Unveiling Chaos: Battling the Unseen Forces

Because only in this way can S.H.I.E.L.D. send someone to rescue Tony.

After all, the Foundation currently has only a hundred or so available personnel, and it's a pity for them to sacrifice themselves for Tony.

Since we can't send our own people to rescue him, we have to rely on S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

It's a good idea to send S.H.I.E.L.D. agents to scout ahead. If the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents manage to rescue Tony and then become targeted by SCP-307, we can send Foundation personnel to assist and contain SCP-307.

If the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents encounter SCP-307 beforehand, it's even better. With S.H.I.E.L.D. acting as bait, we can reduce losses for the Foundation and locate SCP-307 in advance.

Regardless of whether S.H.I.E.L.D. succeeds in rescuing Tony or not, Noah won't lose. It's a win-win situation.

As long as S.H.I.E.L.D. agents take action, they will fall into our trap.

In the command room, in front of Natasha, Noah issued a mysterious order.

"Give orders to 6547 to delay their arrival as much as possible."

Natasha looked at Noah with confusion.

Isn't it said that the more SCP-307 consumes, the more dangerous it becomes? Why deliberately delay time?

Noah persuaded, "Only when SCP-307 is well-fed and grown can it have nowhere to hide."

Natasha pondered over his words and nodded, gaining a new understanding of the Foundation's cold-heartedness.

But Natasha didn't pity those terrorists; she only regretted that Tony, the playboy, might meet his end.

As for pity?

Natasha had no sympathy for Tony Stark before he became Iron Man. He was simply a despised individual, and she naturally didn't harbor any compassion for such a person.

With her professional spy instincts, Natasha took the opportunity to ask, "Sir? I have some free time now. Can you tell me more about the Foundation?"

Noah nodded upon hearing that. He had been planning to undermine S.H.I.E.L.D., and now he had the chance to persuade this alluring top-tier agent.

......

Inside the Foundation's armed transport plane.

The Foundation's Class-C armed members were checking their equipment.

"Cryogenic jet functioning properly!"

"Freeze grenades operational!"

"Suicide Bombers operational!"

"Coulson, May, these are your gear. You have 10 minutes to get ready!"

6547 roughly tossed two boxes of equipment at the two.

"Wait! I understand the cryogenic jet and freeze grenades, but what's with these suicide bombers? This... this is a violation of human rights!"

Coulson furrowed his brows, pointing to the clothes in the box with dissatisfaction.

It was the first time he had seen an organization openly distributing self destruction devices to its combat members.

What absurdity! The other combatants around seemed accustomed to it, as if they didn't care at all.

What kind of terrifying brainwashing ability was this?

Faced with Coulson's questioning, 6547 furrowed his brows in annoyance.

He couldn't understand why the wise and valiant commander had put this scum in his team.

How did someone like him, who questioned superiors during containment operations and refused to follow orders, manage to infiltrate the Foundation?

With his already hot temper, 6547 pulled out a parachute backpack from his chair.

With a stern face, 6547 scolded, "If you have any dissatisfaction or questions, you can leave now. Later, you can report me to the ethics committee. But for now, either get lost or follow my orders!"

Looking at the parachute in his hand, Coulson's face turned pale.

What's happening to this world?

Is it wrong to stand up against authority?

And what's with those disdainful gazes around?

Don't you all know there's something wrong with the equipment this asshole gave you?

It's a self destruction device!

Wearing this thing means your life is no longer in your hands but in the hands of the Foundation!

"Do you know the meaning of sacrifice? We are all valiant martyrs! We are humanity's last line of defense, unafraid of sacrificing ourselves! We die in the dark, so you can live in the light!" 6547 pointed at Coulson's chest with his hand, his tone cold.

"Coulson!"

Seeing Coulson's pale face, May gently pulled him aside.

As Coulson, who was still undercover, regained his senses, he reluctantly put on the equipment provided by 6547.

Meanwhile, he kept muttering about human rights and freedom.

"May! This Foundation is too terrifying, much worse than those terrorist organizations! Look at the fanatical devotion on their faces.

If Noah asked them to attack the White House, these people probably wouldn't even raise an eyebrow. They would even think they were dying heroically, sacrificing themselves for all of humanity!"

Coulson confided his fears and concerns to May, his face filled with distress.

