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Thump thump thump!

The violent knocking broke the silence of the night. Wang Ya held his breath, not daring to make a sound. The person outside realized there was no movement and left, cursing.

Those were the guys looking for Wang Ya to collect a debt, a debt from Wang Ya's deceased gambler father.

"Why did I encounter such trouble as soon as I transmigrated?!"

"Others either start with a golden finger or are the son of some big shot. Why am I, of all people, the unlucky descendant of a rotten gambler?!"

Actually, Wang Ya's original body had died the day before, beaten to death by debt-collecting gang members. However, they didn't know that the frail original body couldn't withstand their punches.

So they thought the original body was still alive, and the debt definitely hadn't disappeared. Now, it was coming for Wang Ya, who had been reborn into this body.

Wang Ya said, troubled, "That's not all! Why did I have to transmigrate into a universe where Marvel and DC coexist?!"

On the wall, a tattered poster of playboy Tony Stark in a suit still faintly showed his smug face.

"The most unlucky thing is, the city I'm in is Gotham!!"

The phrase 'Gotham City, with its simple folk, and Arkham, a hotbed of talent' isn't just an empty saying!

No one knew if, in the next moment, a guy in a suit with clown makeup would break into their home, point a Joker venom sprayer at them, and say, "Do you know the Joker?!"

What should I do! The Shark Gang won't be fooled for long. If I still can't pay off the debt of my deceased gambler father, they'll probably break into the house and kidnap me to sell my organs to pay the debt.

This was the worst part of Gotham City's slums, where crime was rampant. A few people going missing every day was far too normal.

"SCP Manifestation System, loading complete."

A mechanical voice, like the sound of heaven, rang in Wang Ya's ears. This was the System… his golden finger had arrived!

It was even an SCP containment item mini-game he played in his previous life!

What are SCP containment items? They are individuals that cause supernatural phenomena, whether objects or creatures, that are contained and managed, unknown to ordinary humans. These are SCP containment items, and there are nearly ten thousand known types!

"So that's it. Only by allowing SCP containment items to affect more people can I gain manifestation points and manifest more SCP containment items!"

Hope appeared in Wang Ya's eyes. The predicament he faced could finally be resolved!

"The first time activating the System, there should be a random SCP containment item reward!"

Indeed, as Wang Ya expected, a System panel appeared in the void of his vision, showing that he had one chance for a random manifestation.

Then, let the manifestation begin!

"SCP-127 - Living Gun! Manifestation successful!"

A weapon resembling a standard MP5K submachine gun appeared in Wang Ya's hand.

As a veteran SCP player, Wang Ya would not underestimate this submachine gun. This was a living gun, entirely organic, requiring no reloading and using no metal bullets. Its bullets were generated internally.

It had sixty rounds, and only water and protein were needed to regenerate bullets!

The bullets were also similar to the teeth of some creature, but possessed explosive and piercing properties. By switching forms, semi-automatic and fully automatic, these two properties could be used separately.

"The Shark Gang's doomsday has arrived!"

This was the worst part of the slums. The Shark Gang was only a small gang, controlling only one or two streets. They probably had only twenty or thirty members, and very few handguns; only a few high-ranking members were equipped with them.

But even so, for ordinary people in the slums, they were a high and mighty presence.

With the Living Gun, Wang Ya had his confidence. Guns and guns were not the same.

Especially since he didn't need to buy bullets; a cup of milk could be converted into a full magazine, which was perfect for Wang Ya's current situation.

...

The next day, early morning!

Wang Ya opened his eyes and reached for the Living Gun by the bed. There was movement at the door; someone was prying it open.

Clang!

The door lock was pried open, and a burly black man walked in. Seeing Wang Ya, he immediately started cursing.

"Damn bastard! I knew you were hiding at home. Your family's gambling debt needs to be paid, a total of one hundred thousand US dollars. I know you can't pay it, so come with me!"

This kid seemed to be scared silly!!

Doug, the black man, sneered and pulled out a small knife, walking towards the annoying Asian kid. He was looking forward to seeing the kid cry and beg for mercy; it always gave him immense pleasure.

However, this time it would not go as he wished. Wang Ya pulled back the grey cloth covering the Living Gun, and the dark muzzle pointed at Doug.

"Fuck!! What the hell!"

Doug's frightened expression had just appeared when he was riddled with holes by the piercing bullets in fully automatic mode. Even the wall behind him was penetrated, its power several times stronger than metal bullets.

"It's your turn to go to hell!"

Wang Ya sneered, spitting at Doug.

This guy had severely beaten the original body, and Wang Ya hated him for it. Now, taking revenge finally let out a breath of pent-up anger!

His era, Wang Ya's era, had arrived. Now he needed to establish his own team, and this lowest level of the slums, where not many people paid attention, was a very good starting point.

He would start by conquering the Shark Gang. He wanted to establish the prototype of the SCP Foundation in Gotham, thereby becoming the most powerful force on the entire Earth, and even the universe.

Loki! Thanos! Superman! The Ancient One! Even the Dimensional Demon Dormammu…

He must have sufficiently powerful SCP containment items to have the right to an equal dialogue with these unreasonable, powerful beings.

At the very least, Wang Ya must quickly manifest an "SCP - Divinity" existence.

Because of the System, any existence manifested would be unconditionally under Wang Ya's control.

"Hidden mission completed! Debut!"

"As the origin of the SCP Foundation, you have announced the arrival of SCP to the world!"

"Reward received: one random SCP containment item manifestation!"

This was a special hidden mission! The trigger conditions were unknown, but the rewards were very generous!

With a thought, Wang Ya began another manifestation!

"SCP-247 - Harmless Kitten, manifestation successful!"

Along with the System's prompt in his ear, an orange, black-striped female kitten stood before him, meowing cutely!

Wang Ya swallowed, and after confirming that the cute kitten's eyes showed no hint of appetite for him, he tentatively petted the kitten's head.

Meow~

The orange cat licked Wang Ya's palm, which was incredibly warm. In a moment of distraction, he saw through the cat's true disguise!

Indeed, this thing's cuteness was a disguise, but thankfully it was unconditionally under Wang Ya's control.

Wang Ya used his remaining money to go to a wealthier area, where he bought a leash for large dogs from a pet store, enduring the ridicule and disdain of the store clerk. However, Wang Ya still got what he wanted, as no one would turn down American dollars!

Time was running out. With the sentient gun and this seemingly harmless kitten, his chances of taking down the Shark Gang had increased by several points.

But it also put more pressure on Wang Ya.

At least twenty kilograms of raw meat daily—this little kitten ate more luxuriously in a day than he had in his entire life, and for this, Wang Ya couldn't have any complaints.

Touching the orange cat's small head, Wang Ya said with deep meaning, "You're my trump card. Taking down the Shark Gang depends entirely on you!"

...

The night sky was always overcast, with strange Gothic buildings towering high. Beneath the superficial grandeur, the dark alleys harbored filth and crime. This was Gotham City, one of the cities with the highest crime rates in America.

The city's hustle and bustle had not yet ceased, with neon lights appearing everywhere. Of course, for the people in the Bru District, which was the Slums, most had no part in it. Only their respective gangs would be having a party tonight.

The Shark Gang was no exception. In the words of their boss, Kendis, "Although our Shark Gang is the poorest and worst gang in the Slums, we are ambitious. As long as we work hard, we can become as formidable as the Mud Gang, the Red Hood Gang, and the Whisper Society."

Kendis was also the number one fan of Kingpin, the underground emperor of New York City, always striving to emulate him, even though the busy philanthropist Kingpin... had no idea there was such a devoted fan in distant Gotham City!

"Cheers!"

"Drink... until we drop..."

At Kendis Bar, the clinking of glasses echoed as members of the Shark Gang entertained themselves, some playing cards, others billiards...

"Where's that guy Doug? He hasn't come back all day. Looks like I'll have to cover his bottle!"

A Black man chuckled, playing a King!

"Who knows! Didn't he go to catch someone? He should be back by now!"

The White strongman Jiedun, also the Shark Gang's number one enforcer, stood at one meter ninety, with bulging muscles. His powerful arms had strangled many people.

After playing an Ace, Jiedun roughly grabbed the scantily clad bar girl next to him, who could only smile and silently endure.

If she didn't want to die in an unvisited sewer, her best option was to endure. A worse fate would be to be tortured to death by a dozen filthy men...

Boss Kendis wore a fancy shirt, a cheap cigar dangling from his mouth, imitating the mannerisms of the great philanthropist Kingpin. Unfortunately, neither his temperament nor his fat, big-eared physique brought him anywhere close to the underground emperor.

This was the Bru District, the Slums—the poorest area even within the Bru District. Even if they were the kings of this Bru District, there wasn't much profit to be made.

Almost all of the Shark Gang were reveling in Kendis Bar. The annual gang festival was the most anticipated event for all gang members.

The chime of the doorbell rang, and everyone's eyes turned to see who was so bold as to intrude at this time.

Meow~

An orange cat with black tiger stripes walked in, its large round eyes filled with confusion.

"It's just a cat!"

Sende (Black), who was playing cards, breathed a sigh of relief. Then, a mischievous idea came to him. He prepared to catch the cat and play an interesting game, considering it a reward for intruding.

