I'm in Marvel's infinite draw

Chapter 65 The Lone Wolf

At night, the sun has completely subsided into the sea level, and the night is like a black fog covering the urban streets in the French coast.

'Boom—'

'Da da da! '

The defensive front on the beach at the forefront has long been defeated, and the continuous artillery fire and gunfire continued to cover the entire area within a radius of more than ten miles.

The Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms concentrated their heads on the attack, while the German soldiers resisted desperately. The two sides fought in chaos. There was continuous exchange of fire from powerful guns at night, and the illuminated ground was full of hell-like bloody scenes.

Countless corpses were everywhere, broken helmets, guns with empty magazines, and empty bullet shells scattered all over the place, and the blood dripped and gathered together, really like a rain of blood.

At this time, the war is not over yet, it has just begun.

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night full of killings and gunpowder, and it will also be an unprecedented battle that people in major countries will not want to recall in the future.

At this time, the edge of the city street.

"The devil! He's a devil!"

"Retreat, retreat back!!"

Unlike the stalemate between soldiers from both sides in other parts of the war, the battle situation here is completely one-sided. More than a dozen well-armed German soldiers ran back with frightened faces pale.

Not far behind them, in the dark interior of the streets and alleys, a tall and strong humanoid monster slowly held a bloody one-handed sword, and followed up step by step.

The human-shaped monster seemed to be covered with a layer of dark cuticle, and the perfect muscle outline was presented in an assembly line. If there was no light from the artillery fire, it would blend into the night.

Scarlet slender eyes, ferocious fangs, wild body outline, this is the original form covered by Kyle and the venom.

In the streets and alleys behind him, more than a dozen corpses of soldiers who had been cut in half lay on the ground, and fresh blood was still spilling out to clean the floor.

"Grenades! Throw grenades to me!" The German officer at the head of the team shouted in horror, and the rest of the soldiers immediately followed suit and threw all the grenades on their bodies back.

'Boom boom boom! '

The blasting sound caused by the grenade was connected in a series, completely sealing off the halfway of the street passage, and the surrounding collapsed houses blocked Kyle's figure.

"Huh." The German officer breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the ground with weak and numb legs, and laughed out of fear: "Hahaha, that monster is dead! Finally dead..."

His words came in astonishment, but at an unknown time, a bone-piercing chill came from behind, and the shadow cast by his tall physique enveloped his body.

"Captain, behind you—" The other dozen or so German soldiers all looked behind the officer, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in their lives, and they couldn't stop trembling backwards.

The German officer didn't even have the strength to stand up and even look back, his teeth were chattering with each other, and he said hoarsely: "Shoot, let me continue, shoot..."

'Pfft! '

The sharp one-handed sword tip fell from the top of the head, directly and easily piercing the entire head of the German officer.

"Captain!" More than a dozen German soldiers roared with tears in their eyes. Their grief and indignation turned into courage, and overcoming their fear, they aimed their guns at the shadow behind the dead German officer's body.

The next moment, dense bullets hit the black shadow's bullets and fell to the ground, showing how futile their final counterattack was.

'Tread! '

Pulling the one-handed sword away from his head, Kyle faced the dense rain of bullets with his venom battle suit. With one lunge, he shortened the distance to the enemy by a few meters. He swung horizontally and swiftly, and the soldiers were like wheat harvested in a wheat field. Like falling to the ground one after another.

The battle situation in this small area quickly returned to its original silence.

Kyle didn't know how many enemy soldiers he had killed in this way. These were meaningless. Indulging in such a killing night atmosphere, his body was still in a high state of excitement.

Silently looking at the corpses of the enemy soldiers, Kyle was about to set off to go deeper into the war zone again, when he suddenly saw a scene on the street in the distance from the corner of his eyes, and the steps he had just taken stopped immediately.

Less than a hundred meters away, there was also a group of about ten German soldiers engaged in a fierce exchange of fire with an enemy in the street area.

The man was still struggling to resist with his gun, but soon he threw away the gun in his hand and rushed towards the group of German soldiers fearlessly.

Just like a lone wolf hunting its prey, the man rushed forward facing the bullet, holding a cold weapon like a sharp claw in his hand, and made a gesture of desperately fighting.

I don't know whether to call it courageous or stupid, so I rushed to the muzzles of ten guns with sufficient ammunition without any protection, and the result can be imagined.

Kyle saw this scene with cold eyes, and wanted to leave at first, but in the next moment, the reversal of the one-to-ten battle made him tremble physically and mentally.

However, the man not only did not die under the gun, but successfully rushed into the German soldiers, and the sharp claw weapon in his hand quickly harvested the soldiers' lives, blood splashed everywhere, and the speed of killing was faster than him!

Almost in the blink of an eye, the ten German soldiers in the field of vision were dead and fell to the ground. Only the man could be seen standing alone at the scene, and quickly disappeared in the dark.

The hood of the Venom suit turned into black silk and fell off, revealing Kyle's handsome face inside. At this moment, his eyes were filled with shock and disbelief.

"Could it be him, how is this possible?!"

This is the world of Marvel movies, the world of the Avengers, how could that person exist...

Without any hesitation, Kyle immediately pedaled and sprinted, and set off to the place over there at a high speed.

In a few seconds, Kyle arrived at the scene of the fight just now, and quickly looked around to confirm, but there were only ten broken corpses lying in a pool of blood on the ground, and the lone wolf-like man could no longer be seen.

Kyle checked the deadly wounds on the German soldiers' corpses one by one. Most of them were on the neck and chest. There were three claw marks that penetrated into the bones of the German soldiers. Basically, they were killed by a clean blow.

He was flustered, unable to calm himself down.

Is it really that person?

Kyle was lost in thought, and soon seemed to notice something, turned sharply, and looked at the corner of the alley next to the street.

In the dark corner of the night, a middle-aged man wearing a Soviet soldier's combat uniform came out indifferently, leaned against the corner of the alley, took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, and slowly lit it for himself.

He has a head of cool black hair, a beard on his chin covering his cheeks on both sides, a rough and masculine face.

The middle-aged uncle took a puff of cigarette enjoying himself, looked coldly at Kyle who was standing next to the dead German soldier, and asked while blowing white smoke, "Who are you, American soldier?"

(End of this chapter)