On the Foundation’s Containment Measures in American Comics

"F*ck!" Daolong suddenly yelled angrily: "My formation!"

I saw small cracks appearing on a piece of jade pendant in Daolong's hand. The cracks continued to extend and eventually covered the surface of the jade pendant with a "click" sound and fell into pieces!

"My formation!"

Daolong looked at the dissipating black energy in the distant sky.

Black energy formation! That was a formation that took decades of preparation to make. This thing is not a disposable consumable. What kind of organization is this? It directly uses intercontinental missiles to disperse the black energy! Now the black energy is rioting and completely disappeared.

The Holy Lord said calmly: "We don't have much time, let's act!"

Daolong gritted his teeth and could only hope that the promise promised by the Holy Lord would be effective.

With a wave of his hand at the task force, the desert separated at the feet of the task force. A dozen people fell down and only one head could be exposed to breathe.

"Why don't you kill them?" the Holy Lord asked.

Daolong wiped the sweat from his head and said: "The big formation opportunity used all my mana, and I don't have enough mana! And the planes dare not attack with them as hostages."

The Holy Master looked at Daolong, who was already pale, nodded, reluctantly believed his words, and then walked towards the container.

Daolong had another idea. Why should someone else take the blame for someone who has offended the Holy Lord? Organizations that dare to use intercontinental missiles directly cannot be offended. As a human being, leave a line so that we can meet each other in the future. If you offend this organization, you will be punished in the future. What should I do if I lose a missile?

Do you have to move every day?

Daolong took out a piece of wood with a formation carved on it and placed it near the container. Suddenly, a light green shield appeared, wrapping everyone inside.

"Go ahead! I'll guard the formation!"

The container had just been opened, and the Holy Master couldn't wait to rush in.

When he saw the object inside clearly, the Holy Master couldn't help but said in surprise: "Chengyu!"

After many battles with Jackie Chan, the Holy Lord knew Jackie Chan and Jackie Chan's family very well. He never expected that it would be Cheng Yu who attracted the attention of the mask.

But those were not important anymore. The Holy Lord looked around and finally settled on the tattoo on Xiaoyu's forehead.

"It seems that this is the reason why my rights were taken away."

When Sulla Mask appeared and asked him to help the new generation of Shadow Queen enter the temple, in return the Holy Master would receive twelve talismans!

Thinking of this, the Holy Lord laughed ferociously, joking. The appearance of the Shadow Queen means that the world will fall into darkness, and the devil's mask will come to the world. By then, even if all the twelve talismans are collected, they will not be able to defeat the endless shadow soldiers. Who does the world belong to? Woolen cloth!

What's more, the Holy Master doesn't believe that Sura Mask will keep his promise.

As long as Xiaoyu dies, the tattoo will be lifted naturally, the authority of the shadow soldiers will return, and Sura Mask will not be able to control the real world. Isn't the purpose achieved?

The Holy Master clenched his fists with both hands and hammered down Xiaoyu's forehead. In the Holy Master's shocked eyes, his fists passed through Xiaoyu's body...

"Peng!",

The container shook violently, and the Holy Master was jumping on the spot with his fists in pain.

"Damn it! Has it reached the point of virtualization?"

Xiaoyu's body has undergone strange changes, sometimes empty and sometimes real, and has transcended human limitations.

The Holy Lord frowned. Once Xiaoyu's body was completely transformed into a shadow, it would be even more difficult. At the same time, he was determined to never let Xiaoyu become the Queen of Shadows, otherwise everything would be out of control.

He reached out and dropped a bottle of green potion on Xiaoyu's head. Watching the tattoo on his forehead gradually fade, the Holy Master couldn't help but have complicated eyes. Although the tattoo would disappear, Xiaoyu's body would be weakened and would continue for some time before recovering.

He actually saved the enemy's relatives...how ridiculous!

"Holy Lord, are you over yet? I can't hold on any longer!" Daolong's anxious shout came from outside the container.

At this time, Daolong's face was pale and he was inputting magic power towards Mu Fang. There were already cracks on the designed protective cover facing the bullets, and he was on the verge of collapse.

In fact, the magic power of the Daolong itself is not much, but there is already a part of the magic power on the wooden side of the formation, which should be sufficient, but it cannot withstand the fierce bombardment! Planes carry large-caliber bullets

Daolong glanced at his head on the ground and shouted: "Aren't they afraid that the protective shield will break and blow you up to death? Just follow me from now on. This kind of organization is not worthy of your allegiance."

"Haha!" Joel pondered for a moment and spat disdainfully, and by chance, he spit onto Daolon's wizard robe.

"You!..." Although Daolong was angry, his hands did not dare to leave the core of the formation at all.

At this moment, a shadow soldier suddenly appeared behind Daolong, grabbed Daolong into the shadow and disappeared.

The protective shield shattered instantly, and countless bullets flew over everyone's heads. Fortunately, the task force members all fell into the ground, otherwise they might have been killed when the protective shield broke.

Joel also saw clearly the troops outside... all of them Viking fighters, and even siege tanks.

The team that came to the rescue was the Nine-Tailed Fox Task Force.

Chen Xi checked the condition of the containment and asked Joel, "Where is the attacker?"

"It's the Holy Lord and an old man named Daolong. They have my locator on them."

Chen Xi nodded and said: "There has been a change in the containment, and it is now taken over by the Nine-tailed Fox Task Force. I will stay and guard the containment, waiting for Cheng Wutian to come over. The City Slicker Task Force will report to the base immediately."

Although Joel was curious about what happened to the contained objects, he still didn't ask any more questions. Strictly speaking, the authority of the Nine-tailed Fox Task Force was much greater than that of the City Slickers Task Force.

Because the Urban Slickers Task Force is a cooperative task force, when together with the damn federal agent task force, it will form a huge intelligence network. At the same time, it can call on military forces in various regions to use local forces to carry out operations. Containing or discovering anomalies, it is now difficult for a single urban slicker task force to display its true strength.

If the damn federal agents were here, this transport mission would have turned into a military show, and then escorted by a dozen fighter jets instead of three military transport planes.

Joel sighed secretly: "It seems that we need to set up damn federal agents."

.............

"You mean the people who came to attack were the Holy Lord and an old man?" Wang Yue asked doubtfully.

"correct!"

Wang Yue nodded. This time his action was hidden, but he still couldn't avoid the eyes of the shadow soldiers.

"What did he do to Xiaoyu?"

Joel shook his head: "We were buried at that time, and I don't know what happened!"

At this time, the father walked into the office and said: "Holy Lord, he removed the tattoos on Xiaoyu's body!"

"Why is this? Does he have any benefits?" Joel asked in confusion.

The father pushed his eyes and said slowly: "This is because Xiaoyu is the Shadow Queen, who commands all the Shadow Soldiers in the real world. The Holy Lord naturally has no control over the Shadow Soldiers. Only when the Shadow Queen disappears can the Holy Lord control the Shadow Soldiers. , now that Xiaoyu’s body has entered the stage of virtualization and is immune to physical damage, the Holy Master cannot kill Xiaoyu and can only remove his tattoos.”

"One more thing, you injected too much anesthetic into Xiaoyu. Now the anesthetic level in Xiaoyu's blood is 5. If the anesthetic in Xiaoyu's body has not been cleared before the shadow form returns, it will be life-threatening!"

After saying that, Dad stared at Joel with an evil look on his face.

"It's simple. Let's get people ready to exchange blood now."

Wang Yue looked at Joel and asked, "Do you have anything else? If not, go get the punishment!"

"Yes! I want to put together a task force: damn federal agents."