American comics: This guy is crazy

The 107th Regiment charged into Bettel City, and the Allies and the Nazis engaged in street fighting and hand-to-hand combat.

Relying on their weapons and numerical superiority, the Allied forces quickly controlled large areas of the city.

Moreover, Steve's combat ability was fully utilized.

One person takes the lead, and no one can stop.

Lead the team to destroy various firepower points.

Allen was still lying on Nanawi's head, blocking his nostrils with his hands to prevent him from inhaling the smell of blood again and going crazy.

Nanawi, follow Steve.

Seeing Steve showing off his majestic figure, Allen looked very pleased, as if he had a fatherly look that was optimistic about his eldest son's future.

The process of eliminating the Nazi army was surprisingly smooth.

When faced with defeat, ordinary soldiers chose to surrender with good sense.

According to international conventions, the surrendered soldiers are only gathered together for supervision and cannot be killed at will.

Of course, there is no way to verify whether they were abused or not. After all, there are so many people, and there will always be a thorn in the side that some people have to suffer.

Captain, we found a heavily guarded location in the south of the city that cannot be successfully captured.

Steve was approached by a correspondent.

Please lead the way immediately.

Steve obliged without hesitation.

When we arrived at the location, we found a castle-like building.

The enemy soldiers guarding the castle were wearing metal armor, and the weapons they held were like beam cannons on the city wall, but they were miniaturized and made into the shape of rifles. The laser beams they fired were extremely penetrating, and they hid behind the thick walls. Still, one shot penetrated the enemy, making the Allied soldiers dare not attack rashly.

puff!

A laser penetrated the wall and grazed Nanawi's arm, leaving a burning gash.

Allen blinked and asked, Does it hurt?

pain.

Nanawi replied dully.

The skin that could withstand bullets could not withstand lasers. Steve immediately realized the danger and shouted: Everyone, stay away.

Steve was physically strong, but defensively he was weaker than Nanawi, so naturally he didn't dare to show off his power.

Nanawi, cover your nose.

Bo! Bo!

Allen pulled out his finger and secretly watched the enemy's situation. He discovered a fatal weakness of the enemy and said disdainfully: In what age, there are still people using wired biubiu.

The weapons of this group of Nazi soldiers all have an energy transmission line similar to a cable.

In short, if the energy supply is cut off, the weapon will naturally become useless.

Shet, let's turn on the berserker blood-burning mode again.

Turning back, Allen saw Nanawi's eyes gradually becoming bloodshot.

Nanawi tried very hard to block his nose, but the problem was that his short hands couldn't reach it.

Don't be afraid, physical isolation.

Allen took off his shoes, crumpled his socks into a ball, and stuffed them into Nanawi's nostrils. The bloodshot eyes were quickly fading away.

Wait for my signal.

With that, Allen set off to sneak into the castle.

Steve tried to stop him, but he disappeared around the corner.

With a confused look on his face, Nanawi looked around and was a little panicked when he couldn't find Allen.

Nanawi, lower your head.

Steve put the leaked sock back into Nanaway's nostrils in disgust.

At this moment, Allen walked into the castle openly.

If you turn on the invisibility, why bother to be sneaky? People can't see you.

In the castle, energy cables are arranged neatly, extending to the weapons of the soldiers outside.

Searching along the line, Allen successfully found the energy device.

A three-meter-tall cylinder was emitting ice-blue light.

The scientific researchers affiliated with Pioneer Technology are constantly moving research materials, and the situation is almost ready to evacuate Bettel City.

Cologne, don't worry about the experimental subject. That guy is getting weaker and weaker. It's not worth the effort to study it.

Mort, there must be a way to restore his strength. This is the only experimental subject that allows us to develop a crushing super serum.

The two supervisors got into a heated argument.

It should be a matter of deciding whether to keep an experimental subject.

Allen looked at Cologne and then at Morte.

Snapped!

Give the person who speaks loudly a big punch with your backhand.

Morton felt his face go numb.

The two of them looked at Allen who appeared out of thin air.

Brother, who are you?

What does it have to do with you if we argue?

When there is injustice on the road, we are forced to fight, and this is the judge who delivers justice.

Delivering justice filled Allen's heart with a sense of mission.

Of course, he didn't forget to get down to business and took out the watermelon knife tied to his waist.

Since Steve doesn't like taking three thousand lives from you, Allen can only equip himself.

Violent chicken! Violent chicken! Violent chicken...

Lift the watermelon knife and slash at the device.

Sparks exploded.

Stop him, this madman is going to destroy the energy storage device.

Colon shouted and ordered the researchers to help.

Considering the safety of the laboratory, weapons are not allowed to be brought in. I am worried that an accidental fire may cause an explosion, so I look for things to meet the enemy.

The crowd felt that they had the advantage of numbers, but they couldn't subdue a madman.

For a time, they were surrounded one after another.

Blinding.

Allen used a move of physical magic to scatter the sand out of the bottle.

My eyes, my eyes.

My eyes hurt so much, I can't see anymore.

Damn, it hurts your eyes. Get some water quickly.

…

A group of scientific researchers covered their eyes and howled in pain, with snot and tears flowing uncontrollably.

The sand has been stir-fried with chili powder, doesn't it taste great?

Allen continued to swing the knife device and muttered: Bad chicken! Violent chicken! Violent chicken...

Stop it, you're a psycho.

Morte picked up a wrench and stepped forward.

Bang!

A beer bottle hit him on the head.

I'll give you three thousand beer bottles for your life.

Allen glanced at Cologne, who was about to help. He lifted his coat, revealing the remaining beer bottles stuck in the belt around his waist, and asked: One bottle will refresh you, two bottles will never fatigue you, three bottles will make you immortal, oh yeah.

Bang!

Another beer bottle hit Mott's head, and a small column of blood burst out with a sizzle.

Why hit me again?

Morte gasped in pain and held the wound on his head with both hands to stop the blood from flowing.

Dr. Allen recommends that you take a full course of treatment.

Don't hit me, hit him.

Bang!

The third beer bottle hit his head, and Mott rolled his eyes and lay down straight.

You're so nervous.

When he saw that his colleagues were in danger of death, Cologne decisively turned around and ran for his life.

Snapped!

Ah..., hiss...

The next second, Colon straightened his back, bared his teeth and imitated the wriggling of maggots.

I want you to be blessed with three thousand whips of bliss.

Violent chicken! Violent chicken! Violent chicken...

With a roar, the blue energy rushed straight to the roof, blasting a big hole.

The tenth sword releases the energy stored in the first nine swords.

Allen didn't know what part he had chopped off, which caused the energy to explode upwards. All he knew was that the machine was scrapped.

As a result, weapons that require energy are like scrap metal, and the Allied forces outside the castle immediately launch an attack.

The Nazi soldiers, who had no weapons in their hands, could only surrender with their hands raised.

With the rapid occupation of the castle, many high-tech equipment were discovered, which immediately attracted the attention of the officers. Moreover, capturing many scientific researchers might be able to persuade them to join America, which was an unexpected gain.

Sir, he is the person we found in the basement.

Two soldiers came to report with a young man in a coma.

As soon as Allen saw this person's appearance, he immediately blurted out: He is the Pirate King of the Seven Seas.