May could only softly reassure him, "That's why we need to continue undercover, find about their headquarters as much as possible, and then wipe them out. Based on the information I've gathered so far, this organization is no less dangerous than Hydra was back then, and perhaps even more terrifying!"

Coulson listened solemnly and nodded.

As if he were about to sacrifice himself heroically, he picked up the clothes from the box.

In the Ten Rings camp, inside the cave where Stark was being held.

Tony, who was hammering on the Iron Man armor, looked concerned as he saw the commotion outside. He asked, "Yensen, what's going on? Why is there so much commotion outside?"

Yensen replied excitedly, "It seems someone is infiltrating the camp, claiming to be here to rescue you."

"To rescue me? Impossible! If it were true, there wouldn't be such a small disturbance outside," Tony said confidently.

Tony was quite confident in his position as a beloved national figure. If it came down to saving either him or the President, the military would undoubtedly choose to save him without hesitation. And if the people outside were really military personnel coming to rescue him, those terrorists wouldn't be able to hold out for so long.

"Should we stop with the armor? There are so many people outside, and we might expose ourselves," Yensen worriedly asked.

Tony put down the hammer and said, "Let's pause for now. It wouldn't be good if they discovered us."

Just as they decided to stop their actions, screams suddenly echoed from outside.

"Ah! What the hell is this?"

"Monster! It's a monster!"

"Help!"

"Wake up, quickly..."

Listening to the chaotic screams outside, Tony and Yensen exchanged glances and then instinctively grabbed the hammers next to them, securing the entrance to the cave.

Whether the outsiders were friend or foe couldn't be determined, and the best way was to prevent them from entering.

"We don't have time! Let's activate the armor first."

At that moment, Tony couldn't afford to worry about the mask that wasn't intact yet, and he hastily chose to activate the armor.

Outside, silence had fallen.

The bald leader gathered everyone together.

This action was like packaging them up and presenting them as a meal to SCP-307, making one's scalp tingle.

At S.H.I.E.L.D., Sharon Carter, the leader of the Middle East base and the niece of S.H.I.E.L.D. founder Peggy Carter, was in charge of the rescue mission this time.

She was truly a second-generation member of S.H.I.E.L.D.!

When Sharon Carter and the armed S.H.I.E.L.D. agents arrived at the camp, all Peggy Carter could see were a pile of clothes, not even a trace of blood.

She squatted down in front of the clothes, furrowing her brows as she examined them.

No bloodstains...

"These clothes don't seem like they were naturally taken off; it's more like the people inside the clothes suddenly vanished."

"No, these clothes are slightly damp..."

Sharon Carter, who felt that something was amiss, picked up one of the clothes and sniffed it at her nose.

A pungent odor assaulted her olfactory senses.

Realizing what it was, She immediately threw away the clothes and supported herself with her hand against the nearby tent, starting to retch.

"Fuck! This damn smell reminds me of the bodies in the sewer."

Sharon Carter couldn't help but curse.

"Stay alert and be cautious. There may be unknown dangers here!"

Sharon Carter held her gun vigilantly, surveying her surroundings.

At that moment, her communicator at her waist buzzed.

"Agent Carter, report the situation over there."

Fury's deep voice resonated from the communicator.

"The situation here is quite strange. All those terrorists have mysteriously disappeared. I believe something harmful has happened to them. We haven't found Tony Stark yet."

Upon hearing Sharon Carter's report, Fury's face couldn't help but darken.

The worst-case scenario had occurred—SCP-307 might have devoured everyone in the camp, including Tony Stark.

"Seeing is believing! Even if there's nothing, you need to find their clothes. Once you find them, immediately withdraw without hesitation!"

After saying this, Fury cut off the communication, not bothering to explain about SCP-307 to Sharon.

That was Fury for you—a man who didn't trust anyone.

Lying in his chair, Fury remembered Coulson's advice.

"If things go irreversibly wrong and SCP-307 becomes uncontrollable, launch a nuclear missile in the Middle East. Once that thing appears in a densely populated area, it'll be the beginning of doomsday."

"The Foundation... How do they evaluate the danger level of SCP-307? Do they really have the ability to contain so many monsters capable of destroying the entire world?"

The only eye of Fury flickered with determination.

