Superman

In the gloomy dense forest, a military motorcycle was speeding up and down, and the roar of the engine echoed, alarming the crows perched on the branches.

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

Stephanie, who held both hands on the direction handle of the motorcycle, resisted the urge to look back. She was afraid to see the German soldiers in hot pursuit.

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

It's safe when you get there.

"Anything to eat?"

"You must have food, right!"

"Give me something to eat..."

"..."

There are a large number of refugees in the dense forest.

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

"I have nothing to eat!"

Stephanie saw a man in rags blocking her way, and instead of slowing down, she tightened the throttle.

This is not the time when sympathy is overflowing, and along the way, she has seen too many refugees who are not full of food, and she is a little numb.

Ending the war is the best way to save them!

Stephanie thought so.

Bang!

The motorcycle ran into the man, and his thin body hit the tree trunk.

"Sorry."

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

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

Da da da!Da da da!

The harsh gunshots spread throughout the dense forest, and the shots from the blast shredded the leaves above the head.

Out of the instinct to survive and the fear of death, the small wave of refugees that gradually approached finally dispersed, giving way to a passage.

"It's hell on earth!"

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

The refugees who had been disperse walked towards the man who was knocked into flight.

Hunger makes them lose their sanity and human dignity.

She didn't want to think about what would happen next, which would become a nightmare that would haunt her life.

"A car is coming!"

"They must have food!"

"Give me something to eat..."

"..."

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

A group of soldiers in German uniforms drove motorcycles through the dimly lit forest.

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

"Don't get in the way!"

A German officer took out a pistol and did not hesitate to kill the refugee who rushed up.

They don't want to be wasted by this group of inferior people, the spies who sneaked into Berlin are in front.

The holy general has ordered that before the opponent returns to the territory of the Allied Powers, this threat must be wiped out!

"Shoot! Shoot! Kill me this group of pigs!"

The German officer in the lead shouted loudly.

He saw more and more refugees gather, and directly issued orders to shoot the guys who dared to stop them on the spot.

Da da da--

The gunshots are loud!

The lives are like seedlings in the field, large areas being harvested by death's sickle.

Tightening the throttle, Stephanie rushed out of the jungle to hear the gunshots, her eyes were red, but she never looked back.

She ignored the bloody massacre that occurred later, and she carried the secrets of Berlin's "Aryan Superman" and related technologies.

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

"Thank God, it's finally here."

The Allied forces were in front. Stephanie saw steel tanks, sandbag shelters, and wary soldiers.

"Stop!"

After firing a warning shot in the sky, a British soldier held a Sten submachine gun and pointed it at Stephanie who was not going to slow down.

On the battlefield, there is no way to keep a hand because the opponent is a woman.

That way, it will only die very quickly.

"My name is Stephanie! An agent of MI6!"

Stephanie didn't care about explaining too much and declared herself directly. She believed that London would not do nothing.

This is the British position closest to Berlin. If MI6 is 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 Cavill! It's the Allied Superman who just arrived here—"

He did receive an order that if a woman who claimed to be "Stephanie" requested to respond, she must cooperate with her with full authority.

boom!

Before the soldier finished speaking, a ball of fiery energy blasted his body to pieces!

Flesh and flesh!

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

"Find cover! This is an enemy attack!"

Stephanie dodged the energy light group behind in a thrilling manner, and she rolled off the motorcycle and fell onto the hard ground.

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

When the body is out of balance, Stephanie curls up and protects her head to minimize the damage she receives.

"Tank class... Aryan Superman."

Stephanie, who was just rubbing and bleeding her elbows and knees, supported her hands and hid behind the bunker.

She leaned her head and saw that a burly German soldier was chasing after her.

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

"Hurry up and get into the tank! Only then can you kill him!"

Stephanie shouted.

She knew exactly how powerful the "tank class" Aryan Superman had.

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

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

The fort moved, and the main artillery was aimed at the German soldiers who strode.

boom!

The artillery did not hit the opponent.

His moving speed is so fast that he can't keep up with a heavy tank.

"monster……"

A British soldier with a Sten submachine gun bravely stood up to attract hatred.

A shuttle bullet hit the monster-like German soldier, sinking deeply into flesh and blood, but did not cause more deadly damage.

"British!"

The German soldier rushed forward and approached him.

Hold the opponent's shoulders with both hands and pull outwards!

Tear!

The human body is like a piece of fragile thin paper, which is directly torn apart!

Blood spurts!

"Give me that gun!"

Stephanie snatched a Springfield rifle from the scared soldier.

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

Bang!

The burly figure stained with blood stepped heavily on it, and with the help of the rebounding force, it suddenly jumped into the sky.

Then, it fell like a solid cannonball!

Only a sound of "boom" was heard when the German soldier jumped onto the tank.

Hugging the sturdy main gun with both hands, accompanied by a roar like a beast, he twisted the barrel into a twist!

"Is this... still a 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 German soldier like a murderer through the scope of the Springfield rifle.

She stared with bated breath, waiting for the chance of a hit.

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

The German soldier who exploded the tank and the soldiers inside with energy light beams out of his eyes seemed to have a reaction. He turned to look at Stephanie and said with a smile: "But I think it's easier to twist your head. "

Bang!

A 7.62 mm metal bullet is fired from the muzzle at high speed.

The German soldier opened his palms to protect his eyes.

"Do you think I will not guard against my weaknesses?"

The "tank class" Aryan Superman said contemptuously.

To deal with him, at least heavy weapons such as rocket launchers and howitzers must be used.

A rifle is not enough.

"Are you Stephanie?"

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

The tall figure, like a cloud cast, enveloped Stephanie.

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

"You are safe."

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

Stephanie nodded. She didn't know who the other party was, so she reminded: "The'tank-class' 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 floated behind.

"I'm looking for him!"