's 343," Dr. Bright said. "It was 343 who took them there."

It was the old man.

Zhang Jue let out a snort, and had long seen that he was not a good person, but he didn't expect to play so much.

Dr. Bright continued: "At that time, 343 brought more than 400 angels to the headquarters of the Administration. On the 1st, all the staff of the headquarters were evacuated, and she herself led twelve other administrators to fight on the roof of the building. The battle went on for a day and a night, more than half of the 400 angels were damaged, but the council also suffered heavy losses. No. 1, No. 3, No. 4, No. 6, No. 7, No. 8, No. 9, No. 10, No. 11 all fought. Dead, No. 2 and No. 5 were captured, No. 12 and No. 13 were wounded and escaped—"

"Is No. 12 and No. 13 dead?"

"It wasn't at the time. They saved my life, but they were seriously injured and were hunted down by angels. It is estimated... not very optimistic."

Dr. Bright sighed, his face full of loneliness.

Unlike Zhang Jue, Dr. Bright's loyalty to the Authority goes without saying.

In a way, the council of thirteen administrators is a symbol of the Authority.

As long as they are there, the Authority will not collapse.

Unlike the suspended animation after the last assassination, this time, Dr. Bright saw them all die from exhaustion.

The Administration Headquarters, this iron barrel-like existence, was breached like this.

Not even the ten nuclear bombs that were supposed to be detonated in the end didn't work.

Looking at Dr. Bright's expression, Zhang Jue wisely did not continue to ask.

The two were silent for a while, and Dr. Bright looked at Zhang Jue.

"Are you going to the headquarters this time?"

Zhang Jue said: "Of course."

"You have to be careful." Dr. Bright looked at the rainy day outside, "Do you know why more than four hundred angels are damaged in half?"

"Why?"

"On the one hand, it is because the thirteen administrators have used many powerful projects, but there is also an important reason - from beginning to end, 343 has not shot."

Dr. Bright frowned.

"Consultant Zhang, I don't need to say more about the strength of 343. Whether you want to restore the dominance of the Authority or rebuild an organization yourself, you must be careful about him."

Knowing that Dr. Bright was kindly reminding himself, Zhang Jue nodded very solemnly.

...

Number 12 and Number 13 supported each other and walked in a desert.

Thirteen stumbled.

Twelfth hurriedly supported him.

"Dude, are you alright?"

Thirteen had chapped lips and weak body, but he still waved his hand.

Seeing his appearance, No. 12 sighed.

Reaching out his hand, a wave of moisture gathered in his palm.

After two full minutes, a glass of water appeared out of thin air in his hand.

"Drink."

Number 12 hands the water glass to Number 13.

No. 13 took the water glass and drank it.

Seeing that he still didn't know what to do, No. 12 stretched out his hand again, intending to repeat the old trick.

But was pulled by the thirteenth.

"Don't..." His voice was a little hoarse, "Save some effort, I can sense that they will catch up soon."

"It's useless to save it, we are probably going to explain it here." No. 12 laughed miserably, "If we meet the eldest sister after we die, you have to say a few words for me, this time, I don't be lazy--"

No. 13 was also amused by him: "Okay, then I will tell No. 1, let you play enough games."

The location where the two are now is the Benas Desert in Spain, the only desert in Europe.

The headquarters was breached, and No. 1 and several other administrators died in battle. After No. 2 and No. 5 were captured, the two of them fled with wounds and went all the way west. After a month of trekking, fighting and retreating, they finally came here.

Archangel Uriel was always behind them, not far or near.

At first, they deliberately preserved their strength and wanted to trap it, but Uriel was very shrewd and never took the shot.

Now that the two of them are close to running out of fuel, it is gradually approaching the two of them.

Knowing that there was a lot of misfortune, the two simply did not leave, sitting on the ground to rest, preparing for the last battle in their lives.

A quarter of an hour later, Uriel led two four-winged archangels to appear in the distant sky.

It held the flaming giant sword in its hand and looked down at the two of them like a god.

"No. 2 and No. 5 have surrendered, are you still going to resist?"

Its voice sounded from the sky.

No. 12 spat: "Bah, don't mention that old man and that stinky woman in front of Lao Tzu, if it wasn't for them, the eldest sister wouldn't die, you can use whatever means you have!"

Uriel looked at them coldly, and said to the two four-winged angels behind him: "Go down and try to catch the ones alive - but if it doesn't work, it doesn't matter if you kill them directly."

After receiving the order, the two angels gradually approached the 12th and 13th trumpets who were sitting on the ground.