If things truly reached an irredeemable stage, he wouldn't hesitate to launch a nuclear weapon, even if it meant sacrificing a portion of his people.

The information Coulson had provided on SCP-307's level of threat was too high.

Listening to the busy tone of her communicator, Sharon, with a cold expression, commanded the agents around her, "Search the entire camp. Find Stark or his clothes. Then we'll immediately withdraw. This place seems peculiar, so be cautious!"

A few minutes later...

Tony, who was almost done putting on the armor, suddenly heard urgent knocking on the door.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Yensen, who was typing on the keyboard, trembled when he heard the commotion outside, almost mistyping the program.

"Yensen! How much longer?"

Tony shouted anxiously.

"Almost there! Just a few more minutes!"

After finishing the final line of code, Yensen picked up the hammer next to him and ran to the back of the door, hiding.

As soon as someone broke in, he would have the opportunity to strike them hard.

"Is anyone inside? Make a sound if you're in there!"

"Captain, no sound from inside."

"The door is locked from the inside, so there must be someone in there. Report the situation here to the boss. We're ready to break in!"

Hearing the voices outside, Yensen, who had previously felt despair, suddenly brightened up.

That was authentic English, and Yensen was certain that those outside were definitely not the terrorists!

"Tony, it looks like we're saved, right?"

Excitedly, Yensen shouted to Tony, who was already inside the armor.

Tony, who had a similarly anxious expression, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Perhaps due to the excessive heat inside the mech, Tony felt that his back might be sweaty, but he wasn't sure if it was due to the high temperature or his nervousness.

"I'm Tony Stark! There's no danger inside. I'm going to open the door now."

Tony shouted from within the suit.

Upon hearing the sound from inside the door, the two agents exchanged glances, then excitedly picked up their communicators to call out, "Boss, we found Tony Stark. He's alive! We're c—"

Before the agents could finish their words, the sound abruptly cut off.

Sharon listened to the static coming from the communicator, her breathing becoming more rapid.

"Hello? What's happening on your end?"

"Hello? Hello! Fuck!"

She angrily threw the communicator to the ground.

"Where did Edward and the others just go? Let's go support them quickly. Something must have gone wrong over there."

Sharon ordered angrily.

Tony, hearing the sudden silence outside, couldn't help but feel a jolt of worry.

Has something unexpected happened again?

Were the people coming to rescue him ambushed?

Thinking this, Tony quickly told Yensen to hold off on opening the door.

Anxiously, Tony shouted, "Yensen, don't open the door yet! There might be an ambush outside!"

Soon, hurried footsteps could be heard. Sharon, who rushed over, looked at the familiar and unmistakable battle suits on the ground with a dark expression.

"Fuck! What the hell is Fury up to? What is he hiding?" Sharon cursed, looking angrily at the clothes on the ground.

Today's mission exuded an eerie atmosphere from top to bottom.

If they hadn't been hiding something from above, Sharon Carter wouldn't believe it, no matter what.

That damn director always kept something up his sleeve. He had done despicable things more than once or twice.

Tony, now fully equipped in the armor, listened to the familiar voice cursing outside and immediately exclaimed excitedly, "Is there anytone? Are you from US?"

Hearing the confident yet irritating voice, Sharon, who was originally furious, angrily retorted, "Fuck! You asshole!"

If they could rescue Tony Stark, sacrificing one or two agents would be worth it.

It was the first good news she received tonight, and currently, the only good news.

"Tony, you inside? I'm opening the door to rescue you! Don't move."

Worried that he might cause some trouble again, She quickly shouted to stop him.

"Hmm?"

She was about to order someone to break in but suddenly furrowed her brow.

She heard crawling sounds.

Like the sound of snakes slithering, and it sounded like there were many snakes.

"Be on guard! Something's wrong with these purple plants on the wall!"

Sharon looked at the densely packed purple vines on the walls, feeling her scalp go numb.

At this moment, SCP-307, which had been discovered, no longer concealed its fangs.

Countless vines swept toward her and the others, and the entire cave was surrounded by the purple vines.

In that moment, the agents inside the cave became pitiful, as if they had fallen into the jaws of a giant abyss, appearing incredibly small and helpless.

Although the agents managed to break many vines with bullets, the seemingly endless vines continued to surge forward.

