2021.6.29.100°31′E, 13°45′N Thailand, Kunman Expressway
"Welcome to the Bangkok Nightly News, the weather station is predicting over 100mm of heavy rainfall from the Bay of Siam to Bangkok area from 1am today to 3pm tomorrow, people are reminded to ..."
The black behemoth lit up with a row of silvery-white direct light pillars piercing the pouring rain like a giant blade cutting through an endless curtain.
Narrow lightning hideously cut through the dark clouds of the night sky, temporarily cutting open the thick ink-like space, the light will briefly illuminate the land under the rainy night, but also the black monster's full appearance for a brief moment.
The old 1992 Mitsubishi Pajero v33 off-road vehicle, the style of this car has long been discontinued in 2001, the age of the car should have been scrapped but still drive on the road after 20 years. Like an antique out of the museum drove to the streets of modern times.
The dark green body of the car was wild with rain beads dancing a Nora dance, pumping the metal body to tremble slightly.
The v33 vintage 6G72 engine roared like a beast in the rainy night, and the dark green Pajero, like a gray wolf Fenrir trapped by the gods in a prison of rain and electricity, went berserk to escape from this oppressive space.
The 1,800-kilometer-long Kunman Highway seems to be the only one left with the Pajero V33 still speeding along like a desperate man. The north-south lane only has a few stars of faint light emanating from the street lights and Pajero in the middle, as if it were a long light in a tomb.
The man looked at the front windshield on the pouring rain just one second was wiped away by the wipers, the next windshield was filled with blur. The only thing in the space of the SUV was the roar of the engine and the sound of the radio and the "da da" sound of the rain hitting the body lingering beside him.
"Gurmantong, Gurmantong, Bangkok headquarters requesting to talk to you, please reply."
The man's brow furrowed slightly as the radio voice was rudely cut off, but the expression of discontent was fleeting, as a member of the MTF for nearly six years he knew the iron rules of the organization.
"This is Gumantong, all is well with the 'sacrifice', I am now about an hour's drive from Bangkok, all is well Everything is fine on the way."
The man did not know what he was transporting this time, three weeks ago, the organization ordered him to go to a small border town in China to take over the "sacrifice" and transport it back to Bangkok.
From the small town to Bangkok more than 1,000 kilometers, it is reasonable to use air transport, but the above strict orders to use road transport. The man has become a qualified and loyal soldier in six years of baptism, witnessed numerous strange and tragic cases, he knows that knowing too much about the inside does not bring him luck.
"The next call will be in one hour, may Buddha God bless." The cold standard Thai on the radio cut off the band after finishing, and the original news station switched back once again, the news flash had long since finished broadcasting and had been replaced with a nightly emotional program, with the female DJ witty in a sexy and flirtatious voice answering the dirty words of the lecherous old man late at night.
He took a glance at the navigation on the car's LCD screen, which showed a distance of 110 kilometers from Bangkok.
His heart dropped a little, he had heard other agents discussing the death of ten elite MTF agents during the internment of the "sacrifice", including "Bengal Tiger" Radozi, who had been involved in the internment of the SCP- 682 indestructible lizard, Tokyo. 682 indestructible lizards, the Tokyo Herzog incident and dozens of other famous missions. He was a famous and highly decorated A-class agent of the Thailand branch.
But died in this unnamed mission.
There is a deeper reason, Radozi is his master.
The day after his master took him he said to him, "Dulle, your entry into the Foundation means that you are about to see the crazy and cruel nature of the world."
That year in Jokkmokk, Sweden, in December, Jokkmokk was under the Aurora Borealis, a dreamy, pale green aurora shrouding the night sky.
Now, he knew the meaning of the words.
Life was so cruel that the kind old man like the master was eaten alive, and that old man was still with him the day before the mission in the roadside store, eating freshly fried fish cakes and drinking Leopard King beer.
Dulle suddenly remembered this past for no reason, and unconsciously tears at the corners of his eyes moistened his typical Southeast Asian dark brown skin.
He suddenly felt a hint of anomaly, why will suddenly remember this past, emotional radio somehow ended, the car only left the engine roar. An indescribable chill suddenly crept up the back of his neck.
The last time this feeling was felt, he was the only one left alive in the mission.
A baby-like low laugh suddenly enveloped the space inside the car, and the ensuing bad cold lice crawled all over his body. The low laugh seemed to linger in the ears.
A sudden sharp pain at the heart, if you stand in front of Dulles, you will find his heart, a blood stain is slowly blotted around the shirt.
The severe pain spider web-like spread throughout the body, back, abdomen, thighs ... uncountable blood flowers on the shirt material slowly haloed, as if a piece of poppies are in full bloom.
"Haha! Haha! Haha! Haha!"
The skin of Dupler's face exploded with a thud, a black spiky beard from the skin slowly crawled out, creepy is the tip of the spiky beard grew a down a drop of black blood dripping green-gray eye, the black pupil in the eye slowly turned, the surface covered with black-red blood.
Low laugh continues, Duler body more and more black spiked whiskers to break through the skin and clothing, growing savagely outward, from the side, Duler's body has become a sea of eyeballs around, covering the whole body of rotten eyeballs slowly turn around.
The Pajero lost control and crashed hard into the roadside barrier guardrail, crashing through the guardrail and tumbling downward.
In the Pajero continued to roll and disintegrate the body, still came the low laugh of a resentful baby.
The raindrops snapped on the body of the car, and the baby's low laughter merged into a devil's whisper, flying 110 kilometers away to the city of the night.