I created a foundation

The sad sobs that lingered between heaven and earth, as if they could penetrate the soul and make all things wither, suddenly stopped.

Without warning.

It was like a radio that had been unplugged from the power source. It was playing funeral music one second, and the next second, the world fell into absolute silence.

This sudden silence was even more eerie than the previous crying.

Behind the ridge, Yotsuya Kenko's whole body stiffened, and her eyes, which could see things that ordinary people could not see, were filled with unprecedented fear.

She saw that the black aura of sadness that was so thick that it became tangible around the white giant curled up under the tree exploded like ignited gasoline the moment the crying stopped!

Instead, there was a pure, violent, blood-red rage that was enough to tear everything apart!

"It...it's not crying anymore..."

Yotsuya Miko's voice was trembling and she could barely form a sentence.

Busujima Saeko didn't say anything. She just pressed her hand tighter on the hilt of the knife at her waist. All the muscles in her body were tensed to the extreme, like a fully drawn bow.

She could feel an unimaginable murderous intent sweeping over her like a tsunami.

This murderous intent even surpassed the evil spirit named "Yeshai" deep in her heart.

The white giant slowly, slowly stood up.

Its disproportionately long body, over two meters long, stretched out with a teeth-grinding sound of bones rubbing against each other.

It raised its head.

The face that had always been buried between the knees was exposed to the world for the first time.

Then, it opened its mouth.

"Roar--!!!!!"

A roar.

Yotsuya Miko was shocked by the sound wave and blood was oozing from all her orifices. If Busujima Saeko had not been quick to protect her behind her and use her own body to withstand most of the impact, her internal organs would have been shattered in an instant.

But the source of the roar, the white giant, completely ignored them.

It didn't even glance at the "photographer" who had turned into pieces of flesh and blood.

It twisted its body suddenly, and its lifeless face, stained with turbid tears, pointed precisely in the direction of Tokyo.

The distance of hundreds of kilometers seemed non-existent in its perception.

It found the one who saw its face.

It was going to kill him.

next second.

"boom!!!"

The white giant kicked his legs suddenly.

The hard rock ground beneath its feet instantly collapsed into a huge pit with a diameter of more than five meters, and countless cracks spread in all directions like a spider web.

Its body turned into a white, blurry afterimage, tearing through the air and disappearing into the sky with a sharp and piercing sonic boom.

That's not running.

That was the launch.

Like an intercontinental ballistic missile from hell that has been given life, it heads straight for its target with an absolutely precise trajectory.

Everything along the way has lost its meaning.

A gully several meters deep extends straight from where it started towards Tokyo.

The tall primeval forest was like fragile wheat straw in front of this ravine, and was easily plowed, crushed, and ground into sawdust.

A rushing mountain stream, the moment it passes, the river water is instantly evaporated by the huge kinetic energy and friction, the riverbed is violently torn apart, and the flow is cut off.

A small hill tens of meters high was pierced through the middle by it, leaving behind a huge, smooth tunnel, and the mountain collapsed.

It has no dodge.

It doesn't require any dodging.

There are no obstacles in front of it.

In other words, anything that stands in its way cannot be called an obstacle.

It can only be called a destroyed object.

On the mountain ridge, Busujima Saeko slowly stood up and helped up the almost exhausted Yotsuya Miko.

She looked at the shocking road of destruction that stretched towards the horizon, and felt the violent aura that was getting farther and farther away but did not weaken in the slightest.

She raised her hand and pressed the tactical headset. Her voice was as calm as ever, even with a hint of imperceptible excitement that belonged to a soldier.

"Field Force Report."

"Shy has moved out of crying mode and into furious pursuit mode."

"Target: The containment unit five thousand meters underground at headquarters."

She paused, looked at the white track in the distance that pierced the sky and earth, and added in a tone that was almost black humor and stated as a matter of fact.

"Express delivery...has been shipped."

Chapter 162: Unstoppable "natural disaster" and "express delivery" receipt

Foundation headquarters, three thousand meters underground, central command hall.

Dead silence.

The almost black humorous report coming through the tactical headset - "Express delivery... has been shipped" - was like a huge rock thrown into a deep pool, instantly draining the noisy sound waves that had been operating efficiently in the entire hall.

