Superman of the American Comics

"Brigadier general Carville said that the red skull had been defeated and the plane was returning."

Hydra headquarters control tower, "rustle" current sound came out of the microphone.

Carter listened patiently to the intermittent vague words, with a smile on his cold face.

The tight body also relaxed.

It was a risky move for a man to catch up with the red skeleton and stop the varkiri plan of the hydra.

At least, we should wait for Rogers.

"We won, Brigadier General Carville saved half the world!"

Carter leaned over and told the anxiously waiting Colonel Phillips the news of victory.

A burst of warm cheers broke out in the control tower. American captain Rogers and members of the roaring commando held together tightly!

Defeat Hydra in one fell swoop and prevent half the world from turning into ruins

This means that the war has ended ahead of schedule, and the axis countries have no room to resist!

"Maybe we'll change our name later - Major General Luke Carville."

Colonel Phillips smiled happily.

Who would have thought that the strategic science Corps could dig up two super soldiers in the Caspian training camp.

Moreover, one of them will become a great hero to change the direction of the world and end the axis!

The wonder of fate is really hard to guess.

"Major general, hero, Superman..."

Carter whispered out the titles that belonged to Luke and couldn't help but be stunned.

What kind of person is he?

Forty minutes later, the huge new plane landed slowly and taxied on the open apron.

"Congratulations, Brigadier General! This is another miraculous victory!"

Colonel Phillips took the lead and congratulated.

Hydra has always been a major problem for the allies.

Their spies are pervasive and infiltrate the top.

The assassination carried out by agents has repeatedly threatened the life and safety of important military personnel.

In particular, the secret weapons held by the red skeleton, those amazing energy weapons, almost made the Allies lose the war.

Now the axis powers have lost their only support, and the head of state in Berlin has lost his last powerful arm and has no chance to breathe.

"The good days of the axis are over."

Colonel Phillips said.

Luke nodded gently and smiled, "it's a pity that he didn't catch the red skeleton alive. The desperate madman finally chose to jump off the plane."

"However, fortunately, Dr. anim Zola, who is deeply involved in various experimental projects of Hydra, should be able to help the strategic science Corps. Right, Dr. Zola?"

Zola nodded silently, showing a repentant expression.

The hydra's chief scientist has repeatedly shown Luke his determination to abandon the dark and change his mind.

This positive attitude makes the latter very satisfied.

After all, where talents go, they are scarce resources.

It's too wasteful to be in prison or sentenced to death.

It's a better choice to stay and play a role.

"Well done, Luke!"

Rogers rushed over with a shield and an excited look on his face.

He had been looking forward to the end of the war so that he could find time to find baki's whereabouts.

"You did a good job, Captain America - I heard you knocked down several teams of Hydra soldiers! I thought I might call you Colonel Rogers soon? The honor of the president is waiting for you!"

Luke smiled back at the influx of acquaintances.

Compared with everyone's excitement, he acted very indifferent.

"Congratulations, Brigadier General Carville..."

Carter also came over. She was standing in the rear, but she was pushed forward by the cheering Allied soldiers.

"Is there any reward?"

Luke carries a box with a cosmic cube. This is his booty.

"When the war is over, we can go to the army club to dance."

Carter's cheeks flushed slightly when he felt the aggressive sight.

She remembered her crazy behavior that night after the dance.

What a shame.

Thought the female agent.

"Maybe it's a good proposal."

Luke nodded in agreement.

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Berlin, the bunker of the prime minister's office.

The head of state sitting in the lounge sat in his chair. As early as 20 minutes ago, he received the report of the great defeat of the axis army.

However, the worse news is not this.

Forty minutes ago, he also learned that the Hydra led by the red skeleton was defeated by the Allied Superman.

The energy weapons that could have helped the axis countries turn the tide of war have been lost since then,

This means "and! The Allied forces were defeated! Just now, the third empire won a great victory!"

The sudden good news almost made the head of state stare out.

The varta pistol aimed at the temple was quickly thrown away by him.

Those dim eyes rekindled the flame of ambition.

"Say it again! We defeated those Soviets? How did we do it!"

The Fuehrer asked with a frown.

Those hairy boys growing up in the ice and snow are approaching the wall of Berlin. Can they turn over?

"We also have 'Superman'! The 'Aryan Superman' belonging to the third empire!"

The soldier seemed to fall into some kind of fanaticism. He said excitedly, "someone succeeded! The saint general completed the plan and created the perfect 'Aryan Superman'! His name is Marcus Jung!"

"He's like a tank - no, it should be said to be a bomber! No one can stop him, not even the Soviets!"

When the Fuehrer heard the speech, he couldn't help standing up and holding his hands on the table.

Although he is not tall, he exudes a sense of dignity.

"Good! Let the saint general come to see me as soon as possible! And... I want to see with my own eyes whether the Aryan superman of the third empire meets the perfect image in my mind."

Confirming the news that the Soviets returned from the defeat, the head of state swept away his decadence and revived his power.

"It's just... It's a pity, EVA."

Glancing at the dead lover, the Fuehrer felt sad and squeezed out a few tears symbolically.

For careerists, power is a wine that gets drunk as soon as you drink, and beauty is just a cherry dotted on the cake.

Without the former, life is meaningless.

If only the latter, the same is true.

"Holy general... He is a hero of the third empire."

The Fuehrer danced like a curly baboon with a banana.

The "Aryan Superman" plan mentioned by soldiers, also known as the "source of life", was originally just a personal experiment.

Mainly let the so-called SS elite have relations with those blonde young women, so as to achieve the purpose of creating "excellent race".

Later, with the official establishment of Hydra.

The plan has changed.

The goal is to create super soldiers to help the third empire conquer the world.

Presided over by the saint general, one of the confidants of the Fuehrer.

With the continuous failure of the experiment, the Fuehrer has long lost confidence in Aryan Superman.

Unexpectedly, the plan succeeded at the last moment when the third empire was facing the collapse!

"Allied Superman..."

The Fuehrer looked hard at the newspaper on the table. The most prominent headline was the picture of Luke standing up in his brigadier general's uniform.

"The third empire will rule the world! The allies should tremble!"