Steven wasn't stupid; he knew... since Brother Jue had SCP-1998, it was highly likely that Dr. Jonathan had already been controlled. All it would take was an order like "Assist my actions with all your power," and the doctor would become his loyal pawn.

Therefore, Steven's primary concern wasn't the unarmed Brother Jue, but Jonathan, who was holding an assault rifle.

"Whoa~ don't shoot, Steven," Dr. Jonathan said, and he actually put the gun down. "Don't be nervous, I haven't been brainwashed." As he spoke, he placed the assault rifle on the floor. "Believe it or not, I found an opportunity to subdue him."

"Forgive me, Dr. Jonathan..." Steven still held his gun up. "Based on my understanding of you... I don't believe it." With that, he gestured to the two security personnel on his right, signaling them to apprehend Brother Jue and the doctor.

"Okay... I can understand," Jonathan said, raising his hands, showing no intention of resisting.

Feng Bujue simply stood where he was, holding the puppet with one hand, expressionless.

Soon, both of them were handcuffed behind their backs and forced to kneel on the ground, with the muzzles of four assault rifles aimed at them from different angles. Billy was taken away by a security guard and placed on a metal table a few meters away.

"Alright, guys, now that I'm cuffed, can I say a few words?" Dr. Jonathan asked, seemingly relieved after being subdued. He looked up at his colleagues and asked.

"Don't worry, Doctor, you'll have your chance," Steven replied, stepping forward. "Considering you were alone with a mind-control SCP and an out-of-control D-class personnel for more than twenty minutes... we have every reason to put you through a standard lie detection and psychological evaluation process."

"Speaking of that SCP..." Dr. Jonathan interjected, "It's in my right pocket right now."

Hearing this, Steven's expression changed slightly. He immediately gave a signal to the security guard closest to Jonathan; the latter understood and immediately walked to the doctor, carefully reaching into the pocket of his lab coat.

"Looks like the Doctor wasn't lying." The security guard successfully retrieved SCP-1998 and looked at Steven.

"I told you... I haven't been brainwashed," Jonathan continued smoothly. "You can do the math yourself..." He paused, explaining, "The ray exposure time for 1998 is about nineteen minutes. After the brainwashing is complete, the affected person will experience an extremely painful 'trauma period'. It takes at least thirty minutes for the affected person to regain mobility..."

"He's right." At this time, Feng Bujue actually chimed in, "From the moment I got my hands on 1998 until now, it's only been twenty-some minutes. Even ignoring the time we spent walking in the corridor, there's simply not enough time to complete the brainwashing."

"Shut your mouth," Steven glared fiercely at Brother Jue and shouted sternly, "You have no right to speak here."

"Heh..." Brother Jue smiled, "I'm just correcting some basic errors in your reasoning, Steven." He paused for half a second, adding, "By the way... you're Steven, right? You sound like him..."

*Pfft—*

An old fist interrupted Brother Jue's words and also swelled his cheek on one side.

"That's right, I'm Steven," Steven said, shaking his hand. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Austin."

"Tch..." Brother Jue spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and laughed, "Hehehe... As expected of Kozmo's carefully cultivated adjutant, the way you guys greet people is really similar."

Steven knew that the other party was trying to anger him by mentioning Commander Kozmo's name, but he wouldn't fall for it.

"Hmph... Austin, you will pay for your actions, believe me." Steven suppressed his anger and said to Brother Jue with a sneer, then looked at Jonathan, "Sorry, Doctor, no matter what, you still have to go through the basic procedures. I can't release you now, I hope you understand."

"Okay, I understand," Jonathan shrugged.

Seconds later, on Steven's orders, two security guards helped the doctor up, preparing to take him into separate confinement.

"Wait..." Just as the doctor was about to turn and leave, Steven suddenly thought of something, "Doctor, I'd like to hear you briefly explain... how did you subdue Austin?"

"Uh..." Jonathan hesitated for half a second and replied, "It might be a little hard to believe..." His expression became a little strange. "He fell..."

"What?" Steven seemed not to understand.

"He was originally walking behind me, holding an assault rifle in one hand and SCP-1998 in the other, pressing me forward," Jonathan described in detail, "Suddenly, I heard him yell, and then I heard him fall to the ground... and then... the two weapons in his hands slid along the metal floor to my feet." He pouted, "So, I picked up the assault rifle and 1998, threw the puppet to him, and then, according to the road signs in the corridor, escorted him directly here."

This statement... not to mention Steven didn't believe it, no one present would believe it...

"Okay, Doctor, thank you for your cooperation." Steven waved his hand, and the security guards took the doctor away.

"What?" After Jonathan was taken out of the monitoring center, Feng Bujue turned to Steven and said, "You don't seem to believe the Doctor's words?"

"If what he said is true, then there are only two possibilities..." After these ten seconds, Steven had already made several inferences in his mind, "First, you deliberately let the doctor subdue you; second... your luck is so bad that it makes people doubt your IQ."

"Heh... indeed," Feng Bujue replied with a smile, "As a hijacker, tripping and falling on flat ground while escorting a hostage, and conveniently letting the two weapons in his hands slide to the hostage's feet... if this situation isn't intentional, then the probability is too low."

"Don't try to divert the subject with me..." Steven's tone changed when he heard this, "Enough nonsense, hand over your level five access card."

"Access card..." Feng Bujue said in a deep voice, "It's in Billy's pocket." He glanced at the puppet in the distance.

"Hmm?" As soon as these words came out, Steven felt a strange feeling, "Why put it in his..."

"Because..." At this moment, a low voice suddenly sounded on the broadcast, "I want to play a game with you..."