Dad's Antique Shop, San Francisco, USA.
"Bang bang bang!!!" Jackie Chan started training on the wooden stakes. The authentic Wing Chun Kung Fu hit the wooden stakes swiftly and quickly, making crisp sounds.
Sweat continued to flow from his handsome and intelligent face. The back of his white shirt was gradually soaked with sweat. Daily training seemed to have become his instinctive work. Jackie Chan was not an ordinary person. As a guy from the ancient country who came to the United States, Jackie Chan himself was a warrior, proficient in various fighting techniques and tactics.
"Ring, ring, ring..." The sound downstairs brought Jackie Chan back to his senses. He knew that his uncle and father would do that whenever something happened. Jackie Chan jumped downstairs nimbly. His agility and wit were the reason why he could fight the Holy Lord and the demons for so long.
Jackie Chan went downstairs to see what his father was up to, but nothing happened. He was first scolded by his father and smacked on the forehead. Then, he was told that his cousin Xinxin's daughter, Xiaoyu, was going to live with Jackie Chan in the United States. Jackie Chan had no choice but to accept his niece. However, Xiaoyu, who had just arrived, clearly couldn't accept her uncle. The situation became awkward after his father left to study the shield.
At this moment, three of Walon's men came in. The leader, Ah Fen, pushed open the door of the antique shop, and Jackie Chan came back to his senses. Seeing the guests who were about to come in, and seeing their ferocious looks, he couldn't help but be alert in his heart. As the saying goes, those who come with bad intentions will not come with good intentions. Most of them are looking for trouble this time.
"Hello, welcome to Dad's Antique Shop. How can I help you?" Jackie Chan stood beside the table and spoke to them calmly, but he was secretly on guard.
"Are you Jackie Chan, the archaeologist?" Ah Fen knocked on the table and looked up at Jackie Chan with disdain.
"I don't deserve it. I just have a little knowledge of ancient civilizations." Jackie Chan said modestly, looking at them with a more alert look.
"We heard that you found a shield in a castle in Bavaria. Our boss is rich and wants to buy a shield from you." Ah Fen said without hesitation. In his mind, the archaeologist should be happy that he sold the shield, but unfortunately Jackie Chan had completely different ideas from him.
Jackie Chan's eyes rolled seriously. He was no fool. A shield that cost them so much money must be something special. At least he didn't think the shield was really worth the money. It must have some secret hidden inside.
"That shield! I'm so sorry, I've donated it to the university for research." Jackie Chan looked apologetic on the surface, but he didn't take it seriously at all. He was thinking about investigating it after they left.
"Do you know?" Ah Fen looked at Jackie Chan with a twinkling eye. He was not a fool and he felt that it would not be that simple.
After giving Lasu and Zhou a look, Ah Fen pushed the antiques on the table directly. In less than a second, four or five antiques fell down. Jackie Chan, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, saw it and took some effort to finally prevent the antiques from breaking. Fortunately, Jackie Chan himself was in good condition and was able to ensure that they were not damaged.
"For the safety of those around you, I want you to take the shield back and we'll come back tomorrow." After saying these harsh words, Ah Fen left with his men.
As Ah Fen and La Su left, Jackie Chan started to climb walls and sprint across the houses like Spider-Man. When he was about to catch up, the animation halo activated again, and the crawling water pipe broke, causing Jackie Chan to fall directly to the ground, shocking Ah Fen and La Su.
They left the car and fought Jackie Chan, even taking out laser blades and easily melting the barbed wire. In the end, Jackie Chan defeated them with his own skills, but was knocked unconscious by Blake when he was not paying attention. Jackie Chan and Blake were originally good friends, but Blake mysteriously disappeared after returning. In the end, according to the original plot, Jackie Chan learned the secrets of District 13 and joined the work there.
On the other hand, Qin Tian waited for the best time to enter the plot. It would be too boring if he did it too early. For example, when Jackie Chan just got the shield, he could have taken it away and got the talisman. His bigger goal was to fight the Black Shadow Army once and test his strength.
"Wesker, prepare our super-powered troops. I will get the talisman soon." Qin Tian raised his head, his eyes fixed, and said to Wesker in a commanding tone.
"As you wish, I'll be happy to accompany you." Wesker replied simply. They had been waiting for an opportunity, a chance to get the talisman and actually fight.
At this moment, Umbrella's special forces were secretly assembling. Their superpowered clone troopers and accompanying weapons were fully prepared to complete their plans. The mercenaries, dressed in black combat uniforms, were cold and emotionless. Since using cloning technology, they had cut off all thought. Only the mission was paramount.
In a high-rise building, Valon looked at his men who had fled back in a panic, and a trace of anger appeared on his face. If it weren't for Afen and Lasu, who had followed him since he was a gangster, and Valon's cunning, Valon might have killed them directly.
"From what you said, it means that Jackie Chan defeated you all by himself." Valon turned his head and looked at the Holy Lord, the ancient demon who possessed countless treasures.
"Well, yes, but." Afen answered hesitantly, not daring to look at Walon's face. They still didn't dare to resist their boss.
"My men, armed with advanced weapons, can't even defeat an archaeologist." Valon said self-deprecatingly, looking at a muscular man next to him, and said with satisfaction: "Tru, come here!"
As soon as Tru came up, he beat Lasu and Afen in no time and left them without any chance to fight back. After seeing Tru's strength, Valon became satisfied. That was the possibility of successfully obtaining the talisman.
On the wall of the hall hung a mural of a dragon, so lifelike it looked like a real dragon. If it were just that simple, Valon wouldn't have searched for a shield. His real name was the Holy Lord, one of the eight ancient demons, and the owner of the fire elemental demon.
"Tru is good, but I think we should send the Shadow Warrior over there to give him a helping hand! Go!"
"Yes, Holy Lord." Valon saw countless black shadows gathering on the ground, forming a ninja with a deathly face, an emotionless ninja full of murderous intent. Shock and awe filled his heart.
The Lord's eyes on the wall glowed red, dangerous and deadly. In ancient times, during the Lord's reign, the world also possessed other demons. The end of the demon age was sealed by the combined efforts of eight immortal wizards. The Lord was resurrected once more, and everything began here.