As he was about to make his move, he was held back by a hand—Jiedun's hand—which startled him, fearing that hand would land on his neck.

Jiedun walked over, picking up the orange cat with an incredibly doting expression, and continuously played with it.

Everyone stared, dumbfounded, at the Shark Gang's number one enforcer, the ruthless Jiedun, being so incredibly doting towards an inexplicably arrived orange cat.

Had Jiedun gone mad...?

As their gaze fell upon the orange cat enjoying the petting, they suddenly realized how adorable this cat was. An irresistible urge made them want to go and play with and pet the orange cat.

Even Kendis's cigar fell to the ground as he stared blankly at the orange cat in Jiedun's arms.

"Jiedun! Quick, let me see the orange cat!"

Kendis spoke, his tone very serious. Jiedun's face showed hesitation and reluctance, but under the pressure from his boss, he had no choice but to put the orange cat down.

Under Kendis's coaxing, the orange cat went towards him, eventually settling on the sofa, enjoying his petting and playing.

The others continued drinking, seemingly not bothered by this little interlude, though their occasional glances showed that their hearts were not so calm.

Meow~

The orange cat enjoyed the petting. After about seven or eight minutes, it began to lick Kendis's face and throat with immense eagerness.

"What a mischievous little darling!"

Meow~

"Ah... Ah..."

Boss Kendis suddenly screamed. A large chunk of his face had been bitten off. The others, startled, looked over and saw that it was the orange cat that had done it, biting off most of Kendis's face.

The bar girl let out a shriek!

"Damn it!"

Sende (Black) drew the dagger from his waist and charged towards the orange cat, ready to save the day.

But he was slapped away by Jiedun.

"Don't hurt it, my little darling!"

Jiedun's face showed hesitation, but more so, an unwillingness to harm and doting affection for the orange cat. He would not allow anyone to hurt the orange cat.

Sende was horrified to realize that not only Jiedun, but also other members of the Shark Gang looked at the orange cat with reluctance and doting affection. If he were to lay a hand on the orange cat, he would probably be torn apart by his own people first.

Over on the sofa, with the indifference of the first-tier gang members, Boss Kendis was gloriously bitten through the neck by the orange cat, disemboweled, and died in immense pain, blood flowing all over the floor from the sofa.

Meow~

A cat's meow, full of irresistible charm, rang out, and Sende's gaze also gradually softened, becoming like the others, filled with doting affection and love for the orange cat.

The blood-soaked orange cat jumped off the sofa and scurried to the doorway, where it playfully rolled at the feet of an Asian youth who had arrived at some unknown time, as if asking for praise, or perhaps saying, "Master, look how well I've performed, aren't you going to reward me!"

"From today onwards, I am the owner of Kendis Bar. You have no objections, do you?"

Wang Ya pulled out the sentient gun hidden behind his back, its dark muzzle pointing at everyone. No one present dared to speak.

"No one's talking! So, no objections then!"

Bang!

The explosive bullet directly shattered Kendis's body into pieces, creating a crater in the floor.

The members of the Shark Gang stared wide-eyed, disbelieving. The submachine gun had fired an explosion. What kind of weapon was this? Fear involuntarily emanated from their hearts.

Meow~

Accompanied by the orange cat's meow, everyone finally gave up resisting, bowing their heads and shouting in unison, "Boss!"

Meow!

The orange cat raised its head and tiptoed in.

[SCP-247 - Harmless Kitten]

[Description: Appears to be a small female cat with orange and black tiger stripes. Feeding and still photographs also show this, but it is merely a disguise. Its true form is an adult Bengal tiger, capable of spreading a mental memetic effect that subconsciously makes all sentient life within its range perceive it as harmless and feel an irresistible urge to dote on and not harm it, finding it incredibly adorable.]

Wang Ya successfully took over as the boss of the Shark Gang, though he largely achieved this position with the help of the Orange Cat.

Yes, that's right, Wang Ya gave the Orange Cat a new name, Orange Cat.

However, he believed this situation would soon change, as the system's notification sound rang out again.

[Congratulations on completing the hidden mission: Escaping Predicament!]

[You have successfully escaped your current predicament, but a new one is on the horizon. Main mission initiated!]

[Reward: One Manifestation opportunity!]

Wang Ya immediately had members of the Shark Gang bring a large amount of raw meat for the little fellow, the Orange Cat, to eat to its heart's content.

No one knew that the seemingly harmless kitten's true form was an even cuter Bengal tiger.

It needed at least twenty catties of raw meat daily to satisfy this little fellow, but compared to the role it could play, this cost was negligible.

After it finished eating, he had a few members take the Orange Cat to bathe. This almost caused an internal conflict within the Shark Gang until Wang Ya specifically assigned Jiedun, the Shark Gang's top enforcer, to the task, which finally settled things down.

In a room on the second floor of Kendis Bar, Wang Ya stood by the window, looking at the city's other side, a place of dazzling lights and revelry—that was Burnley District, the rich district, the so-called upper class. He would one day set foot there, dressed in a proper suit, surrounded by a constant flow of celebrities.

[Wang Ya]

[Level: D-class personnel (300/1000)]

[Manifestation Points: 698]

[Current Anomalies: SCP-127 - Living Gun (Safe), SCP-247 - Harmless Kitten (Euclid)…]

Note: The D-level here refers to the system's authorization level, with CBAS above it, not the D from 'if there's trouble, call DD'...

Currently, Wang Ya's Foundation level had not yet reached the point where he could exchange for SCP Anomalies. He would need to become a C-class personnel at least to perhaps unlock initial SCP Anomaly exchanges.

Possessing Anomalies could increase Wang Ya's personnel level, which was also related to the Anomaly's class.

Safe (Class I), Euclid (Class II), Keter (Class III), Thaumiel (Class IV).

Having the Living Gun and the Orange Cat gave Wang Ya 300 personnel points; the Living Gun contributed 100 points, and the Orange Cat contributed 200 points.

Next, he only needed to continue manifesting SCP Anomalies to bring Wang Ya's personnel level to C-class, unlocking manifestation exchanges and allowing him to manifest more powerful Anomalies.

However, before that, Wang Ya planned to use the newly acquired random manifestation.

[Random Manifestation successful, acquired SCP-693 - Voodoo Doll]

Seven 18-centimeter humanoid dolls appeared at Wang Ya's feet. Each doll was made from a single piece of string and had onyx eyes, with different forms of clothing, including string-made undershirts and trousers, as well as cloth headscarves or hats.

Wang Ya's eyes lit up. It was this little gadget! If used for certain purposes, it would be remarkably effective.

The next day!

As the headquarters of the Shark Gang, Kendis Bar naturally saw no one outside the Shark Gang dare to enter. The handover ceremony for the new boss began.

Wang Ya felt that becoming the new boss of the Shark Gang required a bit of ceremony, of course, the handover ceremony was secondary; more important was the report on various aspects of the Shark Gang's situation.

"So, we only have ten thousand dollars in liquid funds left, of which eight thousand dollars need to be paid to the Hank Gang, who manage us…"

Wang Ya listened to the report from the somewhat scrawny black old man in front of him. No, he didn't want to listen for another second.

Oh my god!

The huge Shark Gang only received ten thousand dollars in funds a month. Even the poorest part of Bru District, a slum, couldn't possibly have only ten thousand dollars.

With twenty-three members, not to mention collecting protection fees in Bru District, and the illicit bloody trades, organ, and human trafficking, it was impossible to have only ten thousand dollars left.

"Before this, Boss Kendis had already paid ten thousand dollars to the Iron Blood Gang and twenty thousand dollars to the White Eagle Gang…"

The black old man, Gemu, added, secretly glancing at his new boss to confirm his blood pressure was stable before lowering his head.

"Don't tell me they are all superior gangs managing our Shark Gang!"

"To be precise, only the White Eagle Gang manages our Bru District and several nearby districts. It is said that the White Eagle Gang also has some connections with the Cobblepot family!"

Wang Ya's expression subtly changed. The Cobblepot family was not ordinary; they were, in fact, terrifying. This was one of Gotham City's Four Great Families, with businesses spread throughout the city, controlling various sectors of the entire city.

They also represented one of Gotham's big bosses, the Penguin—Oswald Cobblepot!

Wang Ya certainly had no intention of encountering such an existence right now!

"So the Hank Gang and the Iron Blood Gang are just preying on us because they see us as easy targets!"

His voice grew colder and colder.

Many members lowered their heads, not daring to face the wrath of their new boss. Even if he was very young, excessively young even, they, who were used to being submissive, needed a boss, as long as this boss didn't cut their monthly expenses and liquor.

As for that bar girl, she was the only girl at Kendis Bar. Only the highest-ranking enforcer, Jiedun, and Boss Kendis could enjoy her. There used to be another girl, but she was abused to death when entertaining the Hank Gang guys. For this, Boss Kendis was secretly displeased for a long time, but ultimately said nothing!

But that was in the past now. They had a new boss, and as long as the drinks and expenses kept flowing, they didn't care who the boss was!

Almost everyone in Bru District was at the very bottom of society—the old, weak, sick, lazy, decadent. A series of negative emotions and dark deeds appeared here.

No, it should be said that Bru District was even more orderly than the nearby districts, because half of the people were in a daze, too lazy to even commit crimes. Without work or money, they would go to the garbage dump to find food when hungry. The rich district would regularly dump some household waste at the landfill. When dirty, they would go to Finger River to bathe. Life had lost its purpose.

