I’m In Charge of SCP

December 31, 2223, New Year's Eve.

Jackson, the world's most famous singer, will hold a New Year's Eve concert at Atlanta Stadium, the largest stadium in the United States.

Due to physical reasons, Jackson has not appeared in public for three years.

This concert has been promoted and built up since three months ago, and has received the support of all friends in the circle.

Except for Jackson himself, every guest who came to assist in the performance is a world-class star.

All of a sudden, the streets were empty.

Since the morning of December 31, countless fans have gathered outside the Atlanta Stadium.

They may not have bought tickets for the concert, but it is enough to comfort themselves (harmony) by seeing the stars who came to perform from a distance.

The concert is scheduled to start at 8:00 p.m. until 1:00 a.m. next year, and is expected to last five hours.

But after six o'clock in the evening, the stadium was already full of people.

Everyone is waiting for the legendary singer to appear again after three years.

Because there are too many people who come to watch the concert, security work has become a top priority.

Three days ago, the local government of Meiguo closed the entire stadium.

In the early morning of the 31st, metal detectors were used to check every corner of the stadium.

I'm afraid someone put something as tasteless as a time bomb under a certain seat.

The head of security for this concert is named Daniel Thackli. He was a soldier in the peacekeeping force in his early years, and later served as the captain of the New York Police Department. He has rich experience in anti-terrorism.

In order to ensure that the concert can go on safely, he even borrowed more professional testing equipment from the airport, and looked at everyone who entered the venue with suspicion.

Many people who came to watch the concert are various world celebrities, celebrities and dignitaries.

But in front of him, everyone is equal. A politician was unwilling to cooperate with the staff to take off his clothes for inspection, so he tore up the ticket and kicked him somersault.

His temper has always been irritable, and it is even more so today.

Compared with the lives of tens of thousands of people, this body is nothing.

The reason why he is so strict is because his right eyelid has been twitching since this morning.

He went to Google and Baidu, and found that people in country c thought it was a bad omen.

However, he is a loyal supporter of the culture of country c, and he firmly believes in the metaphysics of fate.

So throughout the day, he didn't even have time to take a sip of water.

I only hope that with his efforts, he can escape this crisis.

At half past seven, all the cast and crew entered the venue.

At 7:50, most of the audience also entered the venue.

At eight o'clock, with a burst of gorgeous fireworks, the concert, which had been in preparation for several months, officially began.

Thackli stood at the top of the stands. Although it was the farthest from the stage, it also had the widest view.

You can have a panoramic view of the entire circular stadium.

He breathed a sigh of relief, at least so far, everything is normal.

Suddenly, his cell phone vibrated, making him shiver.

After opening it, I found out it was my daughter.

"Hello? Fresa, what are you doing?"

"Dad, are you at the concert? Take some photos for me, I love you."

Thakri was about to refuse, but her daughter had already hung up the phone.

He sighed, took a few photos of the world-renowned singer on the distant stage with his mobile phone, and sent them to his daughter on social software.

His daughter sent him a loving emoji.

After doing this, Thackli began to patrol the auditorium, watching out for any suspicious people.

Because his eyelids twitched even more.

Sure enough, the intercom in his pocket rang.

"Boss, come to the entrance of the stadium, someone wants to see you?"

"who is it?"

"The other party refused to say it clearly, saying that you will know when you go."

"Just say I'm not free!"

Thackli shouted angrily, he was already busy enough now, and he didn't have time to open the back door for those people.

I don't know how many people want to enter the stadium through his channel these days.

He cursed a few words in a low voice, but his voice was swallowed up by the tsunami-like enthusiasm of the surrounding audience.

A few minutes later, his phone rang again.

Thackli pressed the answer button and said impatiently, "Flesa! Please don't disturb my work, okay?"

However, it was not his daughter on the other side of the phone.

"Thakry, it's me."

Thackley was taken aback for a moment, only to realize that it was the voice of the director.

He found a quieter place and asked, "Director Rutherford, I'm at the concert at the Alexander Stadium right now. What instructions do you have?"

