"Quick! cover! It's an enemy attack!"

  Stephanie narrowly avoided the energy blast from behind and rolled off the motorcycle, landing on the hard ground. ??

  Fortunately, she isn't a weak female scientist but a well-trained undercover agent.

  When her body lost its balance, Stephanie curled up to protect her head and minimize the damage she suffered.

  "Tank Class … Aryan Superman. "

  Stephanie, bleeding from scraping her elbows and knees, put her hands together and hid behind the bunker.

  She looked out and saw a burly German soldier coming after her.

  From the logo on the opponent's armband, it appears to be a Berlin-made 'tank class' Aryan Superman.

  "Hurry up into the Tank! It's the only way to kill him!"

  Stephanie shouted.

  She knew very well how powerful the 'tank-class' Aryan Superman was.

  Bullets couldn't break their skin, and they could recover quickly even if they were injured.

  The tank, parked in the center of the perimeter, slowly startsedup, track rolling, and moving forward.

  The cannon moved, and the main gun was aimed at the German soldier striding forward.

  Boom!

  The artillery missed the opponent.

  He moved so fast that the heavy tanks couldn't keep up at all.

  "Monster …"

  A British soldier with the submachine gun bravely stood up and attracted its attention.

  A single bullet hit the monster German soldier, sinking deep into flesh and blood without inflicting any lethal damage.

  "Englishman!"

  The German soldier charged forward and closed in on him.

  Each of his hands grabbed one side of the man's shoulder and pulled outward!

  Rip!

  The human body was like fragile tissue paper. It was directly torn apart!

  Blood splattered!

  "Give me that gun!"

  Stephanie snatched a Springfield rifle from the hands of a stunned soldier.

  She knew the weaknesses of a tank-class Aryan Superman.

  Boom!

  The sturdy blood-stained figure stomped down heavily and jumped high into the air with the help of the rebound from his step.

  Then, like a solid shell!

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

  With both hands holding the thick cannon, along with a beast-like snarl, he twisted the barrel into a mangled mess!

  "Is this … still human?"

  The British soldiers were instantly discouraged from fighting.

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

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

  She gazed with bated breath, waiting for the chance to shoot.

  "Freya —— is that your name? General Sollmann asked me to take you back or kill you on the spot. "

  The German soldier who emitted energy blasts from his eyes blew up the tank, and the soldiers inside seemed to have some sense and turned to look at Stephanie, laughing: "But I think it's easier to twist your head off. "

  Boom!

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

  The German soldier opened his palms and covered his eyes.

  "Do you think I wouldn't guard against my weaknesses?"

  The 'tank class' Aryan Superman said contemptuously.

  Want to deal with him? At least use rocket launchers, howitzers, and other heavy weapons.

  One rifle alone is not enough.

  "You're Stephanie?"

  When the female agent was on the verge of despair, a steady voice came from behind.

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

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

  "You're safe now. "

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

  Stephanie nodded. She didn't know who the other party was, so she recalled, "The 'tank class' Aryan Superman made in Berlin is a meat grinder on the battlefield. He is not something ordinary people could fight against!"

  "Aryan Superman …"

  The tall man stepped out of the bunker, his voice drifting to the back with a light-hearted laugh.

  "You're the Superman of the Allies?"

  The German soldier, who General Sankt had transformed, looked leeringly at the tall man coming out of the bunker. His tone was somewhat contemptuous.

  He thought that the Allies' legendary hero and conquered Italy and Rome alone should be Hercules.

  Two meters tall, muscular, like the descendants of the Titans, particularly shocking looking.

  But the Allied Superman that appeared in front of him was only taller than ordinary people, stronger than some, without the slightest exaggeration.

  Luke, who was 6.2 feet (191cm) tall, seemed nothing in front of the German soldier who was as big as a little giant.

  The muscles were even worse —— the robust and influential body of the Allied Superman is still somewhat 'thin' in the face of a big man who seemed to have taken steroids.

  Only from the appearance, this fierce German soldier is as big as an unparalleled soldier with a height of 8 feet and a waist circumference that could beat ancient generals.

  His rock-hard muscle was almost bursting the uniform open.

  Quite a bit of toughness like an evil Kinnikuman!

  "You look like a boy scout. "

  The German soldier glanced at the young Brigadier General and laughed at him, "A creature like you should be very popular and well developed if thrown into the British barracks …"

  The humiliating sarcasm didn't irritate Luke. He turned to Stephanie and asked, "You said he was a tank-class. Does that mean a more powerful Aryan Superman?"

  "Yes. The three that defeated the Soviet army were the 'battleship class' Aryan Superman. They're even more terrible!"

  Stephanie nodded and replied.

  There was a slight worry in her eyes.

  Muscle is power, and physique determines everything!

  This is a fact recognized by many people!

  Therefore, even if Luke showed a formidable strength, not inferior to that of the German Superman.

  Stephanie still had doubts. She saw with her own eyes how strong those 'battleship class' Aryan Supermen were.

  Tanks, bombers, thousands of soldiers …


  They were no match!

  Luke, the Allied Superman —— She didn't know if he could do it.

  Mindful of this, Stephanie clenched the Springfield rifle and prepared to support the young Brigadier General if the situation got worse.

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