Superman

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The gunshots are loud!

Life is like seedlings in the field, and large pieces are harvested by the scythe of death.

Tightening the accelerator, Stephanie, who rushed out of the dense forest, heard the gunshots, her eyes were red, but she never looked back.

She didn't care about the bloody massacre that happened later, and she carried the secret of Berlin's "Aryan Superman" and related technologies with her.

If it is not delivered to the Allied forces in time, more people will die.

"Thank goodness it's finally here."

Ahead was the Allied positions, and Stephanie saw steel tanks, sandbag bunkers, and vigilant soldiers.

"Stop!"

After firing a warning shot into the sky, a British soldier pointed a Sten submachine gun at Stephanie who did not intend to slow down.

On the battlefield, you won't hold back just because the opponent is a woman.

In that way, it will only die very quickly.

"My name is Stephanie! An MI[-] agent!"

Stephanie didn't bother to explain too much, and directly reported her identity. She believed that the London side would not do nothing.

This is the British military position closest to Berlin. If MI[-] wants to send someone to respond, it will definitely be arranged in advance.

"Stephanie"

The soldier slowly put down the Sten submachine gun in his hand, and said to the comrades next to him: "Go and inform Brigadier General Luke Carville! It's the Allied Superman who just arrived here."

He did have orders to cooperate fully if a woman who called herself "Stephanie" asked for help.

boom!

Before the soldier could finish speaking, a mass of fiery energy blasted his body to pieces!

Erosion of flesh and blood!

Like a puddle of sticky red mud, splashed on the bunker!

"Find cover! This is an enemy attack!"

Stephanie narrowly avoided the energy light cluster behind her, and she rolled off the motorcycle and fell to the hard ground.

Fortunately, she is not a weak female scientist, but a well-trained undercover agent.

When her body lost her balance, Stephanie curled up and covered her head to minimize the damage she received.

"Tank class Aryan Superman."

Stephanie, who was bleeding from rubbing her elbows and knees, put her hands up and hid behind the cover.

She poked her head out and saw a burly German soldier chasing her.

Judging from the logo on the opponent's armband, it is a "tank-level" Aryan superman made in Berlin.

"Get into the tank quickly! Only then can we kill him!"

Stephanie yelled.

She couldn't be more clear about how powerful the "tank-level" Aryan superman has.

Bullets cannot break their skin, and even if they are injured, they can recover quickly.

The tank parked in the center of the position slowly started, its tracks rolled, and it moved forward.

The turret moved, and the main gun was aimed at the German soldiers who were striding forward.

boom!

The artillery did not hit the opponent.

His movement speed is quite fast, and it is simply impossible for a bulky tank to keep up.

"monster"

A British soldier with a Sten submachine gun stood up bravely and attracted hatred.

A swarm of bullets hit the monster-like German soldier, sinking deep into the flesh and blood, but did not cause more fatal injuries.

"British!"

The German soldiers rushed forward and approached them.

Press the opponent's shoulders with both hands, and pull them outward!

Tear!

The human body is like a flimsy piece of thin paper, torn apart!

Blood spurts!

"Give me that gun!"

Stephanie snatched a Springfield rifle from the frightened soldier.

She knew where the weakness of the "tank class" Aryan Superman was.

Bang!

The burly figure stained with blood stomped heavily, and with the help of the rebounding force, jumped up into the sky.

Then, it fell like a solid cannonball!

Only a "boom" was heard, and the German soldier jumped onto the tank.

Hold the thick main cannon with both hands, and with the roar of a beast, twist the barrel into a twist!

"Is this still human?"

The British soldiers suddenly lost their fighting spirit.

"Yes. He is still human and can be killed."

Stephanie lay on the bunker, staring coldly at the murderous German soldier through the scope of the Springfield rifle.

She stared with bated breath, waiting for the chance to land a blow.

"Freya, is that your name? The Holy General asked me to take you back, or kill you on the spot."

The German soldiers who emitted energy beams from their eyes and blasted the tank and the soldiers inside seemed to have sensed it, turned around to look at Stephanie, and said with a smile: "But I think it's easier to turn your head off. "

Bang!

