Marvel’s Superman

In the dark jungle, a military motorcycle was galloping, and the roar of the engine reverberated, alarming the crows perched on the branches.

"Damn it! The Germans are catching up!"

Stephanie, with both hands on the steering handle of the motorcycle, resisted the urge to turn back, she was afraid of seeing the German soldiers chasing after her.

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

It's safe to get there.

"Anything to eat?"

"You must have food, right!"

"Give me something to eat..."

"..."

In the jungle, there are a large number of refugees.

They were all poor people who were homeless and had nowhere to go during the war.

"I have nothing to eat!"

Stephanie saw a ragged man blocking her way, instead of slowing down, she tightened the accelerator.

Now is not the time for sympathy. Along the way, she has seen so many refugees who have not enough to eat, so that they are all numb.

Ending the war is the best way to save them!

Stephanie thought so.

Bang!

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

"sorry."

Stephanie gritted her teeth and saw the surge 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 screeching sound of gunfire echoed through the jungle, and the bullets fired shredded the leaves overhead.

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

"It's hell on earth!"

Stephanie still couldn't hold back and looked back.

The displaced refugees actually walked towards the man who was knocked out.

Hunger makes them lose their senses 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 definitely have food!"

"Give me something to eat..."

"..."

The roaring and mixed engine sound came from the jungle.

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

They whizzed by, turning a blind eye to the crowds of refugees.

"Get out of the way!"

A German officer pulled out a pistol and shot and killed the rushing refugees without hesitation.

They didn't want to be wasted by this gang of inferiors, and the spies who infiltrated Berlin were just ahead.

The Holy General has instructed that this threat must be eliminated before the other party returns to the territory of the Allied Powers!

"Shoot! Shoot! Kill these pigs for me!"

The leading German officer shouted.

He saw more and more refugees gather, and he directly issued an order to shoot the guy who dared to stop him on the spot.

Da da da--

The gunshots are loud!

The lives are like the seedlings in the field, and the large tracts are harvested by the sickle of the god of death.

Stephanie tightened the accelerator and rushed out of the jungle when she 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 secrets of Berlin's "Aryan Superman" and related technologies.

If it is not delivered to the Allies in time, many more people will die.

"Thank goodness, it's finally here."

Ahead of the Allied position, Stephanie saw steel tanks, sandbags, and vigilant soldiers.

"Stop!"

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

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

That way, it will only die quickly.

"My name is Stephanie! MI6 agent!"

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

This is the closest British army position to Berlin. If MI6 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 his comrade-in-arms: "Go and inform Brigadier General Luke Cavill! It's the Allied Superman who just arrived here—"

He did receive an order, and if a woman calling herself "Stephanie" asked to answer, she must cooperate fully.

boom!

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

Flesh erosion!

Like a pool of sticky red mud, spilled on the bunker!

"Look for cover! This is an enemy attack!"

Stephanie narrowly avoided the energy light behind her, 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 her injuries.

"Tank class... Aryan Superman."

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

She looked out and saw a burly German soldier chasing after him.

Judging from the logo on the other side's armband, it was a "tank-level" Aryan Superman made in Berlin.

"Hurry up and get into the tank! This will kill him!"

Stephanie yelled.

She knows all too well how powerful the "tank-level" Aryan Superman is.

Bullets can't break their skin, and they recover quickly from injuries.

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

He's moving fairly fast, and it's simply not something a bulky tank can keep up with.

"monster……"

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

A volley of bullets slammed into the monster-like German soldier, sinking deep into the flesh without causing more lethal damage.

"British!"

The German soldiers rushed forward and approached.

Hold each other's shoulders with both hands and pull outwards!

Tear!

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

Blood spurts!

"Give me that gun!"

Stephanie snatched a Springfield rifle from the frightened soldier.

She knew where the "tank-level" Aryan Superman's weakness was.

Bang!

The burly figure stained with blood stepped down heavily, and with the help of the force of the rebound, jumped into the sky suddenly.

Then, it falls like a solid cannonball!

With only a thud, the German soldier jumped onto the tank.

Holding the sturdy main gun with both hands, with the roar of a beast, he twisted the barrel of the gun into a twist!

"Is this... a person?"

The British soldiers suddenly lost their fighting spirit.

"Yes. He's still human and can be killed."

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

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

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

The German soldiers who blasted the tank and the soldiers inside seemed to have sensed it, turning 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.

The German soldier opened his palm and covered his eyes.

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

The "tank-level" Aryan Superman said contemptuously.

To deal with him, at least heavy weapons such as bazookas and howitzers are needed.

A single rifle is not enough.

"Are you Stephanie?"

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

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

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

"You're safe."

The tall man smiled, and then asked, "That's the Axis Superman?"

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 that 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.

"I'm looking for him!"

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