The development of the plot to this point can be said to have completely exceeded everyone's expectations.
Clearly, the containment mission failed.
At this moment, no one would blame Leon Lake in the picture.
Seeing him collapse to the ground in despair, everyone felt heartbroken.
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[Steve]: Leon Lake is a real 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 Romanoff]: Leon Lake has done a good job... Unfortunately, this mission is too difficult...
Wave after wave of despair swept over everyone.
Why?
Why have Leon Lake and his team achieved this but still failed to end the anomaly?
Is it true that humans have no chance of winning when faced with anomalies?
However, just when everyone was immersed in despair, Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D. seemed to see something that no one noticed.
In the picture.
The black shadow and the demons that kept pouring into its body seemed to be performing a final "descending" ritual.
Therefore, even if Leon Lake was doing some small movements, he couldn't disturb them.
For the black shadow, everything is settled.
However, is this really the case?
Leon Lake stood there for a long time, a brainstorming session going on in his mind that no one else could see.
After a while, he seemed to have thought of something, and his mentality, which was on the verge of collapse, was suddenly shaken. He focused his mind again and thought seriously about the spark of inspiration that emerged.
"A key can open a lock..."
Only halfway through the thought, the idea that had been lingering on the edge of his mind suddenly became clear, like an epiphany.
He looked around him:
There are 2 bullets left.
In his hand was a dagger with a dented edge.
And the bottle of alcohol not far from him, which still had two-thirds of alcohol left.
In addition, the floor beneath his body is a wooden structure...
Enough!
He stared at these few things he had left and looked up at the dark figure.
It is constantly "fermenting," like huge amounts of virus.
He looked at the altar again. It was not that he knew nothing about it. He had fiddled with it and even tried to destroy it when he had "cleaned" several "strongholds" before. However, his hasty actions made him not have a deep understanding of this thing, but that was enough.
He knew that the huge black shadow and other monsters never paid any attention to him, as if he was just an ant that happened to pass by.
All the words explained to him before were just the winner's mockery of the loser, to make the latter fully understand the gap between the two.
But now this is exactly what he expected.
The collapse just now was only because the change came too suddenly and too strongly, making him feel unable to resist for a while, but this was not enough to completely destroy his heart.
All the hard moments in his life—before and after joining the Foundation—were there.
Go to decedent and salute you.
Those were the last words Barclay had ever said to him, and now he was repeating them to himself.
He smiled.
This time it was him who smiled, not someone else.
So, in the following time, everyone in the live broadcast room just watched Leon Lake running around in the dark like a headless fly.
Click, click...
Ding-Bing-Clang...
The noise finally disturbed the huge black shadow.
It saw Leon Lake with disheveled hair, confused eyes, and limbs waving uncontrollably.
It saw him stagger to his feet, and then tried to run out of the room with the same messy steps, almost tripping over himself several times along the way.
After finally reaching the door, he suddenly stopped and looked up at the wall in front of him. The door that was there before disappeared.
It saw Leon Lake trembling all over as he looked at the wall that cut off his last bit of hope. He knelt down with weak legs and knocked on the wall weakly with his clenched fists, as if hoping to knock out a passage.
It saw that he was completely hopeless and on the verge of despair, his sanity completely destroyed. He was like a fish thrown onto the shore, jumping around with his last bit of strength and finally dying of exhaustion.
When the audience in the live broadcast room saw this scene, they all closed their eyes in pain.
A hero with nowhere to go is more heartbreaking than his sudden death.
Only Nick Fury kept his eyes wide open.
What are you doing...
Just Leon.
In the picture, Leon Lake seemed unwilling to give up, and he stood up again shakily, holding on to the wall.
He took a breath, then used himself as a starting point to feel his way towards the remaining walls of the room.
With every step he took, his hands frantically groped around on the surface, as if hoping to find a switch in some corner to let him out.
His pistol and dagger were at his waist.
But surprisingly, he also tied a glass bottle containing some solution to his waist with a rope. Maybe he was too panicked and did not put a stopper on the bottle. The liquid in the bottle spilled on the ground from time to time as his body swayed.
Maybe now he is like a drowning person, desperately trying to grab a life-saving straw for comfort, even if that straw seems useless.
However, after repeating this behavior several times, Leon Lake seemed to have finally found his destination -
The altar!
Dongdong~
Dongdong~
This is the heartbeat of Nick Fury.
At this moment, he suddenly had an idea that even he himself found incredible.
Perhaps...
Does Leon Lake really have another solution?
He knew that hope was close to zero.
But...
What if?
The huge black shadow was still quietly waiting for the Lord's coming, but soon it was disturbed again.
This time it was not a sound, but some kind of spiritual induction.
It looked towards the center and discovered that the insect was standing on the altar in the middle.
He held his head high and looked it in the face. His eyes were filled with a disregard for life and death, which was completely different from his attitude just now.
But what is more attractive is not Leon Lake's abnormal mental state, but his appearance at the moment:
He was covered in blood and had many scratches all over his body.
These wounds all have one thing in common:
None of the injuries were fatal, but they would cause heavy bleeding. At the moment he had become a bloody man, his face pale due to the massive blood loss.
The blood flowed onto the altar at his feet. He had some connection with it and could feel the blood spreading on it.
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