Such people, even thieves and robbers, wouldn't bother with them, and they would stay far away. As ambitious and idealistic members of the Shark Gang, they couldn't become such wastes!

The boss provides food, drinks, and cigarettes. Following the boss is definitely the right choice!!

Meanwhile, the ruthless Jiedun had become a cat slave, with only the Orange Cat in his eyes, constantly teasing it.

Wang Ya didn't speak again, only feeling that by taking over the Shark Gang and becoming the new boss, he might have been a bit short-sighted!

From ten thousand US dollars, eight thousand US dollars were deducted, leaving two thousand. One thousand of that was for daily liquor expenses, the cheapest kind. Six hundred was each member's salary. The mighty boss of the Shark Gang was left with only four hundred dollars to spend in a month.

One hundred of that was even for the bar girl's salary!!

Wang Ya could finally understand why a member said that Kendis's cigar was never finished; he always lit it and put it out, one after another... Poor!!

However, Wang Ya was also doing it to complete that thing...

Main Quest — Faction

As the origin of the SCP Foundation, how can one not have a faction to develop? Possess a faction!

Reward: Randomly gain an ability from an SCP containment object.

Wang Ya clapped the table: "Alright, you bottom-feeding scumbags, we need a breakthrough to change our current predicament!"

"The White Eagle Gang is one thing, but what are the Hank Gang and Iron Blood Gang? How dare they come and exploit us!"

"Also, I have an announcement to make!"

All members looked at him, even Jiedun, who was responsible for Orange Cat's daily life, turned his gaze.

Wang Ya solemnly announced: "From today onwards, our gang's name will officially be changed to the SCP Foundation!"

"Furthermore, we are not allowed to engage in human trafficking. I strictly forbid such primitive and barbaric acts!"

A member couldn't help but say: "But without that business, we won't make any money at all. How will we pay so many dollars to the White Eagle Gang, the Hank Gang, and the Iron Blood Gang at the end of the month…"

"That's right! If we can't make the payment, those vicious guys will take our people to pay off the debt!"

Most people's eyes were filled with fear, as if they had imagined how tragic that outcome would be.

As gangsters, they were already the epitome of viciousness, yet now they were afraid of another gang. It just goes to show how fortunes can turn.

Wang Ya's cheap father was a rotten drunkard and a gambling addict. He had indeed borrowed a lot of money from the Shark Gang, almost paralyzing the Shark Gang's economy.

Later, he drank himself to death, nearly giving Kendis a heart attack and causing him to follow suit…

One could only say he brought it upon himself, and truly couldn't blame anyone. He even implicated Wang Ya, who was almost used as an object for human trafficking, and his fate would certainly have been tragic.

Every member of the Shark Gang deserved to be hanged according to the moral standards of his previous life, but Wang Ya hadn't forgotten where this was: the simple and honest Gotham City. Talking about morals here, and to a group of vicious gang members, was utterly ridiculous.

Wang Ya himself wasn't a good person!

"What are you afraid of?!"

Wang Ya slammed the living gun onto the table, his eyes fixed on them, filled with coldness.

"I naturally have other ways to get money. This month is fine, but next month, besides the White Eagle Gang's monthly payment, the Iron Blood Gang's will also be cut off. Also, this month's Hank Gang payment, ignore it!"

"Don't forget, we are now called the SCP Foundation. We no longer belong to a gang, but to a private product technology company. Our source of money will naturally be selling our products!"

"And you, naturally, are the security guards and employees of the SCP Foundation!!"

Wang Ya said to them in a strange tone: "Oh, come on! What era is this? What future do gangs have? Only technology is the ladder of progress. We can only make big money by opening a company."

"Think of Wayne Enterprises, think of Stark Industries. Yes, that famous playboy. Don't you want luxury cars, beautiful women, and money rolling in…?"

The breathing of the members present grew more and more rapid, as if they had imagined that scene.

But Old Ge'mu suddenly asked: "Then what are our products, Boss? If we become a technology company, we must have a product to sell, right?"

He was over fifty, having spent a long time in Bru District. After all, he was well-informed and knew that starting a tech company wasn't that simple; it also needed a product to sell to truly be considered a technology company.

"Products…"

Wang Ya glanced at Old Ge'mu and then called out to Jiedun: "Jiedun, come here for a moment."

Jiedun, with Orange Cat on his head, walked over. Orange Cat's nature was very peculiar. Although its true form was a Bengal tiger, its appearance and weight could completely convince any sentient being who hadn't seen through its disguise that it was just an Orange Cat, provided you believed it.

But Wang Ya knew its true form and didn't believe it was a harmless Orange Cat, so he couldn't pick it up. The weight of a Bengal tiger was considerable, let alone having it on his head.

"What is it, Boss?!"

Meow~

Jiedun had completely become Orange Cat's cat slave and litter scooper. Besides Wang Ya's commands, he wouldn't listen to anyone else's. Even if someone discussed betraying Wang Ya and he overheard it, he would actively tear apart those traitors. He was truly Wang Ya's number one subordinate.

Wang Ya had never truly trusted anyone other than Jiedun, and this was a good opportunity to sound a warning to these guys.

Seven 18-centimeter humanoid dolls were taken out by Wang Ya, falling into everyone's eyes. They were all attracted by the exquisite craftsmanship of these small toys. Bru District wouldn't have such delicate trinkets. Perhaps only the Diamond District and East District across the Finger River had toy stores selling such refined items. But why was the Boss taking out these things?

Was he going to use these to pay their wages? Oh, come on, they weren't kids anymore. Why would they want these toys? Only whiskey could win their favor.

If Wang Ya knew what these guys were thinking, he would probably just take out the living gun and shoot them all.

An SCP containment object used to pay wages? Don't even think about it. This item was priceless. No, Wang Ya was actually planning to sell it for a high price.

"Jiedun, take a doll, then pull out Old Ge'mu's hair and wrap it around the string on the doll!"

Old Ge'mu vaguely felt that things were developing strangely, and he looked at the dolls with increasing unease.

"Boss, I don't think that's necessary. This doll…"

However, Old Ge'mu was interrupted by Wang Ya before he could finish speaking.

"Old Ge'mu, didn't you want to see one of our SCP Foundation's products? This is one of the products we are about to sell!"

Wang Ya said with a smile, but in Old Ge'mu's eyes, that smile was very unsettling.

Jiedun took a doll, pulled out a strand of Old Ge'mu's hair, and wrapped it around the doll.

Wang Ya silently thought to himself, 'It's starting, the harmonization state!'

Jiedun's expression suddenly changed. He felt that the doll in his hand seemed to move.

No, it really moved…

"Jiedun, put down the doll!"

Wang Ya then asked Old Ge'mu: "Gemu, squat down!"

Although Old Ge'mu had doubts, he still obediently squatted down.

Click!

The sound of a puppet's joints twisting. The humanoid doll placed on the ground actually squatted down on its own, just like Old Ge'mu, as if it had come to life.

"I am Gemu, a fifty-eight-year-old man, with a son and a daughter. I want to make money, more money, but the new Boss wants to abolish human trafficking, which makes me very dissatisfied. He's just a young punk. A thought of betrayal has appeared in my mind, but I haven't confirmed it yet…"

The humanoid doll spoke in the same voice as Gemu, and articulated Gemu's inner thoughts, as well as some things related to Gemu.

Everyone's gaze was horrified and fearful as they looked at the doll. Even Jiedun was no exception, and his fear of Wang Ya, the owner who brought out the doll, soared, losing even the courage to look him directly in the face.

This must be witchcraft, a wizard's trick. The new Boss is actually a wizard… Legends say wizards eat people's souls. The stories Mom told when I was little were all true… There really are wizards…

Old Ge'mu, even paler than death, knelt down, kowtowing to Wang Ya until his head was bleeding.

Wang Ya watched all this with satisfaction. This way, he had no more worries, and the effect seemed to be quite extraordinary.

Congratulations, D-class personnel Wang Ya, for establishing the SCP Foundation and gaining the loyalty of all its members! Mission 'Faction Creation' accomplished!"

"Reward: One random inheritance of an SCP anomaly's ability!"

Listening to the prompt in his ear, Wang Ya suppressed his excitement; he still needed to resolve the matter at hand first.

"Old Ge'mu, what more do you have to say?!"

Wang Ya's cold gaze fixed on the old man, Ge'mu.

"Boss, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please spare me, I was wrong… I shouldn't have had those thoughts!"

Old Ge'mu was kowtowing so hard his head was almost bleeding, a truly miserable sight, but to save his life, he had no choice.

The other Sende (Black) present looked at Old Ge'mu with indifference, some even spitting at him.

Traitors, once discovered, were uniformly thrown into the sea; gang members despised them even more.

This old Sende (Black) is still hiding something!

Wang Ya suddenly said with deep meaning, "The dolls say you still have two children! They're not young anymore…"

"No, don't, Boss, I was the one who betrayed you, it has nothing to do with them, it's all my fault, I shouldn't have leaked the news of you killing the old boss to the Hank Gang, and I definitely shouldn't have taken their money to be an inside man, it's all my fault, it has nothing to do with my children…"

Old Ge'mu confessed everything, his face a mangled, bloody mess from kowtowing, yet he continued to do so.

