On the Foundation’s Containment Measures in American Comics

Before anyone had time to react, the archaeological team member's head was instantly pierced.

Blood splattered onto House's face.

The sickle in the pool of blood was slowly withdrawn.

A lean man walked out of the cave. He had black hair, gray eyes, and olive skin. His upper body was naked, and his body was covered with a large number of tattoos of obscure and mysterious images.

Whenever the muscles move, a glaring demonic face forms, which makes people feel frightened.

As an archaeological expert, House recognized at a glance that the tattoos represented demons.

House made a silent gesture.

An archaeological team member nodded, took out a shotgun and pointed it at the man.

He asked with a solemn expression: "Who are you?"

"Abel!"

"Why do you want to kill them? Vengeance?"

Abel licked the corner of his mouth: "Because...I think so!" The rage originating from his bloodline broke out again.

Abel no longer suppressed his instinct, and the sickle in his hand turned into a long knife.

He rushed towards the archaeological team members holding guns.

House yelled, "Shoot!"

However, the archaeological team members only felt a dark shadow flash before Abel appeared in front of them, and the gun in his hand broke into two pieces.

A feeling of emptiness filled my heart, and the strength in my body gradually drained away.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead and found blood stains.

The archaeological team member holding the gun also understood what was happening and murmured: "It's so fast."

The body fell into two pieces.

When Abel looked back, he found that the entire camp was empty.

The violence in his eyes slowly faded away.

"Running so fast."

Abel looked up and looked around, muttering to himself: "Where is this? Where did the foundation take me? I finally became the captain and the team was disbanded, alas!"

Under the setting sun, a man walked into the distance holding a knife.

Paris...(scp-105 Yuanwei)

A woman about 1.5 meters tall wore an old-fashioned camera around her neck, taking pictures while walking on the street.

Apparently a photography enthusiast.

What was strange was every time she looked at the photos taken.

Photos are no longer forbidden scenery, but like a camera that can monitor the scene in the photo at all times.

When looking away, the photo becomes forbidden again.

It is amazing!

"What a wonderful life without a foundation!"

The woman touched her belly and decided that it was time to make some money.

His eyes turned to the cash transport truck parked on the roadside.

Picked up the camera and took a photo.

Then he hid in a corner and waited quietly for the money to be delivered to his door.

The scenery in the photo begins to change.

I could clearly see two guards walking out of the bank carrying a silver-white metal box.

The girl smiled and put her hand into the photo.

He grabbed the gun from the guard.

A strange scene appeared at the door of the bank...

An invisible hand grabbed the guard's gun, loaded it with ease, and broke the guard's arm.

Grab the metal box and fly into the sky.

A bewildered crowd was left standing where they were.

Northern Canada.. (scp-354 blood pool)

Tom is getting ready for work.

As soon as I opened the door, I found a bright red scene in front of me.

The originally crystal clear lake in front of the door was no longer there, and what appeared in front of him was a lake that looked like blood.

The bright red lake water seeped into the lakeside, making the land extremely hard.

"What...what happened?"

Tom carefully approached the lake and took a spoonful of water.

Take a closer look.

He said in disbelief: "It's actually blood!"

He quickly picked up his cell phone and prepared to call the police.

Suddenly Tom's whole person was shrouded in shadow.

Lift your head slowly.

Suddenly he saw a huge blood-red bat about the height of a person staring at him on the branch.

Muttered: "This is not fun!"

Huaxia Luocheng... (scp-657 Death Reporter)

A white man wearing a navy three-button suit and a bowler hat was walking down the street.

Suddenly I saw someone setting up a stall on the roadside.

Immediately became interested.

Speaking American Chinese, he said: "Hi! What do you sell?"

The old man setting up the stall smiled and said, "Fortune telling."

"Oh! Can you also predict the time of death?"

The old man touched his beard and said with a smile: "I have been in the industry for so many years, and you are the first person to think that you are dead."

The white male asked, "I'm just kind of curious how you calculated that."

"It's easy, just put your hand out."

The white male stretched out his right hand doubtfully.

The old man took it, studied it carefully for five minutes, and said, "You are a foreigner, so it is difficult to calculate!"

"Can't you figure it out?"

The old man shook his head: "It's not that it can't be calculated, but it requires more money."

"how much is it?"

"Not much, only 5000 yuan!"

The white male was shocked: "Ah! I have no money!"

The old man's face changed: "What's your fate without money? I've already calculated it just now. You must give me money."

The white man shook his head in embarrassment: "I really have no money! How about I tell you the time of your death!"

"Hey! You're telling me my fortune! I don't need it!" The old man laughed and shouted: "Qiangzi, if someone makes trouble, I won't give you money for fortune telling."

"Who is making trouble!" A tall man nearly two meters tall came over and blocked the way.

The onlookers couldn't help but sigh: "This is already the 18th person who has been tricked this month."

The old man said with a proud look on his face: "Don't you say you can count? Then tell me! When will I die?"

The white man thought seriously and said, "You will be smashed to death soon!"

"I can't help my violent temper! Beat him up, Qiangzi."

The strong man nodded and was about to take action when suddenly a tile fell from the sky and hit the old man's head accurately.

The strong man panicked at that time and hurriedly saved the old man: "Second uncle! Second uncle! Wake up!"

He put his hand under his nostrils and stopped breathing.

"died!"

The white male shook his head and turned to leave.

"Stop, it was you who killed my second uncle, don't even think about running away! Wait for the police to come!"

The helpless white man couldn't beat the strong man, so he had to be taken back to the police station.

Caribbean area.. (scp-175 treasure map)

Giles held up a pencil drawing and looked at it carefully.

A member holding an AK next to him said: "Captain, what are you studying!"

"Study our future path."

"There are so many things! When a ship comes, can't we just grab it?"

Giles slapped him in the face and cursed: "You know nothing! Who are we! We are pirates! If we want to have a way out, we must learn! Do you understand learning? You can't just rob!"

The pirate members covered their faces and nodded repeatedly: "Okay Captain! Then shall we rob some books?"

"I definitely want it! I'll grab a few more teachers by the way."

"Okay! I'll make arrangements right away."

Giles cursed and walked back to the drawings.

I was shocked instantly, the drawings were changing rapidly.

A penciled nautical chart, a coordinate.

Giles checked and found that it was not very far from here.

"Get ready, head west! This time, maybe we will succeed!"