Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 55

In the dark dense forest, a military motorcycle was running fast, and the roar of the engine echoed, alarming the crows perched on the branches.

"Damn it! The Germans are going to catch up!"

With both hands on the handlebars of the motorcycle, Stephanie resisted the urge to turn her head. She was afraid of seeing the German soldiers chasing after her.

Now it is very close to the Allied Army's front line, as long as you leave this dense forest, a few kilometers ahead is a stronghold of the British Army.

It's safe to be there.

"Anything to eat?"

"You must have food, right!"

"Give me something to eat..."

"..."

In the dense forest, there are a large number of refugees.

They are all poor people who are homeless in the war and have nowhere to go.

"I have nothing to eat!"

Stephanie saw a man in rags blocking her way, and instead of slowing down, stepped on the accelerator.

Now is not the time to be overwhelmed with sympathy. Along the way, she has seen too many refugees who are not full, so that she is a little numb.

Ending the war is the best way to save them!

Stephanie thought so.

Bang!

The motorcycle hit the man, and the man's thin body hit the tree trunk.

"sorry."

Gritting her teeth, Stephanie saw the surging wave of refugees in front of her, and pulled out the MP40 submachine gun under her windbreaker.

"Go away! I can't help you! Go away!"

Da da da!Da da da!

The piercing sound of gunfire spread through the dense forest, and the lasing bullets tore apart the leaves above their heads.

Out of the instinct of survival and the fear of death, those small waves of refugees who gradually approached finally dispersed to make way for a passage.

"It's hell on earth!"

Stephanie still couldn't hold back, and looked back.

Those refugees who were dispersed actually walked towards the man who was knocked into the air.

Hunger makes them lose their minds and their dignity as human beings.

She doesn't want to think about what will happen next, it will become a nightmare that haunts her life.

"There's a car coming!"

"They sure have food!"

"Give me something to eat..."

"..."

The roaring and mixed sound of the engine came towards the dense forest.

A group of soldiers in German uniforms, driving motorcycles, shuttled through the dimly lit forest.

They roared past, turning a blind eye to the crowd of refugees.

"Get out of the way!"

A German officer took out his pistol and shot and killed the rushing refugees without hesitation.

They don't want to be wasted by these low-class people. The spies who have sneaked into Berlin are ahead.

General Sheng has ordered that this threat must be wiped out before the opponent returns to the territory of the Allied Powers!

"Shoot! Shoot! Kill these pigs!"

shouted the leading German officer.

He saw more and more refugees gathering and directly issued orders to shoot and kill those who dared to stop them on the spot.

Da da da--

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... 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!"

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