On the Foundation’s Containment Measures in American Comics

Jackie Chan's expression changed.

This is definitely not reinforcements from the Foundation. This kind of stepping sound has only been seen on TV.

That was the sound only heard during the Chinese military parade.

Loud, neat, and united with thousands of people, it’s intimidating!

Jackie Chan looked out the door.

I saw a dark crowd of people coming.

All the mercenaries held crossbows and arrows and slowly stepped into the underground palace.

All of them have tall and straight figures and serious expressions.

The sound of neat footsteps caused resonance in the underground palace, dust continued to fall, and the tiles of the house collapsed.

The first mercenary looked a little different.

Wearing a flowing crown and phoenix armor, holding a long sword, a heavily armored war horse dragged him to the front of the military formation.

He was majestic and obviously a general.

Jackie Chan's face was solemn, and he clearly felt a murderous weapon that was about to condense into substance surrounding the underground palace, which made people feel chilled in their hearts!

Looking around, I saw that the soldiers and mercenaries had already guarded various traffic arteries, and no one could escape now.

The archers formed a formation on the field, and so many arrows would surely turn into a hornet's nest.

Xiaoyu in the distance said worriedly: "Dad, will Uncle Long be okay?"

"Jackie Chan is a young man, nothing will happen to him,"

The two looked at each other, quietly retreated to a hidden corner, and continued to study historical materials.

It's not that Dad is not worried about Jackie Chan, but he has nothing to do now. Xiaoyu is still with him, and he doesn't want Xiaoyu to be involved. Moreover, Jackie Chan has a protective magic given by Dad, which can protect Jackie Chan from a fatal injury when necessary.

The mercenary general glanced at his father and didn't pay much attention. None of them could escape anyway. He had more important things to do now.

Gently pulling out the long sword, the icy cold light appeared in front of everyone's eyes. Even after thousands of years of precipitation, it was still brand new, with no trace of rust visible.

The long sword was raised high towards Jackie Chan and swung downwards.

The crossbow formation behind them fired three waves of arrows in unison.

The dense rain of arrows blocked the light source above the underground palace, and the entire underground palace became dark.

Jackie Chan stamped his feet with all his strength.

The tiles were already fragile, and due to age and disrepair, the beams supporting the tiles broke.

He and Jackie Chan fell into the room below and fell heavily to the ground.

At this time, the sound of arrows flying through the air at high speed could be heard in his ears. Jackie Chan didn't even bother to get up and rolled to hide at the base of the wall.

This wall of earth is enough to withstand the impact of arrows.

As soon as Jackie Chan hid, arrows whizzed towards him.

Roof tiles cracked and shot through the roof.

In just a moment, everything in the house was shot through by arrows.

Jackie Chan escaped by hiding in a blind corner.

After observing the items around me, my eyes suddenly brightened.

There is actually a bronze umbrella here.

He immediately put it on his head to block the rain of arrows from the sky, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

However, bronze is more fragile than steel, and an arrow passing through a bronze umbrella could have just passed in front of Jackie Chan.

It almost killed Jackie Chan and frightened him.

The mercenary general waved his hand and signaled the guards to collect Jackie Chan's body. Although Jackie Chan could not be seen, the possibility of surviving under such a rain of arrows was not high. The general did not think that Jackie Chan could survive.

Turning to point at Dad and Xiaoyu, a group of mercenaries immediately stepped forward and surrounded the two.

"Uncle Long! Uncle Long!"

Xiaoyu looked at the house that was decorated like a hedgehog, her eyes were red, and there seemed to be tears in them.

Wiping his eyes with his little hand, the determined father said: "Dad, you go first, I will cover you!"

Hua Luo made an attack gesture and kicked the soldier mercenary.

But before Xiaoyu could attack the mercenary, Dad grabbed Xiaoyu by the collar and said, "Xiaoyu, Jackie Chan is fine!"

"really?"

"Yeah!" Dad nodded. He didn't feel that the defensive magic was triggered, which meant that nothing happened to Jackie Chan.

But now it's the two of them who should worry.

Dad squeezed the pufferfish in his hand, and his whole body tensed up. The medicine had been injected into the pufferfish and he was ready to cast spells.

Thinking of the information he just looked up, Dad's face looked a little ugly.

This is a double-story ancient tomb of the Han Dynasty, or an underground palace of the Han Dynasty.

The upper floor is an ancient tomb, where Wei Qing and Princess Pingyang are buried.

Everything on the next floor is decorated according to the configuration of a military camp. There are over 10,000 soldiers and mercenaries, but they are all stationed in various areas.

The image of this general is very similar to the dress of the person buried on the upper floor.

Changpinghou! Wei Qing!

As the sound of horse hooves sounded, Wei Qing gradually approached.

Every step forward was like an invisible hand holding his heart, gradually contracting it, making it difficult to breathe.

A flash of panic flashed in Xiaoyu's eyes, but she didn't dare to say anything. She leaned closely against her father and held her breath.

"Ghosts, goblins, go away! Goblins, goblins, go away!"

The dried puffer fish in Dad's hand gradually lit up, and green light shot out from the puffer fish into Wei Qing's body.

Wei Qing also noticed this anomaly, waved his hand and blocked the incoming green light with his long sword.

A trace of sarcasm appeared on Wei Qing's face, which was originally made of dirt.

Without hesitation, he slashed at Dad with one sword.

Suddenly, a bronze umbrella flew out from the side, interrupting Wei Qing's attack.

Wei Qing turned around and saw Jackie Chan acting strangely like a monkey.

Shouting: "Come and catch me! Come and catch me!"

Wei Qing nodded slightly, and the mercenaries around him immediately broke out of a small team and headed toward Jackie Chan.

These are not ordinary soldiers, they are Wei Qing's personal guards.

They were more agile and came to Jackie Chan with just one charge.

The few people cooperated closely, and the swords were wielded like tigers and tigers.

Jackie Chan knew he was outmatched, so he retreated.

Have entered the room behind you, relying on the complex terrain and the furniture in the house.

Jackie Chan seems to have changed into a different person.

He was able to fight evenly with several personal guards.

Furniture such as benches and chairs have become extremely practical weapons in Jackie Chan's hands.

But these cannot cause any harm to the mercenaries.

As long as the consumption continues, Jackie Chan's physical strength will never be able to hold on, and defeat will only be a matter of time.

After a few breaths, Jackie Chan's movements slowed down, and the mercenary caught Jackie Chan's mistake.

The handle of the knife hit Jackie Chan's chest hard, and the force was so strong that Jackie Chan almost took his breath away.

Several mercenaries quickly pressed forward, clamped their swords on Jackie Chan's shoulders and escorted him to Wei Qing.

Jackie Chan smiled bitterly and shook his head at his father.

"Dad!"

However, what surprised Jackie Chan was that his father didn't have any fearful expression. Instead, he looked calm and even had time to give Jackie Chan a dunk.

Wei Qing reached out and grabbed Jackie Chan's backpack, took out the tiger talisman and checked it before nodding with satisfaction.

He got on his horse and walked out of the underground palace.

He raised his right hand slightly and waved downward fiercely.

Jackie Chan felt a thump in his heart.

He knew that this meant silence.

Sure enough, the soldiers and mercenaries around him slashed at Jackie Chan and others.

A cold light flashed across.

Several people were in despair.

Only the corner of Dad's mouth curled up in an unknown arc.