American comics: Past life exposed, I build a foundation

The plot has developed to this point, which can be said to have completely exceeded everyone's expectations.

Apparently, the containment mission failed.

At this moment, no one would criticize Lin Lang in the picture.

Seeing him slumped to the ground, everyone felt only heartache.

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【Steve]: Lin Lang is a true warrior! It's a pity that he didn't get the favor of the God of Luck.···

【Tony]: No, Steve, you are wrong. Real warriors do not need the favor of the God of Luck. They always rely on themselves!

【Deadpool]: Yo, Iron Man, that’s not what you said before

【Natasha]: Lin Lang has done a good enough job······Unfortunately, this mission is too difficult···

Waves of despair swept over everyone.

Why?

Why did Lin Lang and the others reach this point but still didn't end the anomaly?

Doesn't it mean that humans really have no chance of winning when faced with anomalies?

However, just when everyone was immersed in despair and unable to extricate themselves, Nick Fury of SHIELD seemed to see something that no one paid attention to. in the screen.

The black shadow and the demons that are constantly pouring into its body seem to be performing a final 'divination' ritual.

Therefore, even if Lin Lang was making some small moves, he could not disturb them.

For Sombra, everything has settled.

However, is this really the case?

Lin Lang stood there for a long time, a brainstorm going on in his mind that no one else could see.

After a while, he seemed to have thought of something, and his mentality that was on the verge of collapse was suddenly shaken. He regrouped and thought seriously about the spark of inspiration that emerged.

"The key can open the lock……"

Only halfway through thinking, the thoughts that had been floating at the edge of my mind suddenly became apparent, like an epiphany.

He looked around him: there were 2 bullets left, a dagger with a pitted edge in his hand, and a bottle of alcohol not far from him, which still had two-thirds remaining.

In addition, there was a bottle of alcohol under him. The floor is a wooden structure······ enough!

He stared at the only things he had left, and looked up at the black shadow.

It is constantly"fermenting" like a huge virus.

He looked at the altar again. It was not that he knew nothing about it. He had played with it and even tried to destroy it when he had"cleaned" several"strongholds" before, but his hasty actions made him understand this thing. Not deep, but enough.

He knew that the huge black shadow and other monsters never paid attention to him, as if he was just an ant that happened to pass by.

The lot of words explained to him before were just a mockery from the winner to the loser, trying to make the latter fully understand the gap between the two.

But now that's exactly what he expected.

The collapse just now was just because the change happened so suddenly and so strongly that it made him feel unable to resist for a moment, but it was not enough to completely destroy his heart.

All the hard moments he'd gone through in his life - before and after joining the Foundation - were right there.

To the dead, I salute you.

Those were the last words Baclay said to him, and now he said them again to himself.

He smiled.

This time it was him who smiled, not someone else.

So, for the next time, everyone in the live broadcast room just watched Lin Lang scurrying around in the darkness like a headless fly. snap, snap, snap··· tinkling bells···

This movement finally disturbed the huge black shadow.

It saw Lin Lang's hair was disheveled, his eyes were confused, and his limbs were waving around uncontrollably.

I saw him staggering up and trying to run out of the room with the same messy pace, almost tripping over himself several times.

After finally reaching the door, he stopped suddenly and looked up at the wall in front of him. The door on top had disappeared.

It saw Lin Lang tremblingly looking at the wall that had cut off his last hope. His legs were weak and he knelt down. He weakly knocked on the wall with his fists, as if hoping to knock out a passage.

It saw that he was despairing, on the verge of despair, and that his reason had been completely destroyed. He was like a fish thrown ashore, jumping around with all his strength, and finally died of exhaustion.

When the viewers in the live broadcast room saw this scene, they couldn't bear to close their eyes.

The desperate hero is more heart-wrenching than sudden death.

Only Nick Fury kept his eyes wide open.

What are you doing···

Lin Lang.

In the picture, Lin Lang seemed to still refuse to give up, holding on to the wall and standing up tremblingly.

He took a breath, and then used himself as a starting point to touch the remaining walls of the room.

Every step he took, his hands were desperately groping around, as if hoping to find a switch or something in a corner to let him out.

His pistol and dagger were at his waist.

But what is surprising is that a glass bottle containing certain solutions was also tied around his waist with a rope. Perhaps he was too panicked and left the stopper on the mouth of the bottle. The liquid in the bottle swayed from time to time with his body. Sprinkle on the ground.

Maybe now he is like a drowning person, desperately trying to grasp a life-saving straw of comfort, even if it seems to be of no use.

However, after repeating this behavior several times, Lin Lang seemed to have finally found his destination - the altar!

Dong Dong~

Dong Dong~

This is the heartbeat of Nick Fury.

At this moment, he suddenly had an idea that even he found incredible. perhaps···

Does Lin Lang really have any other solution?

He knew that this hope was infinitely close to zero. but···

What if?

The huge black shadow was still waiting quietly for the coming of the Lord, but soon it was disturbed again.

This time it wasn't a sound, but some kind of spiritual sensation.

It looked towards the middle and was surprised to find the insect standing on the altar in the middle.

He held his head high and looked at it, his eyes full of disregard for life and death, which was completely opposite to his previous attitude.

But relatively speaking, what attracted him more was not Lin Lang's abnormal mental state, but his appearance at this time: he was covered in blood and had many scratches all over his body.

These wounds all have one thing in common: they are not fatal injuries, but they will cause a large amount of bleeding. At this time, he has become a bloody man, and his face is pale due to the large amount of blood loss.

The blood flowed to the altar at his feet. There was a certain connection with it, and he could feel the blood spreading on it.