Sende (Black) pulled out his dagger and said fiercely, "Boss, let me slit this snitch's throat, he's a disgrace to us Sende (Black)!"

These guys could tolerate traitors, but when it came to snitches, no matter their status, they were the most despised and hated individuals among Sende (Black).

Wang Ya stopped the eager Sende (Black) and said to Old Ge'mu, "Tell me everything about your plans and agreements, I promise not to involve your children!"

"Boss, I'll… I'll tell you…"

…

Two days later, the Hank Gang was coming to invade Bru District and take control of the Shark Gang, which was now the SCP Foundation. Old Ge'mu was to act as their guide, and all the inside information had been leaked by him.

Sende (Black) was tasked with dealing with Old Ge'mu. As for Old Ge'mu's children, Wang Ya promised not to harm them, but what his subordinates would do was another matter.

Snitches were utterly detested by all Sende (Black), so their fate would likely be grim. However, this had nothing to do with Wang Ya; it was the price Old Ge'mu had to pay for his choices.

Since their internal details were known, the Hank Gang would likely bring a large amount of firepower to take control. They were not like the Shark Gang; they controlled a wealthier area and possessed considerable firepower.

But Wang Ya was no pushover. He had plenty of manpower, plus SCP-127 - Living Gun and Orange Cat. SCP-127 - Living Gun was far superior to ordinary firearms. He planned to find a good buyer for those dolls and sell them.

The money obtained from selling them could be used to develop the SCP Foundation or to buy some weapons to equip these energetic guys who had no outlet for their energy.

The identity of a 'Wizard' suited Wang Ya perfectly, allowing him both a sense of mystery and the ability to produce some miraculous items.

In the coming days, Wang Ya would certainly continue to manifest more SCP anomalies, which would provide a reasonable explanation to the outside world.

It would also increase the sense of the unknown, as the unknown is what makes others wary and is humanity's greatest fear.

Kendis Bar had become Wang Ya's residence, and the exclusive lounge on the second floor had been renovated. There was no longer any need to stay in his original rental apartment. In his original body's memories, he seemed to have a distant relative in New York, whom he hadn't contacted in a very long time.

But it no longer mattered. A clean identity meant fewer people knew Wang Ya, allowing him to develop freely.

Night!

Having finished all his miscellaneous tasks, Wang Ya sat on the sofa in his room, preparing to draw a random anomaly ability.

This draw would grant Wang Ya one of the abilities of an SCP anomaly. He hoped to draw a good one.

Wang Ya didn't take the threat of the Hank Gang seriously. His objective, from beginning to end, was focused on the larger organizations like the League of Assassins, the Court of Owls, and the Strange Circus.

Not to mention that fellow, the Joker. Whether he was an ordinary clown or one infected with the Laughing Gas Virus, all of this remained unknown.

He had to prepare for the worst. The development of the SCP Foundation would inevitably involve dealing with those forces.

Only by strengthening himself could he have the ability to face all dangers.

With a thought, he directly used the random draw opportunity.

"Random draw successful, obtained SCP-503 - The World's Luckiest Man. Ability inheritance and replacement in progress!"

Wang Ya let out a long breath. The worrying matter could finally come to an end. This anomaly's ability had no offensive capabilities, but it possessed an inexplicable immortality.

That was luck; no matter what, he would never die!

Its general manifestations included 100% win rates in roulette, Texas Hold'em, and card guessing.

When a gun was fired at his head, it would misfire in various ways, be jammed by debris, or have its parts damaged.

He might get injured, but he would never die. Even if a bullet truly hit his chest, it would pass through a non-fatal area, allowing him to survive. Even if Wang Ya wanted to commit suicide, he couldn't; he could only injure himself.

His personal safety was temporarily guaranteed. Unfortunately, it wasn't the offensive ability Wang Ya desired most.

However, acquiring this ability still satisfied Wang Ya. As long as it wasn't an ability that made him fall asleep instantly, or one that constantly filled him with hunger, forcing him to eat, any other ability was fine.

"Task triggered: Resolve Difficulties"

"Although you have established the SCP Foundation and brought many members under your command, external threats are imminent. Eliminate the incoming Hank Gang."

"Reward: One random manifestation opportunity"

Wang Ya's pupils contracted. It wasn't over; there was another prompt.

"Main Quest Two: Demonstrate Strength"

"You have already created the SCP Foundation, but the world is unaware. Eliminate the Hank Gang and declare the arrival of the SCP Foundation to the surrounding area's gangs."

"Reward: Manifestation Redemption Qualification: SCP-682 - Hard-to-Destroy Reptile"

Wang Ya forcefully suppressed his heart, which wanted to leap out. It was actually the qualification to redeem SCP-682 - Hard-to-Destroy Reptile! This was Grandpa 682!

Its abilities were absolutely top-tier: an indestructible body, enormous size, terrifying corrosive abilities… With it, he would have the confidence to contend for power in Gotham City.

"Wang Ya"

"Level: D-class personnel (500/1000)"

"Manifestation Points: 1023"

"Existing Anomalies: SCP-127 - Living Gun (Safe), SCP-247 - Harmless Kitten (Euclid), SCPID)… …"

The Landon Family was also a significant power in Gotham City, owning several companies and controlling a certain essential commodity, placing them in Gotham City's upper echelon of society.

Landon Fury, as the current head of the Landon Family, was an even more renowned philanthropist.

This led more and more commoners to believe that Landon Fury was a selfless philanthropist who had made numerous contributions to Gotham City.

These were precisely what he wanted, and what he deliberately presented himself as; in Gotham's high society, everyone needed a face different from their true one to conceal their real selves and inner thoughts.

For example, no one knew that Landon Fury was not only the president of Landon Company but also a hidden channel for selling arms to various gangs and even involved in human trafficking.

Coincidentally, Wang Ya had just learned about this famous philanthropist, Landon Fury, through a special method!

Although his name contained the characters 'Fury,' which reminded Wang Ya of the one-eyed black man far away in New York City, these two were not on the same level, and the pressure they exerted on Wang Ya was entirely different.

Just like now, Wang Ya was leisurely and comfortably cutting a piece of beef and putting it into his mouth.

In the splendid and elegant hall, a long dining table was laden with many dishes, but there were only two people eating there, sitting opposite each other, at the head and foot of the table.

On either side were butlers and waiters waiting, and of course, rows of firearms pointed at Wang Ya.

"Respected Mr. Fury, I think we should discuss the main business now!"

Wang Ya elegantly wiped his mouth with a napkin; this was a treatment he couldn't enjoy in Bru District, and of course, this treatment came at a price, but Wang Ya hadn't forgotten the purpose of his visit to Landon Fury.

Landon Fury stared at this unknown Asian kid, who claimed to be a member of the SCP Foundation, an unheard-of technology company, and was prepared to sell him a cutting-edge product. Although he had already concluded it was a scam, his magnanimous nature allowed this Asian kid to finish his meal before going to hell.

What a pity! Although his harem still lacked an Asian, compared to being deceived, he chose to simply kill this Asian!

Just as Landon Fury was about to clap his hands and order them to shoot this guy, he noticed the Asian opposite him calmly stand up and elegantly bow to him.

"Respected Mr. Landon Fury, I suggest you must take a look at our Foundation's product; it will definitely satisfy you!"

Wang Ya said with deep meaning!

Landon Fury's face immediately turned cold, and he clapped his hands!

Bang bang bang!

A hail of bullets flew towards Wang Ya; a good seven or eight people were attacking Wang Ya with handguns.

However, the result greatly surprised them!

Because Wang Ya was completely unharmed; to be precise, not a single bullet hit Wang Ya, which was simply impossible.

Landon Fury's pupils constricted, and he could no longer remain calm; the scene before him seemed somewhat extraordinary!

Wang Ya patted the suit he had worked so hard to save money for, dusted it off, and said to Landon Fury with a smile.

"Mr. Fury, now we can have a good talk, can't we!"

"Asian, what did you do!"

Landon Fury said with an extremely displeased expression.

"I didn't do anything! Just a little bit of luck!"

Wang Ya chuckled.

"Luck! I don't believe you always have such good luck!"

The squad firing nearby was probably Landon Fury's guard team; their white leader sneered and rushed towards Wang Ya.

He held a folding dagger, intending to stab it directly into Wang Ya's stomach, but as if by coincidence, he accidentally stepped on something and stumbled, falling flat on his face in front of Wang Ya!

"Sir! I don't think I'm worthy of such a grand gesture from you!"

These words filled the white man with immense shame and anger; he couldn't believe he had stumbled at such a moment, it was too embarrassing, especially in front of Mr. Fury. Intense murderous intent prompted the white man to suddenly tackle Wang Ya, intending to forcefully plunge the dagger down.

Crack!

The white man's waist seemed to dislocate and jam due to the excessive force, causing the dagger to drop forcefully and also miss its target, plunging directly into his own chest!

Pfft!

The white man, spitting blood from his mouth, collapsed and died gloriously.

"Oh dear! Mr. Landon Fury, this is entirely not my fault. Your subordinate should perhaps practice more; he actually twisted his waist, leading to suicide. This is truly an incredibly sad event!!"

While saying 'sad,' Wang Ya's face was full of smiles!

