507 swayed, but ended up shaking at the address written on the note.

This is the end of an alley with an iron door.

Duang, Duang, Duang.

507 knocked on the iron door three times in a row, and after a while, the small opening on the iron door was opened. A man looked inside 507. Maybe 507's dress was too strange.

Then he said a word: "Recommendor."

"Hmm?" 507 didn't understand what the other party meant.

"I'll ask you, who is your referee?"

"Oh." 507 understood, but he didn't seem to be able to induce... There is one. "Jonifu."

The small opening was pulled up, and after a while, the iron door opened. The iron door was not as thin as it looked, at least two centimeters thick.

"Come in."

507 walked in and opened the door. A black man over 1.8 meters tall, with a strong figure and thicker forearms than 507's thighs.

507 followed the guide and walked into the only black and long underground passage. 507 felt like entering a gang den.

When we reached the end, 507 realized that this was not a gang den.

This is an underground fighting club, commonly known as the Black Boxing Ring!

After sending 507 here, the guide went back.

In this dim environment filled with tobacco, sweat and people's excitement and shouting, 507 lost his way.

Why is he a good SCP salesman here?!

If he had known this was the place, he would definitely not have come.

Moreover, the people here seem to be not normal people, and some are not even humans. They are like entering a zoo, with green skin, red eyes, insect wings on their backs, or wood all over their bodies.

I am under great pressure as a purebred human.

Fortunately, their attention was not on 507, but on the fighting platform in the center, a werewolf was fighting with a double-headed dog.

The two are hard to separate, with sharp claws and sharp teeth, hot sweat and blood, and even flames spurted by the two-headed dog, but this is not about 507.

He just wanted to leave, or find Jonifu and let her take him away.

After staying at 507 for a while, the battle on the arena ended, the werewolf won, and the two-headed dog had become a one-headed dog.

The host with two bent corners on his head turned to the ring, stepped on the blood and minced meat of the two-headed dog, and raised the werewolf's right hand.

"The winner of this human-beast fight is Jonifu!"

"Wow!!!!!!!"

Deafening shouts rang around 507, and 507 hurriedly covered his ears. He didn't want to participate in the carnival of these "abnormal objects".

But Jonifu on the ring saw 507.

She turned into a human form and pointed at 507 and said, "You, yes, it's you, go to the lounge to wait for me."

The shouting stopped, and 507 could feel dozens of sight lines, some of which were full of malice.

"Oh, God, let's go around me."

507 just wants to do a good job in business, why is it so difficult?

"I'm sorry, please let me go."

It is not easy for a short person to squeeze through the crowd, let alone carry a suitcase.

After working hard, 507 squeezed into the lounge. After entering, 507's ears finally became quiet.

Ordinary people can't enter the lounge, but none of them are ordinary people. 507 saw two "anomalous objects", one covered with scales, looking like a lizard man, and the other was a woman with snake hair, wearing a white mask.

"I'm disturbing..." 507 asked timidly: "Do you need to buy an SCP?"

"Why are you standing here?"

Jonifu, who had just entered the lounge, patted 507's shoulder. "Let's go, this is not the place you stay."

Jonifu led 507 to continue to go deep into the lounge. The deeper he walked, the more “abnormal objects” he saw, and they were not ordinary “abnormal objects”.

Almost all the "anomalous objects" that can appear in all horror stories have appeared.

Finally, Jonifu led 507 to a separate lounge with her name on it.

The lounge is not big, but it has a bed, refrigerator and air conditioning, just like a small apartment.

"Huh, it's safe here."

After Jonifu entered her lounge, she became more casual. She first opened the refrigerator and brought a can of beer for 507 and herself, and then lay on the bed regardless of the blood and scars on her body.

"Hey, I said, what's your name?"

Jonifu remembered that she didn't know what 507 was called.

"Call me Wu."

507 has a bad impression of Jonifu, so he used a pseudonym again.

"Wu, are you human or what other race?"

"I'm a human." 507 took a sip of cold beer and said, "And I'm also an SCP salesman."

“SCP…what is that?”

"That's the product we sell." 507 took out the SCP official sales directory from the suitcase and handed it to Jonifu.

"You can check if there are any products you like."

Jonifu looked through a few pages. Although she was curious about the products inside, she obviously didn't focus on it.

"The goods you sell are really strange, they can eat people's houses."

"That's SCP-002, the 'Living' Room."

"And there are collars that can control people."

"That's SCP-010, remote control collar."

"Whatever."

After Jonifu combined the official SCP sales directory and returned the official SCP sales directory to 507, he put his eyes on 507 again, and a thought-provoking curve was raised on the corner of his mouth.

"Wu, do you have a girlfriend?"

"..." 507 almost answered reflexively, but he suddenly woke up.

"What are you asking about this?"

"Just ask, if you don't have one, I can be your girlfriend~~"

507's expression was very calm, without a trace of change, calmly as if there was no small 507.

"Thank you so much for your kindness, I have a girlfriend."

"Oh, that's a pity."

Jonifu sighed with some regret: "If Wu, you don't have a girlfriend, forget it."

"So, you just want to pick me up?"

Although I came here only after working hours in the evening, if Jonifu wanted to have some ulterior motives with me, 507 felt that she was wasting all her time in useless places.

At this time, it is much better to use it to clean the living room than to chat with Jonifu.

"Of course not!"

Jonifu smiled and tilted his head, saying, "This is the Life and Death Fighting Club. Don't you want to have a game that can directly feel the battle of death."

"In no mood."

507 is not the combat madman SCP-076, his combat power is really less than 5.

"That's it, but I still want to see how Wu you fight, so please forgive me."

The door of the lounge was opened, and several non-human races broke into the lounge and surrounded 507.

Jonifu, who thought 507 would panic, saw that 507's face was still unchanged, and he suddenly became even more excited.

"Don't worry, Wu, they are all mercenaries who want money and life. It doesn't matter if you beat them all to death."

"Oh." 507, who was sitting in the chair, sighed, as if the people around him did not exist: "I have no objection to spending money to hire people, but is it a waste of money to hire such garbage?"

"Wu, your vision is too high." Jonifu also spread his hands helplessly and said, "These guys are already pretty good among mercenaries."

"Then you're very wrong."

507 opened the official SCP sales directory while looking directly at Jonifu, and accurately turned to the page of SCP-076.

"Why don't you take a closer look at this."

"Please, Wu, this kind of cheating children..."

Jonifu stopped halfway through his speech, because there was no one more person in the lounge.

The man, who is nearly thirty, has black hair, gray eyes, and has healthy olive skin. He is 1.96m tall, which is a little taller than the mercenaries in the lounge.

Moreover, the body's appearance is covered with mysterious and difficult symbols and patterns, making this man look very domineering.

As soon as he appeared, he stared at the lowest-height mercenary in the lounge, looked down at him with a condescending smile.

"Just you just used the mental attack, which made me misty."

Then, he waved his hand, and a black stone sword appeared out of thin air in his hand. Then SCP-076-2 smashed it at the other party without hesitation.

Thanks to Abel, I helped Jonifu’s lounge with a free layer of red paint.

By the way, the black tuxedo of 507 turned into a black and red tuxedo.
Chapter completed!