Superman

"In order to hide from the eyeliners of the Allied forces, they left the front line yesterday and headed towards Paris. Calculate the time, they should enter the city."

Generation Zemo bowed his head and replied.

He wisely didn't ask why Luke could transform into a pegasus, let alone the fact that this allied superman punched a bomber and wiped out the entire fleet.

"Let's get out first!"

Baron Strucker pondered for a long time before making a decision.

Originally hiding in a corner that no one knew about, watching the opponent fall into the terrible trap carefully designed by oneself, and finally being unable to break free with all his strength, he could only despair and wait for death. This is a very fulfilling thing.

But now, Baron Sterak has lost this mood, as well as his original sense of security.

He was afraid that in the next second, Luke would overturn the roof, appear in this house, and teach himself an unforgettable lesson with his iron fist of justice that exploded the bomber with his bare hands.

Intense fear is like a seed, once rooted and germinated, it is difficult to erase.

"Whether Saint General's three battleships can successfully defeat Luke Cavill, it has nothing to do with us anyway."

Seeing Zemo's puzzled eyes, Baron Sterak deliberately explained, "There is a saying in the East that smart people will not stand under a wall that is about to collapse. They know how to stay away from danger. Now, Paris is very dangerous. It’s no longer a place to watch the excitement.”

"The Holy General has given my soldiers the body transformation of Woden's blood. The Third Reich and him have lost their use value."

"To be on the safe side, let's leave first."

The first generation of Zemo was a little dazed when he heard it. Didn't he say that he wanted to capture Luke Cavill, sacrifice it to the god of aliens, and complete the "Far Star Project"?

It's not even started yet!

"Ok?"

A green light enveloped his body, and Luke, who was like a human torch, pricked up his ears and heard the sound of an airplane engine starting a few blocks away.

He originally wanted to fly over to have a look, but unfortunately, like Ultraman whose energy was about to run out, the light of forgiveness flickered, which was a sign that the "green light disk" was about to be scrapped.

"We can only land first."

Luke scanned the city with super vision, and his sharp eyes caught a glimpse of a shiny bald head and a sneaky figure in a mask.

"Hydra, it's really them who are doing things."

He recognized one of them, Baron Strucker who had taken Bucky in Clausburg.

Silently write this guy down in a small notebook, and wait until the Third Reich is settled before going to trouble him.

Locking on Sieglinde's position, Luke manipulated the remaining energy and landed on the ground.

"Ma'am, if you are willing to abandon the dark and turn to the bright, join the Allies, and contribute to the resistance against the tyranny of the Third Reich, I believe that the top allied forces will understand your difficulties and accept your surrender."

As soon as Luke stood firm, the forgiving green light covering his body disappeared.

He looked at Sieglinde, who was worthy of being a "Battleship Class", and his recovery ability was extremely amazing.

He had only left for a few minutes, and the two broken arms had already healed.

"Brigadier General, your strength has won my respect. If you can throw yourself into the embrace of the Third Reich, the Holy General will definitely reward you generously."

Sieglinde said sincerely.

"I am already the youngest brigadier general in the Allied countries. After the war, I may be promoted to major general. Maybe in a few years, I will be able to sit on the position of Secretary of Defense, and then enter the White House. Tell me, General Saint, what chips can he give ? The Third Reich is in danger!"

Luke was unmoved, and Berlin could only write one bad check after another.

Other than that, nothing can be given to him.

"It's a pity, Commodore, it would be great if you were a German. A strong and powerful man like you, combined with me, will definitely breed a perfect gene beyond the battleship class."

Sieglinde spoke bluntly, and his blue eyes stared straight at Luke.

After the fierce battle just now, the German uniform could only cover the vitals, leaving a large area of ​​skin exposed to the air.

Pooh!

A bad woman who is greedy for my body.

Luke didn't look sideways, his face was upright.

"Hey, Claudia, I'm obviously much taller than this guy, are you sure you don't think about me?"

A black-haired German soldier walks out of a house that was in ruins during the bombing.

He is two meters tall, like a humanoid statue cast in steel, and his gestures are full of strength.

There is also a bloody head in his right hand, which is a "tank-level" Allied soldier.

"Shut up! Say it all, call me Sieglinde, you bastard!"

Sieglinde said angrily.

"Sigmund, don't underestimate this Brigadier General, he is more qualified to be called Superman than those inferior products. Fighting alone, any one of us may not be his opponent!"

Two Aryan supermen blocked Luke's way one after the other, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"That's right, this guy is quite good at masturbating planes. He destroyed a bomber group with his bare hands. But General Sheng said, I am the battleship class with the strongest potential, the real Aryan superman!"

Another figure.

Blonde, blue eyes, tough features, wearing the same German uniform as Sieglinde.

The person looked at Luke with a hint of excitement, as if he couldn't wait to start the battle between "Supermen".

"Siegfried, you megalomaniac and idiot! This is not your solo show!"