Landon Fury's back gradually became drenched in cold sweat; this Asian was too bizarre. How could this be? Why did such methods resemble those of witches in fictional stories?

Wang Ya, carrying the goods for this trip in a backpack, walked towards Landon Fury.

"Protect the Patriarch!"

The members of the guard team fired again, but without exception, not a single shot hit Wang Ya; at most, they only hit near Wang Ya's feet.

One white bodyguard, perhaps truly enraged and shamed, pulled out a Desert Eagle from his waist, directly blocked Wang Ya's path, pointed the gun at his head, and his eyes were incredibly cold.

"Damn Asian brat, die for me!"

Everyone watched this scene expectantly, thinking there was no way he could miss now, but the development of events was completely different from what they had imagined. Instead of Wang Ya's head being blown off, the Desert Eagle jammed!

Yes, that's right, a probability of a few thousandths actually happened just now; the Desert Eagle jammed!

The white man furiously kept pulling the trigger, but it kept jamming, and no bullets were fired.

Everyone present looked at Wang Ya as if he were a monster; a probability of a few thousandths had occurred several times in a row, which was simply impossible, yet it had truly happened.

The white man kept firing, and the cold sweat on his face grew, but after Wang Ya had already walked past him, the Desert Eagle finally fired a shot, shattering the wall.

But Wang Ya was no longer in front of him; an absurd idea appeared in everyone's minds: this mysterious Asian was a terrifying wizard who had used some witchcraft to cause the firearms to malfunction.

"Devil! You are a devil!"

The white man completely despaired and broke down, kneeling on the ground; his impression of Wang Ya was now etched in his mind, and it was one of immense fear.

But no one laughed at him, because Wang Ya's actions had already terrified everyone.

It seemed only this one answer could explain it: this Asian man truly was a Wizard.

"Mr. Landon Fury, I am Wang Ya, the President of the SCP Foundation! You can also call me by my codename, Wizard!"

Wang Ya's voice wasn't particularly loud, but to Landon Fury's ears, it was deafening, and drops of cold sweat trickled down his cheeks.

Wizard! He admitted he was a Wizard, he really was a Wizard!!

Landon Fury's face was terrifyingly pale. Regardless of whether Wang Ya's words were true, what he had shown already filled him with immense fear. If he truly was an evil Wizard, would he, like in the stories his great-grandmother told when he was a child, have his soul captured and put into a bottle, enduring the torment of the sun, never to escape for all eternity?

"Wizard... do... do you need anything..."

Landon Fury swallowed, speaking haltingly.

Wang Ya pulled a chair back, sat down in front of Landon Fury, and chuckled, "No, no, no, I think Mr. Fury, you shouldn't be so nervous. I'm here this time to sincerely recommend our product to you. This is the SCP Foundation's first product launch, and you are our first customer, and possibly our only customer in the near future!"

Wang Ya said with a profound tone, "Do you know what that means?"

Landon Fury was extremely nervous. He didn't understand what this mysterious Wizard wanted to do, but he decided that no matter what Wang Ya said, he would agree and cooperate!

In the wealthy, luxurious, and comfortable environment of high society, Landon Fury had long lost the calm judgment and courage of his youth. Now, he cherished his life and was timid.

Wang Ya placed his backpack on the table and took out its contents. This was the product he had come to sell this time, and also the first product sold by the SCP Foundation: the SCP Containment Object - Cursed Doll.

Six 18-centimeter tall humanoid dolls with agate eyes and various colored small outfits neatly dressed were placed on the table. One had already been used by Jiedun, for which he had suffered a bit.

Using this Cursed Doll was not without a price, which is why Wang Ya chose to have Jiedun use it on Old Ge'mu instead of doing it himself.

However, the price was a minor issue, not requiring too much to be paid!

The Cursed Doll attracted everyone's attention because such exquisite little things were indeed rare, seemingly hand-woven thread by thread.

Landon Fury was a connoisseur and naturally knew that these humanoid dolls were not simple. But even so, it wouldn't have caught his attention if it weren't for the mysterious and terrifying Wizard speaking.

"Mr. Fury, this is the first product of our SCP Foundation. As our only current customer, you can experience its charm for free."

Wang Ya said to Landon Fury, and also told him the relevant usage method.

Landon Fury felt both fear towards Wang Ya, the mysterious Wizard, and suspicion towards this humanoid doll. The information Wang Ya provided was simply too much for Landon Fury, who had long accepted scientific thinking, to fully accept.

However, Landon Fury himself didn't even realize that, after hearing Wang Ya's words, he inexplicably developed a huge sense of anticipation for this small doll.

"Go! Call Little Aili over!"

Landon Fury ordered one of his subordinates.

"Also, bring me another table and some more wine. Pour some for our esteemed Wizard... I want to drink heartily with the Wizard."

Landon Fury shouted again, and several black-suited subordinates moved quickly.

Soon the wine was poured, and the 'Little Aili' Landon Fury mentioned arrived. It was a handsome young man with blonde hair in a maid's outfit and large eyes. As soon as he arrived, he obediently ran and knelt by Landon Fury's leg, awaiting his master's command.

Wang Ya's mouth twitched, and his emotions surged, but he managed to control himself well, still speaking with a calm demeanor: "After using this product, Mr. Fury, please give us your evaluation. Also, please allow me to say this: SCP Foundation Product One, the Cursed Doll, welcomes your purchase and use!"

Ten minutes passed...

Landon Fury looked at the humanoid doll in his hand with a flushed face, his bestial desires reaching an extreme, along with a feeling of ultimate comfort and enjoyment.

The blonde young man in the maid's outfit at his feet was already slumped on the ground, tears streaming down his face, his expression numb, looking utterly broken.

The surrounding bodyguards and thugs deeply lowered their heads, as if counting ants on their shoes.

Landon Fury seemed to remember that there was a terrifying Wizard present, and quickly reined in his bestial behavior, transforming into a polite demeanor as he spoke to Wang Ya.

"Esteemed Wizard, your Foundation's product has left me extremely satisfied. I am very honored to have been chosen by the SCP Foundation. I want all of these dolls..."

Landon Fury was extremely pleased, and at the same time, he became even more interested in the SCP Foundation. A foundation established by a mysterious Wizard, selling not ordinary technological products, but magical items from the Wizard.

He had already concluded that these were magical items, which perfectly fit Wang Ya's identity as a Wizard. No technological product on the market could achieve this, not even that twisted genius, Tony Stark, could produce such products.

Only magic could explain it!

At the same time, being able to connect with the Wizard reignited some of his previously extinguished ambitions.

He was merely from an ordinary upper-class family; there were older families with far more assets and connections, which the Landon Family couldn't compare to. Perhaps he could...

...Wang Ya returned to Kendis Bar with a huge sum of thirty million dollars and an arms order from the Landon Family.

He didn't intend to hide anything; with the Landon Family's influence, it would be easy to uncover the true situation of the SCP Foundation.

However, Landon Fury already believed that Wang Ya was a Wizard, and likely viewed the SCP Foundation as a Wizard's game, or an organization a Wizard wished to establish.

To prevent Landon Fury from disrupting his plans and losing the opportunity to complete his mission, Wang Ya specifically warned him not to interfere or casually reveal their relationship, letting everything take its natural course.

Next, it was time to properly train these scumbag employees, awaiting the decisive battle with the Hank Gang.

The firearms were already in transit and would arrive tonight. Each energetic scumbag employee could even stuff an extra grenade in their crotch to surprise the Hank Gang!

Ugh! I have to write in the morning. From now on, I'll have two updates in the morning, otherwise, I'll be tempted by Naruto and only update once a day!"

…

Night, 12:31 AM.

Tonight, Gotham City was a little different; it had less noise and more coldness. The moon was obscured by dark clouds, and the cold wind blew away the clamor.

Bru District remained as usual, without lights, without warmth. In the cold alleys lay homeless people who had passed away at some unknown time.

Clang!

A trash can was knocked over by a stray cat, but it was destined to return empty-handed. In Bru District, not even a stray cat could find anything edible in a trash can.

Hans was an elderly Black man. He had a different look in his eyes than other Black people; his eyes had not lost hope for the future but were filled with anticipation.

Even though he was so poor and destitute that he could only keep company with the homeless on the streets.

In truth, he had a home, but it was in turmoil, like a fragile small boat tossed about in a stormy sea, liable to be submerged at any moment.

Everything stemmed from that person, his older brother, Old Gemu. To protect his family and gain the tolerance of the Great Wizard, he could only come to meet with the Hank Gang in place of his brother.

Even though Hans and Old Gemu were seventy percent alike, and despite multiple rehearsals and understandings beforehand, Hans still lacked confidence, but he had no choice but to push through.

He lacked confidence, but for the sake of his family, he had to replace Old Gemu and complete this task no matter what.

May God bless him!

Hans's hope was entirely placed on his family. He stood at the corner of Homeless Street No. 28, already resigned to death.

His gaze fell into the deep darkness. According to the agreement with the Hank Gang, they should be coming from that direction. Under his guidance, they would ambush the Shark Gang, thereby taking control of Bru District.

No, now it should be called the SCP Foundation. The Wizard, who possessed terrifying power, his appearance and physique were deeply etched into Hans's mind.

