The German soldiers standing on the walls of the concentration camp saw two bright pillars of light shining from the wilderness in the distance, and they immediately became alert. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The vehicle that suddenly appeared now was definitely not someone from their side, so they all aimed their guns in their hands in the direction where the pillar of light came.

But although they were alert, it was too late, and Bruce was driving the batbike under him, and the speed was almost flying, and even the tires of the motorcycle rubbed against the gravel on the ground, giving off a pungent smell of rubber.

The stones flew out like shotguns that were firing in all directions. And Bruce's speed is also beyond all means of transportation in this era, even airplanes may not be able to catch up with this rampaging motorcycle.

So the German soldier just picked up the gun in his hand, and then just when he took aim, the figure like a violent wind had already rushed directly to the front.

As soon as the front of the bike pulled, Bruce rode on the batbike and flew straight up, and the inertia brought by the speed caused him to directly strain the muscles of both arms, so he pulled the front of the motorcycle up.

But just such a small angle directly caused Bruce and the entire motorcycle to leap directly into the sky, leaping over the two-foot high concentration camp gate.

The high-voltage power grid on the gate was directly penetrated by the motorcycle, shining with dazzling sparks and making a crackling sound.

With the sparks flying on the power grid, the concentration camp suddenly remembered a burst of shrill sirens, and suddenly the concentration camp soldiers who had already rested, as well as the Nazi prisoners who were imprisoned here, were all awakened!

"What's wrong?" Awakened from his slumber, the veteran Nazi rushed out with a repeating semi-automatic rifle in his hand.

"There is an enemy attack!" The communications officer quickly informed him of what had happened at the gate.

"How many enemies are there? Already rushing in? "This tall and stout white man, with a poke mustache, deliberately imitates the current supreme leader of Germany, Adolf? Hitler.

"Well, there's only one person!"

"Rubbish!" Grabbed his rifle, pinned a pistol to his waist, and rushed straight towards the gate! Since there is only one person, then let him have no return!

But by this time, Bruce had already begun a bloody feast. The Batmobile is not just a means of transportation, otherwise Bruce himself is fast enough, and it is much lighter and faster.

The reason for riding this car is that this is a small arsenal, or a mobile battery! There are some forbidden weapons loaded on the batmobile.

For example, at this time, a crack was directly opened in the front of the batmotorcycle, and the bat's wings as fenders cracked from it, revealing the muzzle of the black hole below.

The three heavy machine guns on each side are not Gatling's rotating super machine guns, but just ordinary machine guns that use drums. At this moment, tongues of fire were launched!

The deafening sound of gunfire continued to be remembered at the gate of the concentration camp, and six tongues of fire spewed out countless bullets, covering the area of 180 degrees in front of the front of the car in an instant.

Bullets rained down without any gaps! With a rate of fire of 3,000 rounds per minute, everything in front of it was destined to be torn to pieces by a metal storm of bullets.

By the time he stormed in, Bruce had all the movements of the camp, and at this time his car was facing the same dormitory where the German Nazis lived.

This is the time when countless Nazi soldiers rush out of the dormitory, and they are greeted by the web of death woven by Bruce! The bullet pierced through the flesh, bringing out bewitching blood flowers.

The flowers formed by the withering of life are indeed extremely gorgeous, which Bruce was not moved in the slightest, and his face under the mask was like a layer of eternal ice. Only the flickering madness in his eyes made him even more manic.

Tongues of fire engulfed the entire dormitory, and the concrete dormitory exploded with bullet holes under the bombardment of bullets, which joined together and shaved off an entire layer of walls.

The roar of the machine gun, accompanied by a terrible wail, lasted for a full two minutes, and all the bullets in the Bruce motorcycle were emptied, and the machine gun stopped!

However, Bruce activated another mechanism, and immediately at the bumper angle of the batmotor, the bullet flew out of the bumper corner, directly piercing the two Nazi soldiers who emerged from the end of the gunshot.

"Since you don't take other people's lives seriously, then your lives are worthless!" Bruce lowered his voice, and after putting on this mask, he was used to lowering his voice, so that it seemed deeper, that is, forced!

At first, it was really to be handsome, but then it became a habit.

"Who are you, Allied people?" At this time, the Nazi commander came here, and while talking, he opened the safety and was ready to shoot at any time.

"Who am I? The one who wants your life! Bruce didn't care about being pointed at countless guns, and after answering, he directly pressed the red button on the front of the motorcycle.

Suddenly, two grenades with long tail flames flew out directly from the location of the collision angle just now, and blasted towards the dormitory in front.

"Lie down!" The Germans lay on their backs, but Bruce flew straight down from the locomotive and rushed towards the Nazi soldiers in front.

He wore a pair of gloves on his hands, except that there was a specific opening at the tip of the finger of the glove, and ten long nails came straight out of it.

The nails have a snow-white color, like a handicraft carved from ivory. But in the next instant, it became the claw of the Grim Reaper.

Bruce had no sympathy for the Nazi soldiers, and before he entered the camp, the horrors inside the deep pit outside had turned him to stone.

Because there were countless corpses in that deep pit, and he didn't know how many lives died in it, he seemed to see those dead souls wailing, no wonder the weather here was always gloomy!

So he directly grabbed the neck of a German soldier, and then suddenly squeezed his five fingers hard, directly crushing the soldier's throat. Then, with a flick, the broken throat bone in his palm flew towards another Nazi soldier in front of him like bullets.

The shattered larynx bone pierced the soldier's chest and killed him.