In the dark forest, a military motorcycle is speeding and the roar of the engine echoes, alarming the crows perched on the branches.

"Damn! The Germans are coming to catch up! ”

With her hands on the handlebars of her motorcycle, Stephanie resisted the urge to turn back, afraid to see the German soldiers in hot pursuit.

It was now very close to the Allied front, and a few kilometers further from the dense forest was a British stronghold.

It's safe to get there.

"Is 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 have been homeless and have nowhere to go in the war.

"I don't have anything to eat!"

Stephanie saw a ragged man blocking the way, and instead of slowing down, he tightened the throttle.

Now was not the time for compassion to overflow, and along the way, she had seen so many refugees who did not have enough to eat that she was a little numb.

Ending the war is the best way to save them!

Stephanie thought.

Boom!

The motorcycle crashed into the man, and the man's lean body slammed into the trunk of the tree.

"I'm sorry."

Stephanie gritted her teeth, saw the surging tide of refugees in front of her, and pulled out the MP40 submachine gun under her trench coat.

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

Da-da-da-da! Da-da-da-da!

The sound of piercing gunfire spread through the forest, and the bullets tore apart the leaves overhead.

Out of the instinct for survival, the fear of death, the small wave of refugees who gradually approached finally dispersed and made way for a passage.

"It's hell on earth!"

Stephanie couldn't hold back and looked back.

The refugees who had been dispersed walked towards the man who had been knocked away.

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

She didn't want to think about what would happen next, and it would be a nightmare that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

"There's a car coming!"

"They've got food!"

"Give me something to eat......"

“……”

The roaring sound of the engine came from this side of the dense forest.

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

They whizzed by, oblivious to the influx of refugees who had gathered in the air.

"Get out of the way!"

A German officer pulled out a pistol and did not hesitate to shoot the rushing refugees.

They didn't want to be wasted by these inferiors, and the spies who had infiltrated Berlin were ahead.

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

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

The German officer, who was at the head, shouted.

He saw more and more refugees gathering and gave the order directly to shoot the guy who dared to stop him on the spot.

Da Da Da –

Gunshots!

Lives are like seedlings in a field, and large slices are harvested by the sickle of death.

Stephanie, who tightened the gas pedal and rushed out of the dense forest, heard the gunshot, her eyes were red, but she never looked back.

She didn't care about the bloody massacre that happened later, and she had the secrets of Berlin's "Aryan Superman" on her body, as well as related technology.

If it doesn't reach the Allies in time, many more will die.

"Thank goodness it's finally here."

Ahead lay the Allied positions, and Stephanie saw steel tanks, sandbag bunkers, and vigilant soldiers.

"Stop!"

After firing warning shots into the sky, a British soldier pointed a Stern submachine gun at Stephanie, who had no intention of slowing down.

On the battlefield, just because the other party is a woman, you won't keep your hand.

In that case, you will only die quickly.

"My name is Stephanie! Agents of MI6! ”

Stephanie didn't bother to explain too much, and directly declared her identity, believing that London would not do nothing.

This is the closest British position to Berlin, and if MI6 is to send someone to pick it up, it will definitely be arranged in advance.

"Stephanie ......"

The soldier slowly put down the Stern submachine gun in his hand and said to his comrades next to him: "Go and inform Brigadier General Luke Cavill!" It's the Allied Superman who just arrived here—"

He did receive orders to cooperate with a woman who claimed to be "Stephanie" if she asked for it.

Rumble!

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

Flesh and blood erosion!

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

"Get cover! It's an enemy attack! ”

Stephanie dodged the energy light behind her, and the whole person rolled off the motorcycle and fell on the hard ground.

Luckily, she is not a weak female scientist, but a trained undercover agent.

When her body loses her balance, Stephanie curls up and protects her head to minimize her damage.

"Tank-class...... Aryan Superman. ”

Stephanie, who was just bleeding from the rubbing of her elbows and knees, propped up her hands and hid behind cover.

She poked her head out and saw a burly German soldier in pursuit.

Judging by the emblem on the armband of the other side, it is a "tank-class" Aryan Superman made in Berlin.

"Hurry up and get into the tank! That's how you can kill him! ”

Stephanie yelled.

She knew all too well how powerful the "tank-class" Aryan Superman was.

Bullets can't break through their skin, and even if they're wounded, they recover quickly.

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

The battery moved, and the main guns were aimed at the German soldiers who were striding in.

Rumble!

The artillery did not hit the opposing side.

He moves quite fast and is simply not at all able to keep up with a bulky tank.

"Monster ......"

A British soldier with a Stern submachine gun bravely stands up and attracts hatred.

A shuttle of bullets struck the monstrous German soldier, sinking deep into the flesh, but not causing more lethal damage.

"British!"

The German soldiers rushed forward and approached in front of them.

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

Tear and pull!

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

Blood spurts!

"Give me that gun!"

Stephanie snatched a Springfield rifle from the stupefied soldier.

She knew where the weakness of the "tank-class" Aryan Superman was.

Boom!

The blood-stained burly figure stepped on it heavily, and with the help of the force of the rebound, it jumped into the air.

And then, like a solid cannonball, it fell down!

Only a "bang" was heard, and the German soldier jumped onto the tank.

Holding the stout main cannon with both hands, accompanied by a beast-like roar, the barrel was twisted into a twist!

"This ...... Is it still human? ”

The British soldiers were suddenly demoralized.

"Yes. He is still human and can also be killed. ”

Stephanie lay on the bunker and stared 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 told me to bring you back, or kill you on the spot. ”

The German soldiers, whose eyes emitted energy light clusters, and the German soldiers who exploded the tank and the soldiers inside seemed to sense something, turned to look at Stephanie, and said with a smile: "But I think it's easier to twist your head." ”

Boom!

7.62 mm metal bullets were fired at high velocity from the muzzle.

The German soldier opened his palms to protect his eyes.

"Do you think I'm going to be unguarded against my weaknesses?"

This "tank-level," Aryan Superman said contemptuously.

If you want to deal with him, at least you have to use heavy weapons such as bazookas and howitzers.

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 calm voice came from behind.

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

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

"You're safe."

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

Stephanie nodded, she didn't know who the other party was, so she reminded: "The 'tank-level' Aryan Superman made in Berlin is a meat grinder on the battlefield. He's not something ordinary people can fight against! ”

"Aryan Superman ......"

The tall man stepped out of the bunker, and the voice with a relaxed smile floated to the back.

"He's what I'm looking for!"