He was also the one who killed Old Gemu, but Hans had not the slightest thought of revenge, because he also held disdain and resentment for his deceased brother.

He had actually stooped to become an informant. If he had succeeded, it would have been fine, but he did not succeed, and this would make everyone associated with him objects of discrimination for all his Black compatriots.

This was the punishment for an informant.

Even Old Gemu's children were full of resentment, even hatred, for their deceased father.

It was all because of informing…

"God, please bless me so I can complete this task smoothly. That way, there might still be a chance to improve the current situation, so that I and my family will no longer suffer discrimination."

Hans was praying. He wore an old robe, inadequate for the cold night. The calluses on his hands were deep and full of wounds. He now fumbled, making a gesture of supplication.

Tap-tap!

Hans was startled. It was footsteps, many of them. He then instantly realized that this must be the Hank Gang arriving.

Inevitably, tension appeared on Hans's face under his hood. These were the Hank Gang thugs who killed without batting an eye; their cruelty and savagery were notorious. Even the White Eagle Gang didn't care for them much, were it not for the generous annual tribute…

Hans quickly stopped these meaningless thoughts, because more than twenty tall figures had already arrived in front of him, surrounding him. Their mocking eyes made Hans feel immense humiliation, but his expression remained normal, and he calmed down. He had not forgotten his mission.

"You've finally arrived!"

Hans said hoarsely, seeming to pull his robe tighter due to the cold.

"Your voice sounds a bit strange!"

Wild Wolf Willie, the leader of this Hank Gang operation, stared at Hans with fierce eyes.

Click!

A Desert Eagle with the safety off was pressed against Hans's head. A fierce glint flashed in Wild Wolf Willie's eyes, as if he was about to pull the trigger.

"I've had a bit of a cold lately, so my voice changed!"

A drop of sweat trickled down Hans's forehead. The anticipated gunshot did not occur, which allowed his pounding heart to settle down.

"Hurry up! Follow the plan, you stupid Black man. You should really be grateful that the boss gave you this opportunity. If you complete the task, I'll make an exception and put in a good word for you with the boss!"

Wild Wolf Willie slapped Hans's face with the gun barrel. The latter's eyes showed great fear, and he retreated a few steps in a panic, accidentally stepping on something and falling onto the ground.

His disheveled appearance made many of the Hank Gang thugs burst into laughter, their eyes full of ridicule and disdain falling on Hans.

Little did they know this was exactly what Hans wanted. He whispered faintly, "I will complete the task well. Follow me!"

Hans, walking ahead, added in his mind, of course, the task to be completed was the task of the Great Wizard.

Wild Wolf Willie always felt that something was off, but he didn't know what. Everything was according to the plan; this old Black man was indeed the informant. Next, this old Black man would lead them to wipe out the Shark Gang, and the Hank Gang would take over this area.

Of course, this could only be done in secret. Officially, the White Eagle Gang prohibited such cross-border actions. After occupying the Shark Gang's territory, they would still outwardly call themselves the Shark Gang, but the discrimination itself would already be under the Hank Gang's control.

This was the unwritten rule!!

Moreover, there had to be a reason. The Shark Gang's boss was actually killed by an unknown Asian, who then truly became the Shark Gang's boss. Under such circumstances, the Hank Gang could act.

Destroy the Shark Gang, occupy Bru District!

All the thugs' hearts were filled with anticipation for the glorious scene after completing the mission: beautiful women, fine wine, revelry…

Killing intent filled their eyes. The Shark Gang must be destroyed!

Wild Wolf Willie's gaze fell on Hans. As for this old Black man, once the mission was complete, it would be his death day!

No gang would want an informant, especially a Black informant.

Some of the homeless people sleeping on the sides of the road woke up because they heard movement. However, what greeted them were silenced firearms. Bullets pierced their bodies, and the lingering warmth of their corpses gradually turned cold, blood staining the night!

"Old man! How much further to the Shark Gang's secret gathering place?!"

Wild Wolf Willie stopped Hans. They had been walking for almost ten minutes, but the surroundings were still just roads and alleys. According to the agreement, the old Black man said that the Shark Gang would have a secret meeting today, known to very few. He was supposed to lead them to ambush that meeting and wipe out the Shark Gang.

But a bad feeling arose in Wild Wolf Willie's heart, which made him stop Hans and question him again.

Hans was startled by the sudden shout. His mind had been tense, with a group of fierce Hank Gang thugs following behind him. No one would be unafraid with so many dark muzzles pointed at them.

But Hans's worst fear still came true. This Hank Gang guy seemed to have noticed something amiss.

A look of determination flashed across Hans's face. He took off his hood, turned around, and said, "Calm down, what are you worried about? I'm an old man with one foot in the grave, or do you think a snitch has any other choice..."

Wild Wolf Willie thought about it, and it seemed to be true. If this old black man was discovered, his only fate would be death. No one would let a snitch continue to live, especially a black man.

"Observe our surroundings. What do you think this kind of place is suitable for? Do you think the new boss of the Shark Gang, that damned Asian kid who killed Kendis, would be careless enough to choose a location where you could easily find him!"

Hans seemed possessed by a gambling god, much like Chen Daozai who won thirty million with thirty dollars back in the day. Today, Hans would also use one life to win against the twenty lives of the Hank Gang. His eyes instantly took on the role of Old Gemu. The two were already very similar, and with such immersive acting, Wild Wolf Willie couldn't see through the facade.

At this moment, the Hank Gang thugs followed Hans to a slightly secluded alley. Ahead was a very dilapidated complex of buildings, where almost no one came anymore. It was close to Finger River.

It was a good place to hide!

A cold smile appeared on Wild Wolf Willie's lips.

So that's it, hidden there. With his experience, he had already discovered something was wrong.

There was a large abandoned warehouse ahead. Although it was well disguised, that didn't mean he couldn't see the deliberate act of boarding up the windows. Especially since the entrance and exit had no weeds, indicating frequent foot traffic, while the area around the abandoned warehouse was overgrown with weeds. This clearly showed uninvited guests, and there was definitely something fishy going on.

It was highly likely to be the secret meeting the Shark Gang was holding.

"Old man, is that the place!"

Wild Wolf Willie pointed at the abandoned warehouse!

Hans made an appropriate expression of surprise: "How did you know? I haven't told you yet!"

Wild Wolf Willie's lips curled into a sneer: "What a foolish old man. How can you fathom my depth? My eyesight and experience are not something you can compare to. I can spot something wrong with this at a glance."

Seeing that the old man's expression didn't seem fake, then this place really was the secret meeting spot of the Shark Gang.

This meant he was no longer useful!

The killing intent in Wild Wolf Willie's eyes grew deeper and deeper.

Hans naturally felt that cold gaze fixed on him. Even though his hairs were standing on end, he still spoke with a normal expression.

"To prevent any accidents, I can go in and scout for you first. Today, I took a sick leave, which is why I didn't go. In their opinion, I should be at home at this time, suffering from a cold and illness. Although they might be surprised if I show up, they won't suspect anything!"

Hans said confidently: "An old man who always thinks of the Shark Gang and cares deeply for them, they wouldn't suspect me. I'll give you a signal then!"

Wild Wolf Willie narrowed his eyes, saying nothing, seemingly deep in thought. After a long while, he nodded in agreement.

So, the twenty-odd Hank Gang thugs hid around the abandoned warehouse, watching the old black man's stumbling figure knock on the door and enter the abandoned warehouse.

Wild Wolf Willie showed a triumphant smile. He had indeed judged correctly. He didn't need the old man's guidance, but now he just needed to wait for the old man to give the signal.

He wasn't afraid that the old man would betray them. A snitch who betrayed once was already despised and discriminated against. If he betrayed twice, he would absolutely have no way out. All those connected to him would be implicated, and their generations would be hung on the pillar of shame.

And the Hank Gang would make that old man despair in regret!

...

Five minutes passed, and Wild Wolf Willie was getting impatient. Had something gone wrong with the old man?

The faint sense of unease hidden deep in his heart grew stronger!

He unconsciously tightened his grip on his sidearm.

Finally, he got what he wanted. A familiar black figure appeared at the door, made a gesture in their direction, then made a peeing motion at the door before going back inside.

Wild Wolf Willie instantly understood that the other party was using the opportunity of going to the restroom to send them a message. This was the best opportunity. Everyone in the Hank Gang disengaged their safeties and, with fierce expressions, headed towards the abandoned warehouse, getting closer and closer.

Approaching the door, he leaned against the wall. Although there was only a wall separating them, he seemed to hear faint conversations from behind the wall, which made the smile on his lips grow even brighter.

Shark Gang! You're finished!

Wild Wolf Willie led the charge, kicking open the door. As the door collapsed, several grenades mixed with flashbangs were thrown inside, and the Hank Gang members hid behind the wall.

These were high-grade goods, which the Hank Gang had spent a fortune to acquire.

Boom!

Inside, there were violent explosions, various screams, and curses.

"Enemy attack!"

It seemed to be a Shark Gang thug shouting.

"Brothers! Time to feast!"

Wild Wolf Willie, with a cruel smile, raised his submachine gun and rushed in, spraying bullets everywhere inside.

The other Hank Gang thugs also swarmed in, firing bullets without restraint, shell casings falling all over the floor.

The dense, suppressed gunshots indicated that the Hank Gang had indeed gone all out this time. Silencers were not cheap, especially when so many firearms were equipped with them.

