Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Holy Lord's Brother!

Chapter 49: The 49th Palm: Talisman
Facing ten armed bodyguards, Beth sneered, "Old man, have you ever thought about how I got to you alone?"

Bolton was slightly stunned.

Yes, he had issued the killing order a long time ago. Almost everyone in the Bolton family knew Beth's face. How did the latter come here alone?
But seeing that Beth was only wearing a suit, Bolton snorted coldly: "Boy, you are a little naive to try to bluff me!"

"Really?" Beth's mouth curled up dangerously.

Then, he slowly raised his right hand in front of everyone's confused gazes, and the shadow cast by the light under his feet began to tremble along with his movement.

Bolton noticed this, stepped back in fear, and said, "Boy, what's that under your feet?"

"Of course it's something that's going to kill you!" Beth's eyes turned cold, and she lowered her raised arm. "Come out, shadow soldiers!"

buzzing-

In an instant, fifty or sixty black shadows shot out along the smooth floor and transformed into black shadow soldiers wearing ancient armor.

One of the shadowy soldiers suddenly drew the samurai sword from his waist and slashed forward.

In the flash of the knife, a bodyguard holding a submachine gun was cut in half along with the submachine gun in his hand.

puff!

Hot blood flowed out from the body that was broken into two pieces, quickly dyeing the ground red.

"Devil, it's a devil!"

"Damn it, you actually released the devil!" Bolton was so frightened that his face was distorted, and he no longer had his previous arrogant attitude.

The remaining nine bodyguards only then reacted, pulled the bolts of their guns, and golden flames immediately spewed out from the black barrels.

bang bang bang! ! !
The bullet streaked across the sky and hit the shadow soldier.

But what was strange was that the moment the bullet entered the body of the shadow soldier, it seemed to lose all its power. The speed of the bullet's rotation gradually slowed down, and finally it fell to the ground with a few "clicks".

"how can that be"

Bolton's eyes widened in disbelief.

Ignoring thermal weapons, what the hell is this?
Seeing Bolton's miserable state, Bess lost all desire to play around and ordered, "Kill them and take the talisman back!"

The shadow soldier nodded indifferently.

Dozens of people jumped up, and their long swords drew graceful arcs in the air, and in the horrified eyes of several people, they accurately chopped off their heads!

A moment later, the luxurious room turned into a sea of ​​corpses and blood, and it would probably rot soon.

The shadow soldiers waved their long swords to wipe off the blood stains on them, and then handed the dog talisman respectfully to Beth.

Looking at the pale yellow ancient lines on the talisman, Beth calmly took it, turned around and walked out of the building.

.........

As the night deepens, the chill slowly gathers.

A corner of San Francisco.

In a seemingly ordinary three-story villa.

Jingle Bell--

The copper bell hanging on the door rang.

A figure who was not tall but had an extremely good figure pushed the door open and walked in. It was Jackie Chan!
"Sigh~"

"The weather outside is so bad, I feel like I'm freezing." Jackie Chan rubbed his arms, trying to relieve the coldness in his body in this way.

Dad was studying the shield that Jackie Chan brought back. When he heard what Jackie Chan said, he casually threw the clothes on the coat rack next to him to Jackie Chan.

"Dress up and don't catch a cold."

"Thank you, Dad."

Jackie Chan quickly put on his coat, then walked into the kitchen, took out the instant coffee from the cupboard, and made himself a full cup.

When the warm coffee went down his throat and into his stomach, Jackie Chan finally felt alive again.

“Huh—” “It’s so comfortable. Nothing can make you feel more comfortable than drinking a cup of steaming hot coffee after a tiring day.”

Hearing this, the old man picked up his reading glasses and glanced at Jackie Chan, then said, "Why don't you make a cup for me too!"

"Hey, sorry, Dad!"

"I'll make it right away!" Jackie Chan touched the back of his head embarrassedly, then walked into the kitchen again. When he came out, he had an extra cup of coffee in his hand.

Dad took the coffee and took a sip. His eyes fell on the shield and he commented calmly, "You put too much sugar in it. Do you want to give Dad diabetes?"

"Then I'll give you less next time." Jackie Chan didn't say anything. He was already used to his father's way of speaking.

However, looking at the shield, Jackie Chan still asked in confusion: "Dad, what is the origin of this shield? Why does everyone I met today want this shield?"

Dad put down his coffee and said, "Dad is not sure yet. Maybe Dad needs some time to study this shield."

"Okay then, I'll go out and buy some daily necessities." Jackie Chan said, wrapped his coat around him and walked out.

Dad didn't respond. He was deeply attracted by the runes engraved on the shield.

Pulling out the stool from under the table, turning on the desk lamp, and referring to an ancient book, Dad began to translate the contents on the shield.

I don’t know how long it took, the night outside the window became darker and darker, the cold wind blew dust against the glass, making a sound like knocking on the door.

But none of this could disturb Dad.

Rubbing his fingers over the inscriptions on the shield, Dad murmured, "Eight Demons. Ancient Magic Spells."

Gradually, Dad seemed to understand the true meaning of the inscription. He picked up the desktop phone on the table and called.

Jingle Bell--

The call was connected not long after it rang.

Jackie Chan's powerful voice came from the other side: "Dad? It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"

"No, but Jackie Chan, where are you? What took you so long to shop?"

"Sorry, Dad, I got delayed and may not be able to come back tonight."

"Oh, that's okay."

"But there's one more thing. Have you seen Xiaoyu?"

The other side sighed: "Xiaoyu is with me."

"That's good. I have some clues about the words on the shield. They seem to be a spell that once contained powerful ancient magic."

"Spell?"

"Yes," Dad said, following the words on the book. "This is a spell that suppresses magical power. I think it's used to suppress something on the shield, so the shield itself is not important."

"I understand, Dad."

"As long as you understand, Dad wants it now."

"Give me the cell phone!" Dad was about to take a break when a big hand suddenly grabbed out and forcibly snatched the phone from his hand.

The dim light from the desk lamp could not illuminate the other person's complete face. One could only vaguely see that the other person was wearing black and white overalls.

The friction between the two people made a lot of noise.

Tru ignored all that and picked up the phone and said directly, "Mr. Cheng, I want to see that shield within an hour. Otherwise, I'm not sure if this old man will be in trouble."

"Who are you and why do you want that shield too?" Jackie Chan asked anxiously on the other end of the phone.

Tru didn't answer, but sneered: "Remember, take the shield to the top of the Xintian Building, I will wait for you there!"

After saying that, Tru hung up the phone.

　Sorry, the update is slow because I have been stuck in the past two days. I will try to update earlier in the future.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)