American Comics: Make Up Containment! I Create A Foundation

Chen Feng and Atala's bald leader sat on a pickup truck and followed the infantry.

With a lot of training knowledge of Foundation agents in his mind, he knew that such a containment operation was no different from suicide.

However, these Atala terrorists are scumbags who deserve to die, and they are not the purely anti-White Eagle armed forces.

If it was really an armed force that opposed the beautiful country purely because of national hatred and family hatred, he would not deceive these people like this.

The Atala organization is a very extreme armed force, and these people will do anything for their own interests.

Human trafficking, smuggling of addictive drugs, massacre of villages of hostile forces, etc., even if the people of North Waban come here, they will have to be squashed.

So Chen Feng At the moment can be said to be at ease.

The weapon that Atala gave him was an AK74M assault rifle. The AK74M is here in Afghanistan. Compared with those old-fashioned AK weapons such as AK47 and AKM, this is a relatively advanced rifle.

At least the rifling isn't worn out, and it's in good condition in every way, even with a PSO Russian sight and a flash hider.

This gun can almost be said to be a luxury that only the rich and handsome can afford in Afghanistan.

Although the AK74M gun is dubbed the "World Gun King" Karla Shnikov's last masterpiece.

But compared to those 7.62 caliber AK rifles, its ammunition has a caliber of 5.45mm. Even in Chen Feng's previous life, small caliber ammunition has become more and more incapable of fighting conventional infantry.

Even the 7.62 caliber bullets were difficult to hit Deadman directly in the latest war. Why, the armor is too thick.

So this thing is good enough to fight guerrillas without armor, but what if it is used to deal with contained objects?

Who knows how many AK bullets it takes to kill a contained 939 thousand-maw beast.

He glanced at the 14.5-caliber Deshka Russian-made heavy machine gun behind the pickup. Perhaps only such a caliber anti-aircraft heavy machine gun can cause effective damage to the 939.

Not far away, Natasha Romanoff and Skye were closely following the Atala team preparing to fight.

They really didn't understand what this group of Atala militants who seemed to be fighting a war were going to do, but their confusion didn't last long.

Soon, in the forest not far from the last firefight with 939.

An armed team of Atala walking at the forefront of the team suddenly stopped.

These people stood in the middle of the forest path with dull and dazed expressions.

Chen Feng's face changed, and he quickly took out an old-fashioned Russian gas mask from the gas mask box beside him.

"Put on the gas mask! Quick!!"

The vicious big bald head immediately gave orders to the people around him in the native Afghan dialect.

Many Atala militants equipped with gas masks immediately put them on, but the several teams that were walking ahead to explore the way, adding up to dozens of people, were finished.

Amidst several exclamations and screams, a few dark red, eyeless giant lizard-like monsters with a height of at least 2.2 meters and covered with terrifying spikes suddenly appeared.

The bewildered-faced guys in the front had their necks crushed by terrifying sharp teeth, and their heads were swallowed by the monster.

It is the containment 939 Beast of Thousand Throats!

When Chen Feng faced such a monster, he realized how terrifying the containment was.

All three 939s of the first ten or so people were killed in an instant!

Even without the order from the big bald head, those Atala militants who were terrified to the extreme opened fire one after another.

However, the chaotic formation and blind firing due to fear cannot cause effective damage to these monsters at all.

Many bullets even hit their own people, so many guys who didn't have time to put on their gas masks forgot to put on their gas masks because of fear.

Originally, the morale of these militants in Atala was not high, and it was okay to fight against the wind or ambush.

Otherwise, they would not have been easily defeated from the front by Tony wearing the Mark 1 in the movie. If Tony had fought a group of regular troops at the time, it would have been absolutely difficult to break out of the siege with a prototype like the Mark 1.

In the chaos, since nearly one-third of the people didn't have time to put on their gas masks, they directly lost their combat effectiveness, and couldn't even obey the command, standing in the same place as if they had lost their souls.

However, there are not only 3 containment 939 in the forest, more eyeless lizards appeared on the treetops on both sides of the road.

Just a quick glance, such a number, there are at least 60 heads!

At this moment, these 939s were like a pack of wolves rushing into the sheepfold, slaughtering these terrorists wantonly.

Crazy counterattacks, although several 939s were hit by RPGs or DShka machine guns and were severely injured or even killed.

But at this moment, the morale of this team has collapsed in an instant, and what awaits these Atala militants will be a terrible massacre.

"Quick, get out of the car! Let your people organize the defense line as much as possible!"

Chen Feng calmly grabbed the collar of the terrified bald leader and shouted.

The bald leader nodded, picked up the box containing the treatment needles, opened the door and got out of the car.

Chen Feng followed and got out of the car. At this moment, there was a scream from the side, and the head of the big bald man was knocked off by 939's sharp claws.

His head flew around and landed on the roof of the car, his mouth opened and closed in disbelief, as if he wanted to say something to Chen Feng.

"Zhuo! My fat sheep is gone!"

Just as Chen Feng cursed, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing in. He subconsciously rolled over, only to see Containment 939 appearing behind him.

He pulled the trigger without any hesitation, and hit 939 on the head with a shuttle. It let out a painful scream, but it didn't die at all due to its tenacious vitality.

Chen Feng took out an F1 grenade from his pocket in an instant, pulled out the safe and threw it into its mouth precisely.

He glanced at the several terrorists who were still in the car, and the pickup truck surrounded by three or four containment objects 939.

Chen Feng swallowed, it seems that Atala's leek is gone.

He didn't even take a second look at the convoy ambushed by 939. He picked up the suitcase containing the treatment needles, dropped the AK74M, and immediately turned and ran towards the jungle.

The audience is gone, so there is no need to waste points.