In just a few minutes, several members of Sharon's team fell into a deep slumber.

As the agents continued to fall, only Sharon, holding a dagger, was left struggling to hold on.

If it weren't for some of the vines being busy feeding, She might have also become part of their food.

At this critical moment, the door behind her was finally kicked open, and Tony, wearing the heavy armor, stepped out step by step.

"Don't worry! I'm here to—"

Before Tony could finish his sentence, he saw the mass of vines covering the entire cave.

"Fuck! What the hell is this?"

Tony looked in horror at the densely packed purple vines.

Tony never had trypophobia before, but now...

If he managed to survive and go back, he definitely needed to see a psychologist and check if he had trypophobia.

The psychological shadow brought by this scene would haunt him for the rest of his life.

..........

Foundation Command Center.

"Report, Sir! We have located the exact position of SCP-307. It's time to take action!"

Dr. A167 looked excitedly at the screen in front of him.

"It's all thanks to that terrorist leader. He actually gathered people together, and those armed teams who broke into the camp were such easy bait. Without those sacrifices, it would have been difficult to lure out the cunning predator, SCP-307."

Dr. A167 was excited and happy, not caring at all about the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and Ten Rings members who had become bait.

Sacrifices were inevitable for containment.

The fact that no Foundation members were sacrificed in the process was already very lucky.

Furthermore, those people's sacrifices had nothing to do with the Foundation, and Dr. A167 had no psychological burden at all.

Natasha, who had been standing next to Noah the whole time, quietly glanced at Noah's slightly raised corner of his mouth.

She couldn't help but feel that everything was planned by Noah.

'Could it be that our team has been exposed? If that's the case, then all of this wouldn't be a coincidence, right? Deliberately letting Coulson send out the information, deliberately using Tony Stark as bait to deceive S.H.I.E.L.D.'

Natasha strongly suspected that all of this was Noah's plot, but she had no evidence and could only suppress this thought.

After the successful plan, Noah was in a very pleasant mood and immediately gave the order:

"Send the location of SCP-307 to Agent 6547 and order them to take immediate action to rescue the survivors trapped inside and then proceed with containment!"

...

Inside the cave, Tony maneuvered the suit, crushing the vines that kept spreading. He carried the unconscious Yensen on one shoulder and Sharon on the other, struggling to move toward the cave entrance.

Tony noticed that the movement of the suit was getting slower and slower. Under the relentless erosion of the vines, the suit's energy was rapidly depleting.

"Could it be..."

"No! If I were to do that, I'd rather die here!"

Tony vigorously shook his head.

He actually had a way to escape: activating the flight mode and forcefully flying out.

But the consequence of doing that would be abandoning the two people on his shoulders.

How could the proud Stark ever abandon his only friends who saved his life once before?

Just a few turns away from the cave entrance, the suit finally ran out of energy. After all the lights on the suit went out, Tony, trapped inside the suit, looked at the vines creeping from the depths of the cave with despair.

"Becoming fertilizer for plants! This way of dying is truly pathetic."

Tony sighed with a bitter face.

A while ago, he witnessed firsthand how those purple vines fed.

He would never forget that disgusting scene in his entire life.

Yellow mucus oozing out from every pore of their bodies...

That disgusting scene made Tony, who could only stand in place waiting for death, shudder in horror.

He couldn't imagine dying in such a manner...

Trapped in the immobile suit, he, waiting for death, suddenly furrowed his brow.

"Hmm! Why is the temperature dropping?"

"Could this be the feeling before death? The body gradually cooling down..."

In his dazed state,

Tony vaguely saw several moving figures.

They were dressed in combat suits with steel plates, wearing iron gas masks on their heads, and wielding strange weapons that emitted cold air...

Agent Coulson, who was at the forefront, looked at Tony in the suit and the two people on his shoulders, immediately excitedly shouting through the communication channel, "They're here! They're just unconscious. Hurry up and rescue them!"

Melinda May stepped forward to check and immediately said, "I'll take the two people on his shoulders out first. As for this guy in the suit, let's see if there's a way to open it. It's too heavy; we can't carry it."

Upon hearing this, Agent 6547 nodded and said in a low voice, "Follow her instructions. We need to retreat quickly! The freezing devices won't hold SCP-307 for long."