Everyone's eyes subconsciously focused on the giant holographic map in the center that covered the entire wall.

A scarlet, shocking trajectory is moving in an absolutely straight line from the mountainous area of ​​Nagano Prefecture, tearing through the geographical markings on the map and brazenly stabbing towards Tokyo.

Its destination is a flashing light dot marked "HOME" on the map.

Here.

"Analyze the trajectory and calculate the time of impact."

Nanami Aoyama's voice broke the suffocating silence. Her voice was not loud, but extremely clear, like a cold scalpel, precisely cutting through the solidified air.

"The trajectory is absolutely straight, ignoring any terrain obstacles! The speed is continuously increasing, having already exceeded Mach 3!"

A technician sitting at the console looked up suddenly, his voice slightly distorted by shock.

"Based on the current acceleration, the estimated impact time is 11 minutes and 42 seconds!"

"too fast……"

Someone murmured subconsciously.

"Intelligence Department."

Nanami Aoyama ignored any noise, her eyes always fixed on the ever-extending red track.

"Yes!"

"Invade the National Traffic Control Center and the signal systems of all cities along the route. Within three minutes, I want to see all the main roads within the next fifty kilometers along its route become blocked due to

A series of traffic accidents, signal failures, and terrorist attack drills completely paralyzed it. Clear it."

"understand!"

"Shinomiya Foundation Liaison Office."

"exist!"

"Immediately contact the Minister of Defense's private line and activate emergency plan codenamed Chimera. I don't care what excuse you use, whether it's an exercise or an incoming UFO. Within five minutes, I want the Air Self-Defense Force to block the airspace ahead of it. No civilian, commercial, or even military aircraft are allowed to approach within thirty kilometers of its trajectory."

"The line is being connected!"

"Media Control Group."

"On standby, Minister!"

"Elevate information pollution plans A-3, B-7, and C-9 to the highest priority. A massive natural gas pipeline leak, a replica of the subway sarin gas incident, and a small meteorite fall. Prepare all versions of fake news material, coordinate with all media channels we can control, and be ready to saturate the public with information. After this incident, there will only be one truth, and that's the truth we want them to know."

"The plan has been unlocked! It can be released at any time!"

Instructions were issued calmly and quickly.

The Foundation, a huge war machine created by Lin Qing himself that combines extraordinary strength and secular power, at this moment, in order to cover up an impending "natural disaster", it bares its ferocious and efficient fangs.

This is not blocking.

They all knew that, physically, nothing could stop that thing.

It’s a race against destruction, the aftermath.

In the command hall, data streams on hundreds of screens were refreshing like waterfalls.

"Report! Yamanashi Prefecture's expressway network has been paralyzed! Seventeen chain rear-end collisions have been successfully created, and the emergency rescue route is completely blocked!"

"Report! Air Self-Defense Force F-15Js from Hyakuri Base are urgently taking off and establishing a no-fly zone!"

"Report! The target has crashed through the Dapushanling Mountains! A large-scale structural collapse has occurred. Geological monitoring departments are assessing the risk of induced earthquakes!"

On the holographic map, the red track representing SCP-096 is unstoppable.

And behind it, on the scar of destruction that was hundreds of kilometers long and still stretched, countless blue dots of light representing the Foundation's field personnel and the Shinomiya family's forces were madly emerging like the most diligent worker ants.

They are trying to "mend the fence after the horse has bolted."

They cordoned off the scene, cleared the wreckage, deployed amnestic gas, treated the wounded, comforted witnesses, and falsified all electronic records.

They are racing against the stampeding beast, trying to disguise a natural disaster that could overturn the national order as a number of "unfortunate accidents."

"Recovery Team 13 reports that they have arrived at the evaporated Kamashira River bed and are collecting environmental samples. High-intensity gamma radiation remains at the site, requiring evacuation within thirty seconds."

"The cleanup team is in place and is burning the remains of the Self-Defense Force base with high-explosive incendiary bombs. We are claiming it was an ammunition depot explosion. The person responsible has been apprehended."

"All network cameras in the target's trajectory were physically damaged by lightning a second before passing."