After a magazine was emptied, the Hank Gang thugs began to reload. Most of the silencers had already melted from the extremely high temperature.

Everything in the field of view roughly fell into their eyes.

Wild Wolf Willie's expression changed drastically, turning pale instantly.

Damn it! It's a trap...

They had only been shooting at a team of scarecrows and some broken tables and chairs. On the second-floor railing, a dozen AKs were aimed at them, and two heavy machine guns were also targeting them.

"Damn it! Why is this here!"

Wild Wolf Willie said in despair. At this moment, he saw an Asian youth on the second floor smiling at them, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. Beside him was a familiar black face.

It was that guy, that snitch!

He betrayed the Hank Gang, how dare he, how dare he!

This despicable black man, this despicable snitch, actually played everyone. The Shark Gang must have also been deceived. He must expose him.

Wild Wolf Willie used the loudest voice of his life, roaring unwillingly: "That black man is a snitch! We were all betrayed!"

The next moment, all the muzzles pointed at them fired simultaneously.

The Hank Gang members couldn't even resist and were riddled with bullets.

However, Wild Wolf Willie's objective had been achieved. His remaining consciousness allowed him to look at the snitch with a sneer. He would also die, and the other party's family and all related individuals would die horribly!

Hans bent down and respectfully took the wine glass from Wang Ya. He also took out a white cloth to wipe the dirt from Wang Ya's leather shoes. His slightly turned face was full of a mocking smile, which instantly froze Wild Wolf Willie's smile. Then he tilted his head, completely lost consciousness, and died.

Oh yeah!"

"Excellent, this is a great victory!"

"We all have to thank the great Wizard, it is he who allowed us to defeat the Hank Gang guys."

The members of the Shark Gang, no, now they should be the D-class personnel of the SCP Foundation, cheered excitedly.

They all shouted Wang Ya's name.

For them, it was indeed an unimaginable victory, defeating the Hank Gang members who had always oppressed them, especially with the notorious Wild Wolf Willie among them.

However, for Wang Ya, this small victory didn't seem so important.

His goals were always set further, looking further.

But eliminating the Hank Gang members who attacked this time also allowed Wang Ya to complete his mission and gain an opportunity to randomly materialize an SCP containment object.

After cleaning up the mess, Wang Ya returned to Kendis Bar!

In the room, Wang Ya's mind stirred, and a data panel visible only to him appeared in the void.

[Wang Ya]

[Level: D-class personnel (500/1000)]

[Manifestation Points: 1630]

[Existing Containment Objects: SCP-127 - Living Gun (Safe), SCP-247 - Harmless Kitten (Euclid)…]

With the extra random manifestation opportunity, Wang Ya decisively chose to use it.

For now, the goal was to improve his level as much as possible; once he reached C-class, he could start exchanging and manifesting containment objects.

[Random Manifestation Opportunity Used!]

[Obtained: SCP-120 - Teleportation Pool [Safe]]

This manifestation was very different; it no longer appeared directly in front of Wang Ya. Instead, Wang Ya had a premonition that as long as he wished, he could manifest that containment object into reality, providing a buffer and choice compared to before.

It also made Wang Ya less passive.

And the manifestation of SCP-120 - Teleportation Pool confirmed his thoughts; it was time to establish a base of his own.

…

The next day, daytime!

Landon Fury received a mysterious call. He was playing with his young male servants when he answered, but when he heard a voice he could never forget on the phone, his expression immediately turned serious.

"Okay! Wizard… I will definitely fulfill your request… Don't worry, no one will ever know, and those who do know, I will send them to the most secret place where secrets cannot be exposed…"

That place was hell.

Landon Fury's expression was solemn. He now had immense trust and reverence for Wang Ya. This was a Wizard from myths and legends, capable of doing things humans couldn't imagine.

The humanoid doll he was given was the best proof!

It possessed magic he couldn't imagine or understand. He had even tried to understand it through scientific means, but couldn't figure out why this small doll could move on its own, only needing an insignificant strand of hair, and could even learn the deepest secrets of that person.

Coincidentally, using this doll filled with the Wizard's magic, he found a few not-so-innocent little fellows among his male servants.

Their fate… was imaginable!

Landon Fury no longer had the heart to play with the handsome male servants. Everything had to prioritize the Wizard's affairs. He decided to handle things personally, hoping it might show the Wizard his sincerity.

The Wizard must have his own ideas for creating a force. Although ordinary humans like him couldn't fathom them, he believed that by closely following the Wizard's footsteps, the Landon Family would reach an unprecedented peak under his leadership, perhaps even surpassing the Four Great Families…

Landon Fury's eyes were incredibly deep, hiding his ambition. Gotham City had been too calm for too long, so long that everything had decayed. It was time for a change!

The Four Great Families… the founders of Gotham City… the root of corruption began with them…

…

Inside the Hank Gang's main base, all members dared not speak. The atmosphere was overcast, as if the boss's wrath would strike like thunder at any moment.

The boss of the Hank Gang was named Hank, a bald, burly man with solid muscles and a long scar on his face. He sat on the sofa, his expression grim, cigar smoke filling the air.

"I think I need an explanation!"

Hank's low voice was like the prelude to a storm.

Everyone knew the boss was furious, and no one dared to speak first, fearing they would become the target of his anger.

But there was an exception. A relatively thin white man stepped forward, wearing a black cowboy hat. His name was Ghost Fox, known only by his codename. He was a meticulous man, Hank's confidant and right-hand man. His right-hand man, Wild Wolf Willie, had already died at the hands of the Shark Gang.

He slowly said, "The biggest reason for the mission's failure is…"

Hank's eyes were cold, and his murderous voice echoed in everyone's ears.

"No one can betray our Hank Gang, especially a lowly black man, a damned informant! That informant must pay, and everyone related to him must die!"

The expensive cigar was thrown to the ground and crushed under Hank's foot.

"Everyone related to him!"

"Yes, Boss, we'll get right to it!"

Many Hank Gang members responded. The location of their operation no longer mattered; the Hank Gang and Shark Gang had already torn off their masks.

Even if the Hank Gang's forces sent to wipe out the Shark Gang last night were completely annihilated due to a trap, it didn't mean the Shark Gang had the power to resist the Hank Gang.

They were just a bunch of despicable schemers!

With heavy firepower, the Shark Gang would be like fragile bubbles, easily dispersed in the face of absolute power.

As the Hank Gang stirred again, on the verge of action, the SCP Foundation was also launching a special project.

Inside Kendis Bar.

"Wizard, shouldn't we prepare for the Hank Gang's retaliation?!"

Sende (Black) said uncertainly.

This was what others wanted to know too. After killing so many Hank Gang members and eliminating Wild Wolf Willie, Hank, the Hank Gang's boss, would surely retaliate, as he held grudges.

Hans was the most worried. He had won a gamble against twenty people, but he felt no sense of accomplishment, only lingering fear and current worry for himself and his family.

Given the Hank Gang's style, they would definitely retaliate against him and his family, and he might even be their primary target for revenge.

Wang Ya appeared confident about this, calmly saying, "No one wants to see this happen… at least not for the next few days…"

What happened between the SCP Foundation and the Hank Gang could not escape the eyes of certain people, and those people would prevent too much chaos from occurring.

Clang!

The ashtray smashed the expensive table in the room, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive. Everyone in the room didn't dare to breathe.

It was all because of the man on the sofa, Blood Hand Hank, who could stop children from crying.

His hands were stained with the blood of at least two hundred lives, according to statistics.

Hank's face was ferocious, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Damn it! Damn it..."

"To actually make me stop most of my activities, to make me behave myself... What does he think he is... What is he..."

An extremely hateful face flashed through Hank's mind!

He slammed his hand down, actually breaking the armrest of the sofa. His long-term training had never stopped, creating his terrifying physique, enough for one person to withstand the siege of ten.

This made the members of the Hank Gang bow their heads even lower, as if trying to count how many ants, if any, were on their feet.

Although he was very unwilling and extremely angry, Hank could only abide by the rules now, because these were rules created by a force stronger than him and more enormous than the Hank Gang.

Being within the rules, if one does not have the ability to break them, one can only honestly abide by them.

"The plan against the Shark Gang is temporarily shelved..."

Hank gritted his teeth as he uttered these words he didn't want to say.

"Also, let that old man live a little longer, and let the Shark Gang guys be smug for a while longer..."

"As soon as some time passes, it will be the moment of the Shark Gang's complete annihilation. I will make that Asian brat lick my shoes, and I will slice that informant into a thousand pieces!"

...

Three days passed quickly!

A new building appeared in the Bru District. It was a ten-meter-tall black building. Although it was insignificant compared to the other skyscrapers in Gotham City, if such a black building appeared in the Slums, especially in the poorest Bru District, then the meaning it represented would be completely different.

The homeless people in the Bru District looked at the bright and beautiful black building, its sunscreen coating reflecting the sunlight, but even so, it couldn't stop them from staring at the black building.

In their tired and confused eyes, a different kind of brilliance gradually appeared. It was the glory, the glory for the worst, poorest Bru District to have a skyscraper that the entire Slums didn't have.

"SCP Foundation..."

