American comics: This guy is crazy

The mage didn't understand what was going on and guessed: "Try another spell."

"Prostatic Incontinence."

The mage cast another spell on Allen.

As a result, Allen stood there as if nothing happened, looking at him with innocent eyes.

"No reason."

The mage turned to Nanawi and cast Prostatic Incontinence.

Suddenly, Nanawi's expression froze, and his legs were tightly clamped and trembling.

"Sphincter Relaxation."

"It still doesn't work."

The mage tried again on Nanawi.

The next second, Nanawi covered his front with one hand and his back with the other, and ran towards the woods shouting: "Nanawi can't stand it anymore."

"shut up."

Namor was shocked. It was terrifying to think of using such a crazy spell on him.

"Full body gout surgery."

The mage raised his hand and cast a spell, causing Namor to lie down on the spot, feeling that every bone in his body was in pain.

Gout is not a disease, the pain can kill you.

Even someone as strong as Namor couldn't bear the piercing pain all over his body, let alone getting up to fight, even moving his fingers would make him cry.

"Which lunatic invented this spell?"

Steve screamed in pain, as if he had hit a steel nail with his toes, and the whole nail was submerged.

As if a word awakened the dreamer, Steve's words made him think of the reason.

The mage said with a look of disbelief: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, there must be something wrong."

"What's impossible?"

Allen had already walked up to him, with the machete already on the opponent's neck.

The wind-controlling mutant on the side wanted to escape, but when Allen casually lashed out with the Whip of Bliss, he rolled on the spot in pain, grinning and scratching his back.

"There are two reasons for spell failure. The first is that there are conflicting attributes and the magic energy is one level higher. The second is that any spell is ineffective against the source."

The mage looked Allen up and down and definitely ruled out the first possibility, as he couldn't sense any magical energy at all.

The first one is not true, and the second one is even more impossible.

A man without magic created a series of forbidden spells.

Why don't you say let the mentally ill build the atomic bomb?

Not to mention, Allen can really make it.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

The mage grabbed his hair and said distressedly: "This is not like in the novel, where does the magic immune constitution come from?"

"Hey, hey, it's true that in the world of novels, I am the hero." Allen's iconic hand was likened to a pistol, and he put it on his chin and said proudly: "Is the author of the forbidden technique named Allen?"

"How do you know? You have read that banned book!"

The mage immediately suspected that this person was a mage who could hide his magical aura, and had even practiced a series of forbidden techniques in the forbidden book.

Then it all makes sense.

"That's right, it should be something I did in a certain timeline." Allen thought seriously: "If I meet Gu Yi, I will definitely persuade her to take care of her hair."

"Master Gu Yi has hair, and he takes good care of it every day." The master reminded.

"Ah, I didn't let you talk."

Allen raised his hand and beat him violently.

I hate being slapped in the face most in my life.

To deal with such people, Allen did not hesitate to respond with physical magic.

The matter was resolved, four mutants and a mage were captured, and the commando team made another extraordinary achievement.

It is hard to estimate the loss. If many scientific research equipment can be preserved intact, at least a lot of scientific research results can be created, and it can also provide insight into the enemy's technological level.

Most of the captured scientific researchers have chosen to join the Allies.

After all, those who understand current affairs are distinguished.

Of course, it is also a precursor to Hydra's infiltration of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Allen didn't jump out to expose it, asking who would believe a mentally ill person's words.

Besides, what kind of SHIELD would it be without Hydra? It would be more cost-effective to focus on double-play.

The members of the commando team were officially identified.

Captain Steve, staff officer Carter, tactical director Dugan, comedian Allen, mascot Nanawi, logistics Bucky, and fire support Namor.

A team of seven people who perform special tasks can be said to be a sharp sword on the battlefield, penetrating the enemy's solid defense line.

Over the past three months, he has made many meritorious deeds and has become famous throughout the Allied Forces.

Many young soldiers regard Steve as their idol and affectionately call him Captain.

Others are like the green leaves that accompany the flowers.

Regarding Nana'vi and Namor's deliberate concealment of blocked information, the main reason is that they are not human, so as not to arouse the rejection and fear of ordinary people.

He is not a human being and possesses terrifying combat power. It is difficult not to feel frightened.

On this day, the commando team prepared to capture a fortress.

But outside the fortress is a silt swamp, like a natural barrier.

It is impassable by any means of transportation. Even if you walk on foot, you will step into a hole. The mud has adsorption force, so it takes a lot of effort to pull out.

The armor of the tanks was of no use, and charging the soldiers meant death, so the task fell to the commandos.

Looking at the swamp, Steve felt a headache.

"The first option is that we tie up ropes and let Namor take us across the swamp." Carter suggested.

"I don't recommend that being too obvious in the air is equivalent to becoming a living target for the enemy."

Dugan was the first to object. The enemy fortress would definitely have snipers. By then, there would be no way to escape while hanging in the air.

What's more, Namor's flying speed is not fast enough to avoid bullets.

"The second option is to ride the Nana'vi through the swamp, taking two people at a time, which will easily expose their whereabouts."

Carter doesn't exactly suggest that.

Nana'vi can swim in swamps. Once the enemy targets them, they will jump into the mud and sink into the mud. Naturally, they will not be able to escape being shot.

"No, no, such a simple issue needs to be discussed for a long time."

Judging from Allen's beaming expression, he must have figured out a way, but he needs someone to answer the question and satisfy his inexplicable vanity.

"Alan, you must have some good ideas, right?" Steve asked cooperatively.

"That's not all you need to do is have hands."

Allen walked towards the woods without looking back, drew out his watermelon knife and started slashing.

Under the gaze of everyone, a wooden tool was made.

Cut out wooden strips and use a mortise-and-tenon structure to reinforce them.

Within a quarter of an hour, a strange thing appeared in front of me.

"Clang, clang, clang..., the mud horse is finished."

This is the wisdom of the ancient Eastern countries, a simple tool specially used to pass through muddy areas.

"Kneel with one leg in the wooden cabin, push the other leg back, and hold the wooden handle with both hands to control the direction. Isn't it very handsome?"

Allen couldn't wait to carry the mud horse to the swamp, grasped the direction handle with both hands, knelt on one knee on the wooden frame, and hung one leg outside.

Push in the mud.

Immediately, the mud horse slid a few meters away with Allen.

The speed slowed down and I pedaled again, riding on the mud very smoothly.

Allen sang even more forgetfully: "The sheep's kidneys are leaking, the chicken's intestines are leaking, the donkey powder garlic powder and garlic instant noodles pot is leaking..."

"Nanawi wants to play too. Master, let Nanawi play for a while."

Looking at Allen who was sliding around, Nanaway jumped up and down anxiously and waved his hands.

"Swamp Sleigh!?"