"What are the conditions?" Feng Bujue asked immediately.

"Haha... it's very simple." Vincent said, "After a few years, when your life ends..."

boom--

An explosion interrupted Vincent's words.

The door that had been closed by Feng Bujue was destroyed by fixed-point blasting from the outside. In the smoke and dust, a group of dark figures filed in. One of them shouted loudly at Feng Bujue, who was still suffering from tinnitus: "Don't move.

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Frequent footsteps and the sound of guns being loaded quickly surrounded Feng Bujue.

"Oh...what a pity." Vincent sighed, "Maybe this is God's will..."

"Wait a minute..." Feng Bujue said, "Even if we can't trade now, in reality..."

"That's impossible." Vincent knew what he was going to say, so he directly denied it. "On other occasions, I have no right to offer this level of deal. The only exception is when you are sitting on SCP-738.

, and... this is your only chance. The next time you sit on this chair, the devil will appear."

"Hmph..." Feng Bujue also snorted, "Okay... maybe this is really God's will."

"Stop talking! Throw your weapons to the ground, stand up, and raise your hands!" The heavily armed security personnel were yelling at Brother Jue. They could not see or hear Vincent, and could only hear him faintly.

A distorted sound echoed around the throne.

"Sorry, let's meet again if we are destined." Vincent said, and disappeared from the throne. The parchment, quills, and ink floating in the air also flew back on their own at lightning speed.

In the long drawer.

"Hurry up and do it! Otherwise we'll shoot!" the security personnel gave the ultimatum.

Feng Bujue had no choice but to put down the firearm, raise his hands, and stand up. He knew...the guys from the SCP Foundation were not police officers. They really didn't mind "executing" their targets.

Yes, let alone D-class personnel, they will kill their own people without blinking an eye.

Three seconds later, several strong men swarmed up, subdued Feng Bujue to the ground, and cuffed his hands again.

The security team member who just shouted picked up the communicator and reported: "Sir, the target has been controlled, please ask for further instructions..." (If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, you

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