A gap was carved out of the darkness, and a ray of light penetrated the silent abyss like a sword.
Then there was a dull roar, the heavy stone slab was opened from the outside, and the light hit the dusty stone steps. Beams of light penetrated into the dark space one after another, and a team was fully armed.
People wearing gas masks walked into this space, and the interlaced lights illuminated the sealed space.
This team quickly conducted various tests on this darkness. They were sure that there was no lethal or hallucinogenic poison, and that the structure of the building that had not seen the light of day for countless centuries was strong enough not to collapse due to a sudden visit by a group of them.
, and also measured many other data.
After almost all dangers had been checked, the team leader pressed the headset and said: "This is Lengji. This level is safe and there is no problem. Let the archaeological team come down."
Those present were all senior investigators, agents belonging to a certain department. They were the vanguard team that opened the way, and the meaning here was that archaeologists did not need to put themselves at risk.
The agents have set up sonar equipment, which is a model specially designed for exploring in tombs similar to ruins. This inconspicuous little box can turn the maze that the ancients painstakingly designed into a completely clickable map, and even many mechanisms.
There are no traps for expensive high-tech toys.
When the device was activated, everyone heard a very soft buzzing sound. The sound waves were like invisible water flow, permeating into every aspect of the ruins.
It's like entering a cheat code to fully open the map in the game. The boundless darkness fades under the power of modern technology, and the palace hidden under the veil of darkness has no choice but to reveal its true face in Mount Lu.
When the huge space drawn by abstract lines and graphics appeared on the screen, many people couldn't help but exclaimed.
What the sonar device detected was something that none of them had ever seen before. Although many of them were already battle-hardened veterans in the relevant fields of operations, there was still no comparison between what they had seen in the past and what they were seeing in front of them.
"It's also...too big..." someone murmured.
"And it's complicated." Another person interrupted, "We have never seen... no, we have never even heard of an architectural structure like this. This does not conform to our knowledge of the architectural styles of almost all dynasties.
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"Yes." Someone nearby echoed, "It doesn't even look like human handwriting."
"Because it really isn't."
The person who spoke this time was Leng Ji. He was not only the leader of the operation, but also a legend in the department and the spiritual beacon for everyone in the team.
"Captain?" an agent asked curiously, "What does this mean?"
But Leng Ji did not answer. Everyone found that he had unknowingly exited the entrance, and the backpack he originally carried had been taken off by him and thrown into the crowd.
More people are starting to realize something is wrong.
"Captain? How did you..."
Then they saw Leng Ji take out a small device from his shirt, a metallic black gadget with a red button on it, like a dangerous trigger.
Amid countless pairs of shocked and puzzled eyes, he pulled the trigger.
boom!
The cave turned into a sea of fire.
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Many years later, now.
boom!
The piercing sound of detonation broke the tranquility of the night. The invisible shock wave shattered the glass outside the Sloan Technology Building, and the flames followed one after another. A small half of the floor was instantly submerged in the sea of fire, which could be seen from the street below.
To the gorgeous fireball hundreds of meters away.
On the top floor of a building across the street, someone stood on the edge of the building, holding a telescope and staring at the explosion of fire on the roof.
He watched intently for a while, until almost the entire floor was on fire and the broken walls and broken bricks wrapped in flames continued to fall towards the street, then he leisurely took out his mobile phone and made a call.
"Yes, I looked carefully." He said, "No one came out of it. Batman is finished."
After a few brief exchanges, he put away the binoculars, hung up the phone, and turned back with satisfaction.
...and was surprised to see Batman standing in the shadows behind him.
He was silent and patiently and politely listened to the man's call.
"grass!"
The man's expression suddenly changed, he cursed and immediately took out his gun. But a dart thrown out of the darkness knocked his gun away.
The man then flew forward and struck with a powerful punch. Although this punch was full of flaws in Batman's eyes, its strength and speed were not weak.
Infected person.
But the impact was not significant. Batman dodged a punch to the side and took two diagonal steps to miss the opponent's next blow. The man screamed and turned around, as if he wanted to fight back with a handsome swinging punch, but unexpectedly bumped into the bat.
Xia's already stretched-out combat boots were tripped over in a very inelegant dog-gnawing-mud gesture.
As soon as he tried to get up, Batman raised his hand and threw out a string of multi-ball animal traps, tying him tightly. He flopped on the ground like a loach for a long time, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
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But at the same time, in an inconspicuous alley nearby, a white car suddenly started up, drifted around the corner and drove onto the road. It stepped on the accelerator and ran at full speed in the direction away from Sloan Technology.
There were two men sitting in the car. The driver took out his cell phone while driving and dialed a number.
"We were exposed." He said urgently, "Batman noticed the observer somehow, and the observer is finished. We are now leaving the scene..."
In the middle of speaking, he suddenly noticed that people on both sides of the street around him seemed to be raising their heads. They were all dumbfounded, pointing at something in the direction behind them with their eyes wide open, and their expressions were very exaggerated.
Immediately afterwards, even his accomplice in the passenger seat exclaimed, leaning half of his body out of the car window, stretching his neck and maintaining a petrified expression: "What the hell... what is that!"
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He opened his mouth slowly and involuntarily, his reaction was as if he had been infected by some infectious disease.
He saw a person...or something that looked like a person.
The thing was wearing a red and blue tights, changing white silk threads one after another in the sky, flying freely between buildings like a swing, biting the butt of their cars at an unscientific speed.
Came after him.
The figure pulled the silk thread and soared up to tens of meters in the air in a graceful arc, then changed to another silk thread and dived, gliding forward at an even more astonishing speed under the blessing of gravity, like riding the wind and breaking waves.
This sci-fi scene made both of them confused.
It wasn't until he passed by a truck and almost overturned that the driver suddenly came to his senses and forced himself to turn his head away from looking at the unreasonable ghost figure behind him.
"Why are you still in a daze? Beat him down quickly!"
He yelled at the top of his lungs, which brought his accomplice in the passenger seat back to his senses. The man next to him quickly took out a micro-charger, narrowed his eyes and tried hard to aim at the afterimage swinging in the air.
But if you want to hit a super-fast, fancy-moving target at this distance, instead of pinning your hopes on your own aiming skills, it’s better to pray to gods and worship Buddhas. There is a saying that hitting well is worse than catching well. Maybe it’s fate. Can I still wipe it when I get there?
Of course, when the opponent is Spider-Man, fate will not work. Unless Spider-Man is also on strike and off work today, otherwise, if he is Spider-Man and not Quicksilver, wouldn't it be funny to be injured by a gun?
The man in the passenger seat had already started to look at the sky in vain, and the driver only then realized that he had not hung up his cell phone, and the person on the other end was asking him something.
"What's going on!? I don't know what's going on!" the driver shouted, trying to cover up the sound of gunfire, "We are being chased by a circus Tarzan!