At this moment, Agent 6547 didn't have time to scold the two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents for their unauthorized actions and simply nodded to the nearby Class-C operatives.

After some fumbling and knocking, the Foundation members finally managed to open the Iron Man suit and pulled the unconscious Tony out.

...

Under the fearless protection of Foundation personnel, the vines of SCP-307 were gradually diminished, and the relentless tide of vines slowed down.

"Try to reduce the vines of SCP-307 as much as possible!"

Agent 6547, holding a steel rod, continuously shattered the frozen vines and slowly moved towards the cave entrance.

Wearing combat suits with steel plates, Agent 6547 didn't have to worry about being injured by the vines, so the Foundation hadn't suffered any losses so far.

"They're so professional! The Foundation's methods for dealing with anomalies are incredibly professional," Agent Coulson exclaimed, still collecting intelligence even on the battlefield.

If we only consider individual abilities, the Foundation's Class-C personnel are not on par with the specialized agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

But SCP-307 easily slaughtered a well-equipped S.H.I.E.L.D. team.

The reason lies in their equipment.

Specialized freezing devices capable of extremely low temperatures, self-exploding systems in their suits, and remote activation programs were just a few of the features.

Coulson was certain that if the Foundation were willing to go all out, they could rely on their numbers to overcome SCP-307.

But if it were S.H.I.E.L.D., it would be a lost cause no matter how many agents were sent.

Thinking about this disparity, Coulson began to doubt.

Without the Foundation, could S.H.I.E.L.D. still defend against these anomalies?

Coulson's conviction began to waver, and he vigorously shook his head before following the rest of the team out of the cave.

Just as they escaped the trap, Agent 6547 gave another order, "The rest of you, form teams of three and start clearing all the ambient temperature creatures in the area! Headquarters has sent remote-controlled robots."

Looking at the exhausted Class-C operatives, Coulson asked with concern, "Shouldn't we take a break? Our soldiers seem to have depleted their stamina..."

"Carry out your orders!" Agent 6547 coldly glanced at Coulson.

Facing Agent 6547's indifferent gaze, Coulson lowered his head and silently followed Agent May and another fatigued Foundation member.

After Coulson left, Agent 6547 commanded, "You, bring these three individuals back to the sub-base. Commander is waiting there!"

Noah, who had been observing the situation through the cameras carried by Foundation members, also slightly raised the corners of his mouth when he saw that Tony Stark was safe.

With this wealthy benefactor, the Foundation's early-stage funding should be sufficient.

What surprised him even more was the unexpected surprise of Yensen, who in the original storyline, died. He was undoubtedly a top talent and at least an A-level researcher when placed in the Foundation.

Noah was delighted that the Foundation could accommodate such talents.

As for Sharon Carter, it posed a dilemma for Noah.

As a second-generation S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, Sharon's loyalty to S.H.I.E.L.D. was unquestionable, and her stance was much firmer than Natasha, who defected to the Foundation.

Although Sharon was talented, the Foundation couldn't recruit her. At most, they could make use of her.

Just like using Coulson and May.

However, there was a difference between the two. Coulson and May were currently undercover agents, and Noah could openly command Coulson to carry out various tasks using their identities.

But it was different for Sharon; she was currently a captive.

Seeing Noah furrowing his brow, Natasha asked with confusion, "Sir, what's wrong? Everything is going smoothly. Why do you have a troubled expression?"

"I'm considering how to arrange these survivors, especially that woman. She seems to be a special agent from a military department. Now that she knows of our existence, we can't release her, but it's also not good to kill her..."

Dr. A167 immediately suggested, "Sir, how about incorporating her into the D-Class personnel?"

D-Class personnel!

Originally, the Foundation did not have D-Class personnel, but in many containment operations, the Foundation needed cannon fodder.

However, using Foundation members as cannon fodder would be considered morally and ethically wrong.

So, the Ethics Committee came up with a clever solution, which was to incorporate death row inmates or individuals seeking redemption into the D-Class personnel.

To be honest, Sharon didn't have any major crimes, and being classified as a D-Class member was somewhat unfair.

'Forget it. Although her stance is firm, according to the movie plot, she is at least a good person. Let's find a way to get some leverage on S.H.I.E.L.D. and have them from a Mobile Task Force,' Noah thought, his mind brimming with ideas.