Super Cute New To Marvel

  Chapter 95 No smoking here

  Since he was in the base, he couldn't wait. Fisher, dressed as a German officer, simply swayed in the camp with his attendants.

The group took a bath with the crowd and mixed up for lunch. Finally, Fisher also mixed a sip of wine with a German colonel. After he was full, he was about to find a barracks and squint for a while. Dundolph has returned to the base with the guards!

Although the local resources in Germany are still tight, Ludendorff himself is still domineering. The team consists of eight reconnaissance vehicles and cars, and he himself wears an M1910-style general field battle with dark-colored turn-over sleeves, chest pockets and M1900-style collar badges. Clothes. His P08 pistol is in a hard shell pistol holster, he is also wearing a gray military coat, and he is holding an ivory cane in his hand.

And he himself looked extremely majestic, with a solemn expression. After chatting with the officers who greeted him for a few words, he dropped his coat and walked towards the largest building of the base, where Fisher touched the German officer’s. The credentials are also not eligible to go in.

Although he knew that the target was only one shot away from him, Fisher really didn't dare to violently kill people. Kind of, the characteristic camouflage on the m1917 helmet on the head shows that these guards are all carefully selected veterans of the Storm Commando. If it really fought, Fisher was really not sure. He usually brought some light weapons, and only one piece of body armor. Although the exo exoskeleton was powerful, it couldn't hold the 77mm anti-aircraft gun.

"It would be great if there was a nanosuit!" Fisher returned the loaded Rugers to the holster, and then slowly paced towards the rear of the convoy, and then he saw a German pilot wearing a leather jacket Was dragged from the truck by two other big-waisted Stormtrooper soldiers.

   "???" Fisher opened his eyes wide and looked, vaguely saw a familiar shadow from the distorted face of the other party. Isn't that the little one!

  Captain Steve, who was originally extremely beautiful, was like a dead dog at the moment, being dragged upside down into the largest building in the base.

  Fisher wanted to follow, but he was stopped as soon as he walked to the door.

   "Pass, Captain!"

   "Sorry, what did that guy commit?" It was good to smoke a cigarette, and a good old American knife was stuffed in the smoke, and the sentry on guard immediately became less serious.

   "It is said to be an American spy who has just been discovered!"

   "Oh, thank you~"

Fisher, who turned around and left, is now a little skeptical of life. This plot collapse might not have been done by himself, but it is impossible for him to watch Steve being **** with Billy by the bad old man Ludendorff. To be saved.

Returning to the temporary hiding place, Fisher counted the weapons and ammunition left in his hand, some unused explosives, several rifles and submachine guns, and a bazooka, but these weapons didn’t have a lot of ammunition. His improvised blast gun has run out of ammunition and was thrown into the desert by him.

   "Mahad!" reached out his hand to beckon the guerrillas he had brought, and Fisher threw the explosives to the opponent.

  "Leave these gadgets in other corners of the camp. Don’t let anyone find out. Hala, the three of you, go to the parking lot, find an armored vehicle, and then park at this location at six o’clock in the afternoon!"

   "Mr. Lawrence, what are you going to do?" Several Arab guerrilla soldiers puzzled.

   "Save people, blow up this military base by the way!"

   "This is good!" After hearing the news, several Arab guerrillas were not afraid, but excited. For them, it would be good to kill a few more enemies. As for the Germans or the Ottomans, is there a difference?

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  Steve Trevor raised his head, his right eye was swollen and he couldn't see what was in front of him. The nose and mouth were full of fishy smell, and the two arms and thighs were hot and painful because of the friction of the shackles.

But Steve was not afraid. He just regretted that he did not check the back road during the day and was discovered by the sentinel. Steve knew the outcome he was about to face. Fortunately, The item had been hidden by him in a secret place. Although it could not be returned to the Allied camp, it could delay the progress of the Germans, and that was enough.

  While Steve was still wondering whether he should call President Wilson through the ages or the United States of America before he died, the door of the cell was brutally pushed open.

   "How's he doing?" asked a full-spirited male voice.

   "No big problem, this guy is strong enough!"

   "That's good, Dr. Maru will like it! Drag him out!"

  Rough big hands pulled Steve's collar, the original sturdy jacket had been turned into shreds during the torture, and it pierced and pierced as soon as it was pulled by the soldiers.

  The noisy factory, the murmur of talking, and the biabia sound of boots stepping on the stagnant water, intertwined, making Steve a little stupefied.

