Foundation: I am recruiting crickets from all dimensions to fight

O5-8 nodded again, and Wheeler picked up the bag again.

however,

This time, what she took out was actually a pistol.

Boom!

Almost without hesitation, she fired two shots into Clay's chest.

The sound of gunfire echoed in the room.

The entire heavens suddenly fell into deathly silence!

Immediately.

The chat group immediately exploded.

"HOLYF—KINGSH-T"

"Shit, is this girl going to rebel? She actually killed the O5 assistant?"

"It's over, it's over. I was wondering why the Antimemetics Division disappeared. Did they betray me?"

"But why?"

Countless viewers were puzzled!

And in the screen.

Clay fell with his back to the bookshelf, more in surprise than pain.

He turned desperately to Wheeler and said, "How did you know--"

Wheeler stood up, took careful aim and fired a third shot, hitting him squarely in the head.

O5-8 once again demonstrated his remarkable ability to stay focused.

"That's Clay's gun," he deadpanned. "You stole his gun."

"It's not easy to steal a gun this heavy from someone without being noticed," Wheeler explained, removing the magazine and carefully putting it down.

"But it's easier to steal the gun first and then the memory of the theft. Like I said: pets. Some pets are docile enough to be domesticated."

"Indeed," O5-8 said evenly. "I suppose so. But why?"

"Because you should have been taking a Class W mnestic," Wheeler said.

"You can't miss a dose. I've tried. You can delay taking it for a while, but you'll never forget it unless someone deliberately interferes. There's only one person who could possibly be that close to you - your assistant."

Wheeler no longer had the patience to continue this meaningless conversation.

Her face turned serious. "Stop it, we are in big trouble!"

The O5 took the drug, then looked at her.

"SCP-O55 is indeed terrifying. It can make anyone actively ignore its existence! But so what?"

Wheeler pulled out a dozen files from his bag: "We have contained more than a dozen antimemes like this!"

Then she pulled out a file that had almost no content.

There was an unprecedented solemnity on his face:

"This is the real trouble!"

O5-8 picks up the file.

I only saw the content on the cover:

Project Name: Fugitive

[Item #: SCP-3125]

[Object Class: Apollyon

He seemed to be frightened by some of the information. After carefully checking it a few times,

Then he looked at Wheeler:

"Did we ever have an Apollyon class?"

“No,” Wheeler said.

"No?" O5 frowned. "Then you should understand why the Foundation does not have Apollyon-level. Even those truly terrifying guys have not been given this classification!"

Wheeler smiled faintly.

"Currently, the Apollyon class is considered by the Overseers to be a declaration of defeat. Bad for morale. Incites defeatism. Aside from this special classification, Keter is now the highest class in the system. All existing Apollyons may be reviewed and reclassified to Keter within the next year."

(Apollyon-class: This type of SCP is impossible to contain and will extremely "actively" cause an XK-class end-of-the-world scenario)

See here,

The audiences from all over the world were stunned.

An unspeakable fear spread in their hearts.

Countless doubts emerged like a tide:

Apollyon grading?

Actively triggering an XK-class end-of-the-world scenario?

WTF?

unfortunately,

There wasn't much time for everyone to be shocked!

on the screen.

"What about this?" The O5 pointed at Apollyon on the file and asked the other party to give him an explanation.

"We don't have time to discuss this anymore!"

Wheeler pointed to the body on the ground:

"Why do you think an antimeme would want to disguise itself as your assistant? How many members of the Foundation do you think have been replaced? Do you know what is behind those inhumans?"

"Where is it? What does SCP-3125 look like? Its motives, its origins, its methods of committing crimes - how much is known?"

"We don't even know!"

Wheeler looked at O5, his eyes like a whirlpool:

"All we know is that it has appeared on Earth and is splitting and eroding human sanity at an extremely exaggerated rate."

"We don't have much time!".

Chapter 92: The anti-memetic weapon that shocked the world! This is an attack on the conceptual level!

Feng Bujue stood quietly outside the office.

Even the three gunshots just now did not frighten him.

crunch~

The office door opens,

Wheeler straightened his collar and came out smiling.

It was as if she hadn't fired the three shots just now.

It was as if the pervasive smell of gunpowder was the scent of a certain brand of perfume.

"I know you have a lot of questions right now, but please accompany me to meet an old friend first."

The voice just fell,

Next second,

The scene then shifts to a tranquil lakeside manor.

A figure lies on a small boat by the lake.

The old man looked so old that his exact age could not be determined, and he was curled up so tightly that he was less than the height of a ten-year-old.

The warm wind blew through his colorless hair and the sun shone directly on him, filling him with heat like a tonic.

Until two figures appeared——

Wheeler, the head of the Anti-Memetics Department, and her follower Kim, or in other words, crazy.

"do you remember me?"

Wheeler sat on the deck beside him, concerned.

In front of her was a plastic box filled with medical supplies and next to it was a thin uniform blouse, her sleeves rolled up so she could work.

As he watched, Wheeler carefully handled a needle.

Vague memories surfaced and began to take shape.

Since the last time he had seen this woman, she had grown twice as old and twice as confident.

It's hard to forget her.

He taught her everything he—well, everything he could remember.

He remembered her as a field agent, and he remembered sending her through hell, countless times. "Wheeler."

"E1," the woman explained softly.

"You died. You died surrounded by your grieving family. They loved you and cried for you. The funeral was in a few days, but unfortunately you couldn't see it. You were dead. That's what happened next."

See here,

The audience in the chat group was confused.

what's the situation?

Who is this old man?

Why did they come to him?

Until they saw Wheeler take out a bottle of mnestic drug marked with X from a box.

[X memory enhancer is actually a failed anti-aging serum. X can make the mind and body rejuvenate up to DATA DELETED years, but the effect is temporary and will disappear within a few hours. ]

[In addition, as the drug wears off, the suppressed time is restored all at once, causing a harmful "reverse twist" effect on the subject's physiology.]

[X can safely make a person younger for up to 30 days, but stronger doses will make the side effects dangerous, and going back more than 16-18 months will invariably result in the death of the subject.]

[The human memory restoration effect is essentially a side effect of these effects. However, this side effect is so effective that it becomes the main purpose of the drug.]

[The Antimemetics Division uses small doses of X to temporarily enhance or restore short-term memory. This helps Foundation agents accurately recall incidents involving memory-destroying entities.]

See here,

Especially after learning about Memory Enhancer X,

Only then did the audience realize,

They came for the old man's memory.

however,

This also made countless viewers curious——

What kind of memories does this old man have?

In the screen,

With the injection of the drug,

The old man felt the gold flowing through his bones like miracle juice.

"E1, we did what we do with all retirees; we all agreed to do what we should do when we retire. We gave you some medicine to help you forget."

Wheeler straightened the old man's sleeves and recalled:

"When you walked out that door for the last time, everything you've done for us - the great work, the lives you've saved - is undone, and the cover story that has been kept secret for years will become real. You've lived your entire retirement thinking you were the former head of the FBI. You wanted it, we wanted it, and you agreed to it."

See here,

The audience then realized that the old man also worked for the foundation.