A ragged old homeless man looked at the striking logo, a large circle with three evenly protruding square sections, and in the middle of the circle was a smaller circle, and within that were three arrows pointing to the center.

This was the logo of the SCP Foundation, and this logo seemed to contain some meaning.

Everyone in this world might not know the meaning of this logo, only Wang Ya knew that it represented containment, protection... maintaining the normal operation of human society!

The silent contributors who bear everything, this is the SCP Foundation!

This black building was the result of three days of hard work by Wang Ya and all the employees of the SCP Foundation. Although only a rough structure was built and only one floor was decorated, more will be completed in the coming days.

Landon Fury seemed particularly diligent, even coming several times in person to supervise the construction process.

Of course, his identity was hidden, but the mere construction of this building had already fallen into the eyes of some interested parties. The source and channels of funding were probably already being secretly investigated by some people.

Landon Fury's exposure was only a matter of time!

However, Wang Ya didn't care, because gaining some time, and more deeply, including this building, was only on the surface, shown to others.

The more important task he assigned to Landon Fury was in another secret location, about a few kilometers away at the bottom of the Finger River, an underground base of considerable engineering scale.

It was destined to be a long-term project, and for this, the Landon Group even publicly announced that it was a water conservancy project.

As for whether it was a real water conservancy project, no one cared. For the country and the people, everyone wholeheartedly supported the Landon Group's endeavor.

In fact, a water conservancy project was indeed built, but during the construction process, part of the effort was put into other projects.

Landon Fury was very attentive to this, after all, it was strictly requested by the Wizard, and he wished he could personally go underground to work, to show Wang Ya his sincerity.

The underground base already had a prototype, and it could be put into use in another day or two, and Wang Ya's plan would also begin to unfold.

On the surface, it was the SCP Foundation, a newly established technology company, but in reality, it was still the SCP Foundation, a secret base, a mysterious special organization.

Everything was still in its initial stages, and Wang Ya still needed to follow up and improve it.

However, the prototype had already been created, and the energy that needed to be expended next would not be so much.

The materialization of SCP-120 - Teleportation Pool, once the construction on both sides is complete, the Teleportation Pool can be placed in the small pools within the base and the SCP Building.

No one would know that a small pool could contain the great power of spatial teleportation.

SCP-120 - Teleportation Pool: Appears as a small children's wading pool, colored a soft pink, made of ordinary plastic, yet its structure cannot be damaged by any known means. The substance contained within the pool appears to be shimmering, colorful, and liquid.

This Teleportation Pool has eleven teleportation locations, meaning that by entering through the Teleportation Pool, one can randomly appear at one of the eleven marked locations. Wang Ya plans to install the Teleportation Pool in the center of the SCP Building. As for the eleven teleportation locations, one will be placed in the real underground base, and the other ten locations will be placed in some very interesting places. Even if someone discovers the ability of the Teleportation Pool, there will only be a one-eleventh chance of finding the real SCP Foundation base.

Wang Ya had already considered placing the other ten-elevenths of the chances in deliberately set death traps, installing various trigger-activated bombs to ensure a big surprise for any potential enemies.

Of course, the Teleportation Pool is under Wang Ya's complete control, allowing him to direct where a person is teleported. If Wang Ya does not control the Teleportation Pool, then the person undergoing teleportation only has a one-eleventh chance.

However, Wang Ya felt it was better not to be so cruel to enemies, so he would leave one in Arkham Asylum, to give enemies a little more of a chance!

The SCP Foundation, regardless, has now fallen into the eyes of some interested parties.

For example, a certain eccentric gentleman who was reading a newspaper, dressed in a typical tuxedo, wearing a top hat and a monocle, with a large waist, short stature, but full of elegance.

SCP Foundation!"

Oswald Cobblepot looked at the newspaper in his hand, but what came out of his mouth was content not found in the paper.

That's right, a small disturbance in the Slums wasn't worth the newspaper wasting a single bit of ink or space to replace some celebrity gossip.

But for Oswald Cobblepot, it was extremely important. That part of the Slums was under his jurisdiction; there shouldn't have been any secrets.

"So who is behind this, suddenly providing funds to build a so-called building in the poorest Bru District?"

Oswald Cobblepot didn't know, but he was, without a doubt, a little interested. Normally, such small matters wouldn't reach his desk, the founder of the Iceberg Lounge and Iceberg Restaurant, but a few days ago, two small gnats suddenly clashed, making the quiet Slums gradually feel noisy.

Oswald Cobblepot didn't like noise at all. Watching the sunset glow and quietly enjoying afternoon tea wasn't a much better choice?

"No matter what! There will always be clues, and I already have a definite suspect!"

But Oswald Cobblepot didn't understand why funds would suddenly be funneled into a small Shark Gang, in the poorest Bru District no less. Oh, it has now been renamed the SCP Foundation!

If the intention was to cause chaos among some of his subordinates, it was completely unnecessary. Choosing anyone else would have been better than choosing the poorest Bru District.

As for reducing the noise, Oswald Cobblepot didn't think the other party would be so foolish. Nothing could happen in Oswald Cobblepot's territory without being discovered or noticed.

The Penguin's gaze is everywhere!!!

But it was precisely this lack of understanding that made Oswald Cobblepot tacitly accept the actions of the SCP Foundation and the forces behind it.

As long as they made a move, with the passage of time, Oswald Cobblepot would naturally know what the true purpose was.

As for wanting to influence or even subvert the Penguin's influence, Oswald Cobblepot felt that no one in Gotham City had such an ability.

Even the Four Great Families were the same, because Oswald Cobblepot himself was one of the Four Great Families that founded Gotham City. His power and industries were spread throughout Gotham, deeply rooted and unshakeable.

But there are always exceptions! Except for that person!!

That deranged lunatic!

Oswald Cobblepot adjusted his monocle, and that person's figure flashed through his mind.

Sometimes he wore a tailcoat, sometimes a full purple long coat and trousers, always wearing purple or white gloves, a purple or green tie, old-fashioned dark leather shoes, applying strange bright red lipstick, with a pale face, purple hair…

But it had to be said that this attire had deeply ingrained itself in Oswald Cobblepot's mind, especially since he had interacted with that fellow a few times. Although he didn't need to fear the other party, and even the other party's threats were completely insignificant in front of Oswald Cobblepot.

But the results of each interaction always left Oswald Cobblepot feeling terrible.

If he could, he absolutely did not want to meet that fellow.

Fortunately, that fellow was always happy to pester a certain individual who always appeared in the night, which gave Oswald Cobblepot some convenience and relieved him of some unnecessary pressure.

But for Oswald Cobblepot to thank the other party, that would never be possible!

"All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy!"

Oswald Cobblepot sneered, "He truly is a madman. I hope Arkham Asylum will be his final resting place!"

His slightly corpulent body rose from the seat. Picking up his umbrella, Oswald Cobblepot was going to attend a charity event that wasn't particularly significant, but for the good reputation of Gotham City, the beloved Oswald Cobblepot still decided to waste a little time to attend.

"People always need many great scientists and indispensable philanthropists, don't they!"

Oswald Cobblepot pulled out an incredibly amiable smile at the full-length mirror.

…

Days passed, and the SCP Foundation also developed at a speed that could almost be described as rapid.

The black ten-meter building was only the initial stage; it would be continuously heightened in the future, and its footprint would gradually expand.

The funding issue was temporarily resolved, but Wang Ya did not rely too much on Landon Fury. The funds obtained from selling cursed dolls were not a small sum, at least for those scumbag employees, it was an astronomical figure, more money than they could ever see in a lifetime.

But Wang Ya had not only seen it but also touched it. The scent of franklin was so beautiful; everyone pursued it!

Of course, Gotham City was an exception!!

Wang Ya stood in front of the transparent bulletproof window on the top floor of the SCP Foundation building, overlooking everything in the Bru District.

Filthy streets, impoverished and hopeless people, small and dilapidated buildings, piles of garbage, filth everywhere. No one would clean the streets of this meaningless Bru District.

Just like the great night hero, the aloof noble son, he didn't understand where Gotham's true difficulties lay!

The root of crime lies in uneven resource distribution, unsatisfied human desires, the rich getting richer, and the poor getting poorer!

As a result, the way to change one's fate degenerated into savage crime!

What was the point of combating crime? It would be better to solve it at its root.

Wang Ya had a dream: when the SCP Foundation stood at the pinnacle of Gotham City, he wanted to change Gotham City's rules of survival.

Gotham was too old, too corrupt; it ultimately needed a reformer!

Bruce Wayne was wrong from the start. No, perhaps he wasn't wrong… it was just this corrupt Gotham that was wrong!

Gotham City needed reform!!

At least Wang Ya could not accept his no-kill principle. Everything was based on the assumption that the criminal was a good person, but in fact, Bruce Wayne didn't see this…

The Joker's madness was merely another way of confronting the darkness of Gotham City, facing the suffocating, viscous darkness and the desperate class rules with madness.

But he was also fundamentally wrong…

Everything might be related to Gotham City's rules of survival. It needed an absolutely powerful external force to break it and reconstruct it.

Wang Ya's ideal was still just a sprout, but he needed both goals and ideals. Making the SCP Foundation a sword hanging over everyone's heads was a must.

Just like the motto of the SCP Foundation, "We Contain, We Protect." For Wang Ya, another point had to be added: "We Control Order!"