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An island not on the map 150,000,000 miles away from the site.

A huge mechanized city sits on it.

From a distance, the entire island looks like a giant gear.

This is the last stronghold of the Cult of the Broken God - the city of gears.

Let's zoom in a little bit.

In the city of gears, tall buildings stand tall, and there are countless tunnels connecting the buildings. Vehicles with strange shapes are galloping in the tunnels.

Outside the tunnel, countless flying shuttles are patrolling the sky, alert to all possible threats.

It looks like a future city.

In an office in the central building of the City of Gears, a blond man was looking into the distance through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He was wearing a white shirt, a black suit, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, looking a bit gentle.

If he appeared in a government building in Meiguo, people would definitely think that he was probably a civil servant of some department.

It is impossible for anyone to guess that he is the master of this city of gears - Robert Bumaro.

Bumaro is the current leader of the Church of the Broken God, and the most powerful person, bar none.

During this special time, even the three major branch churches abandoned their past and all obeyed him.

Under his leadership, the fighting power of the Church of the Broken God has reached the peak in history.

Even the GOC (Global Occult Coalition) is not sure of victory, so I dare not attack them rashly.

Despite this, there was no trace of joy on Bumaro's face, and there was only infinite worry about the future in his deep eyes.

The door slammed behind him and a young woman entered the room. She was Bumaro's personal secretary, Fusa.

In her left eye pupil, there is a light blue gemstone inlaid.

"Lord Bumaro.

"She bowed slightly.

Bumaro didn't look back, a faint syllable floated out of his mouth: "Say."

Fusha opened the report in her hand and read in a mechanized voice: "According to the informant's report, the four teams that set off last month, SCP-1139 and SCP-2105 have all been successfully recaptured and are on their way back to the city of gears. But neither SCP-882 nor SCP629 has been heard from."

Bumaro said slowly: "SCP-882 is the foundation's key defense project. It is huge in size and has a very strong sense of machinery, so it is difficult to operate. Miley and the others have already applied for reinforcements. I believe there will be results soon— —What's going on with SCP629?"

Fusha said: "After the Mirada team arrived at CN, they contacted the people on the site according to the method left by the gentleman, but they never got in touch. After some investigation, I found out that they were originally staying at the Foundation Site 14. Presumably because of the previous intrusion, the insiders in the site were killed. They mentioned in their last report that they would use 'Tears of God' to infect the people on the site, but since then, they have not sent a message for two weeks. I wrote back and forth, but I can’t get in touch with them here, so the situation is probably not optimistic.”

Bumaro hummed: "I haven't been in touch for two weeks, which means something has happened, and they probably have fallen into the hands of the SCP Foundation."

Fusha hesitated for a moment and asked, "Then...do you want to save them?"

Bumaro shook his head: "The Foundation is not a GOC. Even if Mirada's plan fails, their lives will not be in danger for the time being. What I am most worried about is where SCP629, the Heart of God, was hidden by the SCP Foundation." , without the heart of God, our plans are empty talk."

"Forget it." Bumaro sighed, "No matter what method we use, we must get all of God's body back."

What Bumaro said was not very impassioned, but it had a certain momentum.

Fusha put her arms on her chest: "God, it will be complete."

As if a very important ceremony had been completed, Fusha breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at Bumaro's back, hesitated to speak.

Bumaro seemed to be able to feel her eyes, and said, "It's already at this time, just say what you want to say."

"The lord... he left the city of gears this morning."

Bumaro hummed, he already knew about this.

The Cult of the Broken God was able to develop to the scale it is today, and was able to integrate the three branches together, that person is indispensable.

Without him, Bumaro would not be able to make up his mind to recover all of the god's body.

He is not a member of the Broken God Cult, and has even served the SCP Foundation for a long time.

And yet he knew the Broken God better than anyone else, even Bumaro would be ashamed.

Now that he wants to leave, Bumaro really can't find a reason to force him to stay.

Fusha was a little worried, and asked hesitantly, "He...won't reveal the location of Gear City?"

Bumaro finally turned around and looked at Fusa.

"The earth is so big. Do you really think that the SCP Foundation and GOC can't find us? They just think that it will take a lot of risk to use a lot of manpower and material resources to get rid of us. The loss outweighs the gain. It’s okay to tell them the location, as long as we don’t touch their bottom line, they won’t come to test our bottom line either.”

Having said that, Bumaro's eyes suddenly dimmed.

"Of course, if he really did this, it means that God has abandoned us."

This topic was so heavy that Fusha didn't dare to speak for a moment.

Bumaro paused for a long time, as if thinking about something very important.

Then, he sighed, as if he had made up his mind.

"Fusha, we are running out of time, notify all church personnel and get ready."

Bumaro turned his head and looked out the window at the sea again.

"We want to give the Foundation an ultimatum."

...

Zhang Jue and Simmons had repeated conversations with SCP-079, and finally ended with 079 impatiently drawing a cross on the screen.

However, the difference is that Simmons talked to 079 for less than 20 minutes before being kicked out, while Zhang Jue chatted with the computer for more than an hour.

Because Zhang Jue blocked 079's monitor, the surveillance personnel didn't know what they said.

This is actually a serious violation of the foundation's regulations. Anyone else would have been arrested by order.

But who is Zhang Jue? He has even ridden the 682 uncle, and even made trouble at the headquarters, so he cares about this?

If someone who is not afraid of death dares to attack and interrupt his conversation with 079, he doesn't mind teaching the other party how to write the word "death" himself.

The walnut webmaster is very scheming after all.

As the head of the station, he naturally knew what Zhang Jue meant to the foundation.

So when the staff asked him if he wanted to forcibly break into the 079 containment room, he had already escaped with the excuse of urinating.

It wasn't until Zhang Jue came out of the containment room that he reappeared, heartbrokenly stated his interests with Zhang Jue, and bluntly said that he would write a report on this matter and submit it to the headquarters.

Zhang Jue has long been familiar with this kind of "impeachment". Anyone who wants to write a report can write it. If he is afraid, his surname will not be Zhang.

Besides, he also knows that the walnut stationmaster is just going through the motions, so that no one needs to take responsibility.

Who said that programmers have low EQ? This old guy is not bad at playing.

Zhang Jue put his arm around Walnut's stationmaster's shoulder, stroked his few hairs, and was about to tease him.

Suddenly there was a commotion outside, and Robert, the secretary of the Walnut stationmaster, hurried towards the two of them. It seemed that there was something urgent.

"Robert, what's the matter?" Walnut stationmaster frowned.

"Someone from the headquarters is here to call for Consultant Zhang." Robert looked at Zhang Jue and said concisely, "Something happened."

As the secretary of the walnut stationmaster, Robert has always been cautious in his words and deeds, very reliable, and never exaggerated.

If he said something happened, it must have happened.

Judging by his dignified expression, the matter is not trivial.

Zhang Jue looked at it strangely, thinking to himself, the report of the stationmaster of Walnut has not been finished yet, so they sent someone to arrest me so soon.

Seeing Robert's serious face, he asked, "What's the matter, can you tell me?"

Robert shook his head: "They are still in the reception room, and I don't know the specific details, I only heard that it is the Cult of the Broken God—"

Having said that, Robert paused, as if organizing his words.

"The Cult of the Broken God...they...declared war on the Foundation."

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