Sieglinde covered her face, she knew exactly what would happen if she underestimated Luke.

As long as this young brigadier general of the Allied forces has a slight upper hand, he will never give the enemy a chance to breathe again.

"I said, are you finished talking?"

Luke moved his muscles and bones, and the effect of Deathstroke's "Physical Master" skill card was still there, and he quickly entered the fighting state.

His sharp eyes swept over the three "Battleships", and finally placed on Siegmund who was carrying the head of an Allied soldier.

"Since the players are in place, the game begins!"

The slightly cold voice fell to the ground, Luke stomped on the ground, and the power in his body surged like a tide.

The tall and straight figure turned into an afterimage, wrapped in a turbulent airflow, like a sports car that speeds up in an instant, approaching in front of Siegmund in an instant.

Chapter 73? Toolman One, Deathstroke

"Speed ​​and strength, not bad!"

Feeling the strong airflow coming towards him, Siegmund dropped the head he was holding and showed a cold smile.

The palms are clenched tightly, the muscle fibers are like twisted steel wires.

Under the terrifying force, the bones of the whole body burst into pieces.

A punch blasted out like a heavy artillery!

Luke, who also made a punching movement, suddenly changed his sharp eyes.

At this time, he possessed the combat awareness and melee ability of Death Knell, that is, the most outstanding tactician and assassin in the studio next door.

A mortal body, the world's top mercenary who has singled out the Justice League and the Teen Titans many times.

To plunder life is as natural as breathing to Deathstroke, and the combat experience he has accumulated is extremely rich.

From superheroes to villains, they may all appear on his solution list.

As long as you give enough money, there will be no head that the death knell can't chop off.

In fact, he still had a few missed attempts.

In any case, as the death knell of Deadpool's big cousin, it can be regarded as the pinnacle of human physical skills.

In a real comparison, Ms. Shiva, who also opened the physical skill hang, and her two senior brothers, and her daughter might be able to compete head-on.

For such a powerful existence, how terrifying would the close-body technique accumulated after countless fights be?

Luke was quick to give an answer.

He turned his head sideways and precisely avoided that heavy uppercut.

The strong air flow hit the face, blowing the short black hair.

Luke didn't change his face, as if he knew that this punch would not hit him. Taking advantage of the moment Siegmund retracted his fist, he hugged the opponent's neck with both hands, and moved forward with all his strength. His knees suddenly pushed up and hit him hard. abdomen.

A series of actions are crisp and neat, as if they have been done countless times.

The rich experience from the death knell told him that there are many organs in the abdominal cavity, and the distribution of nerves is extremely rich.

As long as it hits here, it will immediately cause severe abdominal pain, making it difficult for the enemy to breathe, muscle spasms, and quickly lose the ability to fight.

The fact is just as Luke expected.

Even though Siegmund is a "Battleship Class" with amazing physical fitness, he still belongs to the category of human beings.

puff!

A powerful knee bump directly made Siegmund spit out a mouthful of blood.

He felt his abdomen tossed, his internal organs churned together, and his breathing was suffocated.

"It hurts!"

Siegmund's body leaned forward, his whole body bowed into a big lobster, and he almost fell to his knees.

After a face-to-face effort, he was crushed by Luke's fighting spirit.

"That's not enough!"

A deep voice from above rang in Siegmund's ear.

With both hands tightly wrapped around his neck, he pressed down heavily.

The fragile neck bone made a "click" sound, and the pain rushed to the brain like a needle prick.

The whole person fell down!

Bang!

Siegmund's strong body was like a cannonball, smashing into the hard concrete ground.

The face full of arrogance was in direct contact with the soil.

Blood flowed out from the nostrils wantonly, covering the whole face in a short time.

In less than 20 seconds, this "battleship class" ended up in a miserable and miserable situation.

"Bastard! I'm going to twist it off"

Siegmund was furious like a roaring bear.

He was about to turn over and get up, but was kicked back by Luke.

"I haven't allowed you to stand up yet."

There was a strong sense of humiliation in the joking voice.

Siegmund, who was being teased unilaterally, was almost going crazy.

He put his hands on the ground, his bulging muscles burst through the German uniform.

With a sudden force, he forcibly pushes away the foot on the back.

Those eyes filled with anger, filled with fiery energy.

Groups of ball-shaped lightning-like high-temperature halos are about to erupt.

"to die"

Before Siegmund could show his might, a palm as powerful as iron pincers pressed his face.

Like a sledgehammer hitting head-on, this "battleship class" was beaten until its nasal bone was shattered and blood flowed profusely.

The uncontrollable terrifying energy poured directly from between the fingers, like strands of dazzling arcs, blasting into Luke's palm.

All of a sudden, the sound of "Zizi" can be heard endlessly.

"I said that you were not allowed to stand up, don't you understand?"

Luke's voice was flat, without the slightest emotion.

Even if his palm was about to be attacked by the energy released by Siegmund, it would be scorched into pitch-black coke.