Seeing that Uriel was still as vigilant as before, Number 12 and Number 13 looked at each other and sighed.

"There's no other way, I can only kill two little scumbags."

Every administrator of the Council of Authority has his own trump card.

In the battle on the top floor of the Authority's headquarters, No. 12 was never used. He wanted to kill 343 with his unique skills, but 343 did not participate in the battle, and he never got a good chance.

In the end, the dead are dead, the wounded are wounded, the captured are captured, and there is no need to use them.

He and No. 13 fled all the way, always thinking of pulling an archangel on the back.

But Uriel seemed to see through his intentions and never stepped forward.

Two four-winged angels soon came ahead of them, each holding a weapon.

Since there was no chance to kill Uriel, No. 12 no longer hesitated.

He took out a box from his arms and put one hand in the palm of his hand.

The box is only the size of a palm and has a bow tied on it.

It's like a gift.

No. 12 blew at the gift box.

The box floated from his hand and slowly floated into the air.

The two four-winged angels seemed to sense the dangerous aura emanating from the small gift box.

The long sword in his hand slashed, and two sword qi flew towards the small brocade box.

Under the attack of sword energy, the brocade box shattered, revealing the black beads inside.

The beads are exposed to air and the spirals get larger.

At the same time, an extremely strong suction emanated from it.

This black bead eventually turned into a small black hole with a diameter of about one meter.

The two angels were the closest to it, and caught off guard, they were instantly pulled closer by several meters.

The closer you get to the black hole, the stronger the attraction.

The two angels flapped their wings vigorously, but they couldn't resist the huge force, and they got closer and closer to the center of the black hole.

Not only them, after the black hole appeared, the surrounding sand was also attracted to the past.

Even No. 12 and No. 13 floated from the ground—after using this move, No. 12, like No. 13, became very weak and no longer had any mobility.

The trump card of No. 12 is to die with the two angels.

The two angels fought their way towards the black hole.

But no matter what kind of spell they use, they will be absorbed by the black hole and have no effect at all.

Seeing that they are about to be drawn into the black hole.

Uriel in the sky suddenly waved his hand lightly.

At the critical moment, the fragments of the box destroyed by the two angels gathered around the black hole again, resealing the black hole and returning to the size of the gift box.

Both angels breathed a sigh of relief.

Twelve and Thirteen also fell to the ground again.

Uriel fell from the sky down to the two of them.

"Is this your last struggle? It's a little weaker."

Twelfth snorted.

"You won, say what you want."

Uriel said: "I still have that question, are you willing to surrender?"

No. 12 spat: "I am wishful thinking, I will not betray the eldest sister."

Uriel turned to Thirteen: "How about you?"

No. 13 smiled: "I'm just like him."

Uriel nodded, ready for the answer.

The Scarlet Flame Sword in his hand burst into flames.

"So, you two, goodbye—"

A sword fell.

Just as the flames approached No. 12 and No. 13, the two suddenly disappeared without a trace.

"Ok?"

Uriel frowned.

The two four-winged angels also became vigilant at the same time.

They looked around warily, but found no enemy.

Twelfth and Thirteen disappeared out of thin air, as if they had evaporated.

Uriel stepped forward, stretched out his hand and picked up a few grains of sand from the pile of sand where No. 12 and No. 13 were sitting, and put it in front of his nose to sniff it.

"It's Cain's taste." Uriel snorted, "I didn't expect that he would dare to oppose us."

One of the four-winged angels asked, "My lord, what should we do now? Are we going to find Cain?"

Uriel sneered: "No need, I have a more suitable candidate to deal with Cain."

...

Twelve and Thirteen opened their eyes, and it was not death that greeted them, but darkness.

They seem to be in some other dimension that doesn't belong to Earth.

where is this?

While the two were wondering, the surroundings suddenly became bright, and two figures, a man and a woman, came from afar~www.readwn.com~ The man was Cain, and the woman was a little girl they didn't know.

"Are you all right?" the little girl asked.

No. 12 shook his head and asked, "Hey, who are you?"

"I'm not called Hi, I'm Karina."

She snorted, a little dissatisfied.

Thirteen said, "Thank you, Karina."

Karina's nostrils turned upside down, not appreciative.

Cain looked around.

"Uriel is very powerful. Staying here for a long time will expose his position. Let's go."

Twelve asked, "Dude, where are you taking us?"

Karina hummed: "If you want to follow, just follow, where is there so much nonsense! We built a shelter, and many people took shelter there, and maybe there are people you know."