Director Rutherford's voice was a little low: "Thackery, you should rush to the exit of the gymnasium immediately. There are people waiting for you there. After seeing them, you will give them the command of all security personnel—including you Do you hear yourself clearly?"

"What?" Thackli was shocked.

Director Rutherford repeated what he said just now.

"Captain Thackli, I order you now, rush to the exit of the stadium immediately, find a team of people in black uniforms, and give them the command of yourself and all the security personnel in the stadium—do you hear me clearly? "

Thackli put his legs together and said loudly, "Yes!"

This time Thakry didn't delay, and immediately rushed to the gate of the gymnasium.

From a distance, he really saw a group of people in black uniforms, and their uniforms had three big letters printed on them.

Thackli seems to have never heard of this name, is it a secret agency? He couldn't be sure.

The leader was a young man who looked only in his twenties, Thackli and him exchanged greetings.

The other party said: "Hello Captain Thackli, my name is Doyle, I believe Director Rutherford has explained the relevant situation to you, and now we need your cooperation."

Captain Thackli nodded and took out his walkie-talkie: "Do you need me to hand over the command to you?"

"No." The man named Doyle shook his head, "You guys are more familiar with this place, it's more efficient for you to communicate with your subordinates, you just need to convey my orders to them. "

Thackli said: "Okay, if you have any orders, you can just order them."

Doyle pondered for a moment, and said: "Notify all the team members who are on duty, except for those who cannot leave their fixed positions, the rest will all be concentrated in the auditorium."

"What are you doing in the audience?"

"Find a cat."

"cat?"

"Yes, it's a cat."

...

"The target is a black long-haired domestic cat. It is obese and has a sweet tooth. It is very likely to be lurking in the auditorium. Everyone should not act rashly after finding it, and notify the command first!"

"Repeat, the target is a black long-haired domestic cat. It is obese and has a sweet tooth. It is very likely to be lurking in the auditorium. Everyone should not act rashly after finding it, and notify the command first."

While giving the task through the walkie-talkie, Thackli walked towards the stadium with the group of uniformed people.

He found that each of them was carrying a backpack on their backs, and various antennas could be seen extending from it, which seemed to be some kind of high-tech equipment.

Thackli was a little curious about their identities.

Judging from their footsteps and walking posture, these people are well-trained, and it is obvious that they have served as soldiers or belonged to some unknown unit.

Thackli was a little puzzled, why they would be so wary of a cat, could that cat turn into a monster and eat everyone in the stadium?

There were more than a dozen people who came here with that Doyle. After entering the stadium, they opened the instruments in the backpack behind them, and then stood scattered in various positions of the circular stadium, as if deliberately covering the entire place to some kind of signal.

Thackree's eyelids were still twitching violently.

He thought for a while, and finally couldn't help the curiosity in his heart, and asked, "Mr. Doyle, why are you looking for that cat? The stadium is so big, what if we can't find it?"

The young man named Doyle also looked helpless.

"Captain Thackli, I'm very sorry, I can't tell you why we are looking for that cat, but what I can let you know is that the above only gave us one hour, if we can't find the cat within this hour , then we will be in big trouble."

Doyle spoke solemnly, Captain Thackli swallowed and asked, "What's the trouble?"

Doyle smiled bitterly: "Captain Thackli, have you ever thought about stopping this New Year's Eve concert that has attracted worldwide attention?"

Captain Thackli looked at the group of fans who were shouting and screaming like crazy under the stands, cold sweat dripped down his back.

...

Doyle is also under a lot of pressure at this time, even much greater than Captain Thackli.

Because that cat is not a monster, but in such a dense crowd, the consequences it can cause are no worse than those monsters.

Because it's an anomalous biological project of the Authority.

795 (Reality Bending Cat).

Although this cat looks obese, it is charmingly naive.

But like its name, its abilities are anything but cute.

The ability to distort reality is already terrifying for humans.

What happens when an animal gains reality-bending powers?

