"Wu... wu... ah..."
The sobbing of 096 carried pain, as if it had been extremely terrified.
Under the muzzle of Daisy and Krieg, 096 curled up on the ground, covering its face tightly with both hands, its body trembling from crying.
It seemed that Karl's fatal blow, although it failed to kill 096, successfully caused it to lose its ability to resist and also abandon its pursuit of Myron.
As the surrounding dust gradually dissipated, Myron, carrying the containment box, also arrived nearby, put down the containment box, and opened it.
Subsequently.
Daisy and Krieg placed their gauss rifle on the magnetic plates on their backs, freeing their hands to attempt to move 096.
Physical contact occurred.
096 showed no sign of resistance, still keeping its hands over its face in a panicked posture, so it was smoothly sent into the containment box by the two Spartans.
"Click!"
Accompanied by the sound of locking, 096 was successfully contained by the Spartan squad.
Seeing this, John, who was not far away, ordered: "Number Three, Number Ten, you two are responsible for transporting the containment box. Number Four, rejoin the team. We are preparing to evacuate."
"Yes."
Upon receiving the order, Myron and Krieg lifted the containment box very easily, while Karl slid down from the high tower and rushed to rendezvous with the group.
"Cortana," John continued, "Contact the pelican and have them come down from the sky."
"Yes, Sergeant Major."
--------... At the same time, inside the Command Center in Kenya;
"Command Center, this is Number Seven. All survivors have rendezvoused with the Ares Mobile Task Force.
We have also successfully contained the anomaly codenamed'Shy Guy' and are on our way to the Kenya Base. Please prepare."
The supervisor, standing behind dozens of technicians, watched the real-time data coming from the various screens and, after John's report, replied: "Command Center received."
After speaking, the supervisor reminded a Communications Officer on his right: "Notify the bomber squadron to drop the bombs upon reaching the designated location."
"Yes."
The scene changed.
The content displayed on the large screen in the center of the Command Center also began to change accordingly with the conversation between John, the supervisor, and the others.
The screen view was from a drone at high altitude, circling directly over Lemonier Camp.
In the black and white imaging, five flashing points represented the five Spartans.
The pelican slowly entered the field of view to land, picked up the five Spartans and the containment box holding 096, took off, turned, and disappeared from view again.
A moment later.
"Bomber squadron executing bombing... Bombing complete, preparing to return."
When the report from the B-65 bomber squadron Commander came into the Command Center, a large number of 'white dots' appeared on the screen, and then — BOOM!
The screen, which was originally black and white imaging, turned completely into a blinding white, covering the entire Lemonier Camp.
White phosphorus bombs.
A weapon strictly restricted internationally.
With an ignition point of around 40 degrees, the combustion temperature can reach over 1,000 degrees, capable of burning fully in narrow spaces with low air density.
The most terrifying thing is that objects that come into contact with it will continue to burn, and will only extinguish when there is nothing left to burn.
It will cause extreme psychological trauma to the Soldiers in combat.
Therefore, it is a restricted weapon.
But using it to destroy the 'crime scene' is the best choice, only...
"Sigh."
At this time, William, still dressed in island-style attire, rested his hands on the railing of the high platform, watching the content presented on the big screen, and couldn't help but sigh.
He turned his head and ordered Serana, who was virtual beside him: "Serana, establish a charitable foundation in the name of Umbrella.
Organize [a list of] Soldiers from other countries disabled due to anomalies, as well as the families of fallen Soldiers.
If their family conditions are poor, fabricate some reasonable excuses to provide funding.
Also, you are fully responsible for the operation of the foundation. I don't want the money to fail to reach their hands after passing through layers of 'checkpoints'."
"Yes, Boss." Serana said respectfully.
"Hmm." William nodded.
His gaze fixed on the screen again.
The reason he sighed was because the remains of the Soldiers who died under 096 were also 'cremated and ascended to heaven' in the just-occurred white phosphorus bomb explosion.
Actually, just when the Spartans were fighting 096, the system reminded him several times.
One of them was: [Detected that Myron was influenced by John's Good Luck skill and Karl's One-Hit Kill, so the anomaly SCP-096 abandoned the pursuit of Myron.]
Myron was a Spartan, and had the upper hand when facing 096; one could even say that if not for 096 having an 'immortal body', it might have been executed directly by Myron.
Not to mention the buffs from John and Karl, which made 096 abandon the pursuit of Myron.
If it were an ordinary human, they could not withstand a single blow from 096.
William could have dispatched Umbrella's recovery team to enter Lemonier Camp to collect the remains and clean up the scene.
But there were items in the camp that could make 096 go crazy, which would inevitably alert that tsundere guy again.
William naturally knew which was more important.
Faced with bombing and burning the corpses of the dead Soldiers versus collecting the corpses and causing his own Soldiers to be killed, he chose the former.
Living lives are worth more respect than anything else.
And to show respect for the dead, William could only use the most vulgar, but most effective, method to make amends.
Money and a charitable foundation.
"May you protect the future of humanity in heaven." William looked at the Base that had been burned to the ground on the screen and prayed in his heart for those dead Soldiers.
Then he turned around. He saw Halsey sitting on the sofa, operating a laptop placed on the coffee table, seemingly preparing a containment plan.
"How is the preparation going?" William asked as he approached.
"Almost ready." Halsey said, hit the enter key again, and said to William, who was already sitting beside her:
"William, if we look at it according to the nature you described, we need to seal the Shy Guy in a container without any monitors or optical equipment.
The security clearance also needs to be adjusted to Olympus level.
I suggest placing it in the No. 3 Containment Center located deep in the desert; even if containment fails, it will not cause large-scale deaths.
As for a way to eliminate it... I can't think of one for the time being."
"Heh." Hearing this, William reached out and held her thigh, patted it a few times, and comforted her with a smile: "After all, it is an immortal creature just like Hydra; it's not that easy to eliminate. Moreover, we have achieved containment, control, and protection, so don't have too much psychological pressure."
"Hmm." Halsey also revealed a faint smile, then continued to operate the computer, uploading the containment measures document to the Umbrella internal network, so that the Officers at the No. 3 Containment Center could prepare the containment cell in advance.
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