7.62mm metal bullets are fired from the muzzle at high speed.

German soldiers spread their palms and shield their eyes.

"Do you think I'm not guarding against my weaknesses?"

This "tank-level" Aryan superman said contemptuously.

To deal with him, at least heavy weapons such as rocket launchers and howitzers are required.

A rifle alone is not enough.

"You're Stephanie?"

Just when the female agent who was fleeing all the way was about to despair, a steady voice came from behind.

The tall figure enveloped Stephanie like a dark cloud.

She turned around, raised her head, and replied subconsciously, "That's right."

"You're safe."

The tall man smiled, and then asked, "Is that the Axis Superman?"

Stephanie nodded. She didn't know who the opponent was, so she reminded: "The tank-level Aryan superman made in Berlin is a meat grinder on the battlefield. He is not something ordinary people can fight against!"

"Aryan Superman"

The tall man walked out of the bunker, and his voice with a relaxed smile drifted to the back.

"It's him I'm looking for!"

Chapter 55? You deserve to be called Superman

"Are you the Superman from the Allies?"

The German soldier who had been transformed by the Holy General squinted at the tall man who walked out of the bunker, with a somewhat contemptuous tone.

He thought that the legendary hero who was vigorously promoted by the Allies to conquer Italy and capture the city of Rome by himself should at least be a strong man like Hercules.

Two meters tall, muscular, like a descendant of a titan, it looks particularly intimidating at first glance.

But the allied superman who appeared in front of him was at most taller and stronger than ordinary people, without the slightest exaggeration.

In terms of stature, Luke, who is 191 feet [-]cm tall, is nothing in front of German soldiers who are burly like little giants.

The muscles are even worse than the strong and powerful body of the Allied Superman. Facing the big guy who seems to have taken steroids, he still looks a little "thin".

Judging from the appearance alone, this fierce German soldier has a strong body, like an ancient unparalleled warrior with a height of eight feet and a waist circumference of eight feet.

Pieces of rock-like hard muscles almost tore through the military uniform.

Quite a bit of the sturdy temperament of a devil's muscular man!

"You look like a Boy Scout."

The German soldier glanced at the young brigadier general and laughed, "If you throw something like you into the British barracks, it should be very popular and well developed."

The humiliating sarcasm did not annoy Luke. He turned his head to look at Stephanie and asked, "You said he was tank-level, meaning there is a more powerful Aryan superman?"

"Yes. The three who defeated the Soviet army were Aryan supermen of the Battleship class. They are even more terrifying!"

Stephanie nodded.

There was a little worry in her eyes.

Muscle is strength, physique is everything!

This is a fact recognized by many people!

Therefore, even if Luke showed a powerful aura not inferior to the German Superman.

But Stephanie still had doubts. She had seen with her own eyes in Berlin how strong those "Battleship-class" supermen were.

tanks, bombers, thousands of soldiers

Neither is an opponent!

Luke, who is a superman of the Allied Forces, doesn't know if he can do it.

With this in mind, Stephanie gripped her Springfield rifle tightly, ready to back up the young brigadier if something went wrong.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Julian. If you screw your head off and bring it back to Berlin, the head of state will definitely reward me, and maybe I will be awarded a medal like Siegfried."

The German soldier, as tall as a giant, laughed.

Luke didn't answer, so there was no need to waste time on miscellaneous soldiers.

Generally speaking, lines are reserved for important characters.

He stomped heavily, and Stephanie, who was hiding behind the bunker, felt the ground tremble suddenly.

The cracks in the spider web extended to the surroundings, and the tall and straight figure tore through the air, creating a strong air current.

Almost a breath of time, approaching the front of the German Superman.

Clenching a fist with his right hand, he smashed it down with all his might!

At this time, Luke, compared to before, has been greatly improved in terms of strength and speed.

This feeling of improving every day and night, and getting stronger every moment, once fascinated him.

The pleasure it brings even surpasses the bed sports that humans are keen on.

"So fast"

The well-developed visual nerves allowed Julian to barely capture Luke's movement trajectory.

Feeling the heavy force rushing towards his face, he immediately put away his contempt.