795 can change the physical form of entities within 30 meters around it, and can affect the thinking of humans within this range.

As a cat, its thinking is relatively simple. Apart from eating and sleeping, the rest is to play.

It will transform anyone it considers friendly into another cat in order to play with it, and anything it deems unfriendly or dangerous will be converted into prey and subsequently killed and eaten.

In other words, for the tens of thousands of people in this stadium, as long as someone provokes it, they may be turned into rats and eaten by it at any time.

What's even more troublesome is that there is a concert being held here now, who cares about the constant cat under their feet.

Doyle sighed, cursing the site that had breached containment in his mind.

But scolding is scolding, things always have to be done.

Because this was the first time he led a team to perform a mission alone, and it was also a test for him by that adult.

If he passes smoothly, he can go to the headquarters with that adult.

It was his dream place.

Holding flashlights, he and Captain Thackli looked for the black cat in the dark.

Suddenly, Captain Thackli's walkie-talkie rang.

"Report to the captain, the target is found in the B3 stand area!"

Thackli immediately shouted according to Doyle's instructions: "Keep a distance! Don't act rashly! What is it doing?"

"It's eating a piece of bread that's on the ground!"

"I see, keep watching, we'll be there soon!"

Thackli and Doyle looked at each other, and immediately ran to the B3 stand area.

However, before they ran halfway, the staff member's voice came from the intercom again.

"Report reconciliation, the target has finished eating the bread and is moving from the railing to the a3 area-ah, it disappeared!"

"fvck!"

Sackley yelled.

But the two didn't dare to stop, and ran all the way to the area where the cat disappeared.

Doyle glanced at his watch, and there were still ten minutes left before the one-hour time limit. He said to Thackli: "It is to inform your team members that they all rush to areas a3 and b3 to find the cat. Otherwise, once the concert is suspended, we will be in the newspapers tomorrow."

Thackli also knew the seriousness of the matter and gave an order on the walkie-talkie.

In an instant, dozens of hundreds of security personnel gathered in these two areas.

Time passed by every minute, and it was almost midnight, and the concert gradually reached its climax.

Those fans shouted like crazy.

The voices at the scene were louder and louder.

Doyle's heart was pounding.

Because he didn't know if the cat would suddenly go crazy in such a noisy atmosphere.

Although they carried a dozen portable reality anchors, it was impossible to cover all of them in such a large stadium.

As long as that cat is in a bad mood, it may turn some unlucky ones into mice and eat them at any time.

Seeing that the time limit given to him by the adult was coming up, Doyle sat on the stand and sighed, as if resigned to his fate.

"Captain Thackli, inform your team members and prepare to evacuate the crowd."

Doyle knew that although the impact of doing so would be bad, it was responsible for the lives of tens of thousands of spectators present.

Captain Thackli frowned and said, "Mr. Doyle, it's okay to evacuate the crowd, but can you tell me first, what is that cat?"

Doyle shook his head: "According to the confidentiality regulations, your level has no right to know this matter."

Captain Thackli said helplessly: "Okay, but I need to confirm with the director first."

He took out his mobile phone and was about to call the director.

Suddenly his pupils dilated.

The same is true of Doyle beside him.

Because they saw a tall oriental woman walking towards them with a cat in her arms.

It was the black cat.

The cat was lying in her arms, lazily.

"Mr. Doyle, you should be looking for it."

The woman smiled at Doyle and handed him the half-asleep cat.

Doyle froze for a moment, carefully took the cat from the woman's hand, and at the same time confirmed that the reality anchor he was carrying was turned on.

After the woman handed the cat to him, she turned around and was about to leave.

Doyle stopped her immediately.

"Ma'am, do you know me?"

She smiled: "At the technical exchange meeting two years ago, I read your paper, it was very interesting."

Doyle recalled the meeting he attended.

His thesis failed the assessment of other supervisors, and only a Ph.D. from country C recognized him.

This is the one in front of me.

What is her name?

Doyle froze for a moment, then remembered.

Yang Xue.

So the person she just mentioned is the consultant?