  Several commando soldiers with big waists took Steve to a sealed glass room and tied him to a chair.

   Then a German general and a woman with a porcelain mask on her chin came in.

  "Where are my notes?"

  The woman was obviously a little excited when she saw Steve, so she pulled her collar and questioned it word by word.

   "Nothing!" Steve coughed twice. He wanted to laugh, but he got stuck in the blood in his mouth, and it turned into a dry cough.

  "Do you want to die?" The woman pointed to a stool not far away. On it was sitting an Allied prisoner of war, but this prisoner of war had been dead for a long time.

  "Is it worth dying like him? Captain, I'll ask you again, where are my notes?"

  The answer to her is that Steve usually looks at fools, "Your gas has killed so many soldiers, now there is no chance!"

   "You..." Dr. Maru was eager to swallow Steve alive.

"Let me come, Dr. Maru!" Ludendorff, who had been silent from behind, stepped forward, and began to understand reason and emotionally persuade Steve to befriend Steve from the perspectives of military honor, life, and family. Out of his stolen notebook, but the latter just looked at each other and said: "Your Excellency, you and I are both soldiers!"

   After realizing that Steve could not be succumbed to hard or soft, Ludendorff could only ask Dr. Maru and her eighth secret gas bomb again.

   "You still have time to regret now!"

"bring it on!"

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Fisher pretended to inspect the workpiece and stood not far from the gas chamber. This is a handmade gas bomb production line. Hundreds of Ottoman soldiers are making bombs with the gas invented by Dr. Maru under the guidance of German officers. Then these bombs will appear on the battlefields in the Middle East and Europe.

  And Fisher also directly killed a German officer with a pass, and then used his pass to get in.

   "Five, four, three, two, one!" Seeing that Steve was about to be turned into a guinea pig wearing a gas mask, Fisher let the time bomb set by the guerrillas explode.

  Several shock waves swept across the glass windows of all buildings within a few kilometers, and Fisher moved in the jingling and shattered glass.

"Da da da..." Two stolen mp18 submachine guns spewed fireworks, instantly sieving a row of storm commandos standing outside the laboratory, and then the bullets passed through the iron door and wooden wall, crackling in the experiment. On the bulletproof glass of the room.

The Ottoman army and German officers in the chaos had not yet risen from the ground at this moment, and then the smoke bomb was thrown down by Fisher. The smoke that choked the nose instantly covered this area and also covered Fisher’s Trace.

   "Go!" Ludendorff looked at the figure approaching in the smoke and pushed Dr. Maru toward the other door of the laboratory. He grabbed his pistol and looked at the approaching Fisher warily.

  "Are you going to save him? Then I promise, the moment you broke into the door, he must be the one who died!"

   "Are you sure?" Fisher's voice was a bit vague because he was wearing a gas mask, but Ludendorff still heard it.

   "Yes!" After his guard entered through the back door, Ludendorff's confidence immediately rose. He hid behind the guard soldiers, intending to see how Fisher broke in.

  Then Fisher pulled out his nv4 assault rifle from under his clothes and put it on the thick bulletproof glass.

"Puff puff puff puff..." A series of dense bullet holes appeared on the bulletproof glass, and Ludendorff's proud guard fell to the ground before he even reacted, including Ludendorff himself, one The bullet that hit his guard soldier deformed after penetrating his body, and then hit his thigh.

   "Damn it, take me out of here!" Ludendorff dared not stay for a moment after finding that the opponent's weapon could penetrate the glass. He struggled to crawl out of the back door, and then screamed like a pig.

   "Kill them, kill them!"

  More guard soldiers rushed forward and tried to stop Fisher, but two artillery-type Ruger pistols that rose out of thin air became the last scene they saw.

64 rounds of 9mm bullets fired in such a narrow space. As a result, Ludendorff’s guards layered layers of corpses on the ground. Then Fisher threw a smoke bomb again and covered the back door of the gas chamber. Pick up Steve and trot along the way.

"You know, I crossed the entire desert just to meet you, so don't sleep!" Fisher was muttering words as he ran. He was still waiting to see the big legs. If Steve gets cold, How do I get to Paradise Island by myself?

   "Notebook!" Steve also understood that Fisher is not an enemy or friend, patted Fisher on the shoulder, and whispered.

"What did you say?"

  "The notebook, in my plane, numbered kr123, it is a Fokker triplane, you must get the notebook!"

  　3,000 words, I was very embarrassed yesterday, good night

  (End of this chapter)