American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 50 The Pirate King of the Seven Seas

The 107th Regiment charged into Bettel, where Allied and Nazi forces engaged in street fighting and hand-to-hand combat.

Relying on their superior weaponry and numbers, the Allied forces quickly gained control of a large area of ​​the city.

Moreover, Steve's combat abilities were brought to their fullest potential.

One man leads the way, and ten thousand cannot break through.

Lead the team to destroy various firing points.

Allen remained on Nanawi's head, his hands covering Nanawi's nostrils to prevent him from inhaling the smell of blood again and going berserk.

"Nanaway, keep up with Steve."

Watching Steve display his heroic figure, Allen looked very pleased, as if he had the look of a loving father who was optimistic about his eldest son's future.

The process of eliminating the Nazi army went surprisingly smoothly.

Faced with defeat, ordinary soldiers wisely chose to surrender.

According to international conventions, surrendered soldiers should only be gathered together and kept under guard, and should not be killed at will.

Of course, it's impossible to verify whether they were mistreated. After all, with so many people, there were bound to be some troublemakers who needed to be taught a lesson.

"Captain, we've discovered a heavily guarded location in the south of the city that we can't capture easily."

A messenger approached Steve.

"Please lead the way immediately."

Steve readily agreed.

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

The enemy soldiers guarding the castle wore metal armor and wielded weapons that resembled the beam cannons on the city walls, only miniaturized and made into rifles. The laser beams they fired were extremely penetrating, able to pierce through even those hiding behind the thick walls, making the Allied soldiers hesitant to attack.

puff!

A laser beam pierced through the wall, grazed Nanawi's arm, and left a glaring burn mark.

Allen blinked and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"pain."

Nanawi gave a blank reply.

Skin that could withstand bullets couldn't withstand lasers, immediately alerting Steve to the danger. He shouted, "Everyone, get back somewhere!"

Steve's physical abilities are strong, but his defense is far inferior to Nana's, so he naturally dared not show off his power anymore.

"Nanawi, cover your nose."

Pop! Pop!

Allen pulled out his finger and secretly observed the enemy's situation. He discovered a fatal weakness in the enemy and said disdainfully, "What era are we living in? People still use wired connections."

The weapons of this group of Nazi soldiers all had a power transmission line similar to an electrical cable.

In short, cutting off the energy supply renders the weapons obsolete.

"Shit, time to activate Berserker Blood Burn mode again."

Turning around, Allen saw that Nanawi's eyes were gradually becoming bloodshot.

Nanawi tried very hard to plug his nose, but his little arms couldn't reach it.

"Don't be afraid, it's just physical isolation."

Allen took off his shoes, crumpled his socks into a ball, and stuffed them up Nanawei's nostrils. The bloodshot in his eyes was rapidly fading.

"Wait for my signal."

After saying that, Allen set off to sneak into the castle.

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

Looking around blankly, Nanawei started to panic when he couldn't find Allen.

"Nanawi, bow your head."

Steve disgustedly stuffed the sock that had been sticking out back into Nanawi's nostril.

At this moment, Allen walked openly and legitimately into the castle.

Why be sneaky when you're already invisible? Nobody can see you anyway.

Inside the castle, power cables were neatly arranged, extending all the way to the soldiers' weapons outside.

Following the route, Allen successfully located the energy device.

A three-meter-tall cylinder was emitting an icy blue light.

Researchers belonging to Pioneer Technology kept moving research materials, preparing to evacuate Betel City as the tide turned against them.

"Cologne, forget about the test subject. That guy is getting weaker and weaker. It's not worth the effort to study him."

"Mot, there must be a way to restore his strength. He is the only test subject that allows us to develop a super serum that can crush the enemy."

The two supervisors were arguing fiercely.

It should be about deciding whether or not to keep an experimental subject.

Allen glanced at Cologne, then at Mote.

Snapped!

He retaliated with a powerful backhand slap to the person who was speaking loudly.

Mott felt a burning, numb sensation on his face.

The two of them looked at Allen, who had appeared out of nowhere, without prior arrangement.

Hey bro, who are you?

What business is it of yours if we're arguing?

When injustice is seen, one must fight back; to uphold justice, one must act as judge.

Upholding justice fills Allen with a strong sense of mission.

Of course, he didn't forget to get down to business, and drew the watermelon knife from his waist.

Since Steve doesn't care about the "Three Thousand Deadly Sins," Allen has no choice but to equip himself with it.

"Gold rush! Gold rush! Gold rush..."

He picked up the watermelon knife and began hacking at the device.

Sparks exploded.

"Stop him! This madman is going to destroy the energy storage facility."

Cologne shouted orders for the researchers to help.

Considering the safety of the laboratory, weapons are not allowed to be brought in, and there is a risk of accidental discharge leading to an explosion, so they grabbed whatever they could find to fight back.

Despite having a numerical advantage, they couldn't subdue a madman.

In an instant, they surrounded them.

"Causes blindness."

Allen used a physical magic spell to scatter the sand from the bottle.

"My eyes, my eyes."

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

"Damn it, my eyes are burning! Get me some water right now!"

……

A group of researchers covered their eyes and wailed in pain, snot and tears streaming down their faces.

"The sand was stir-fried with chili powder, doesn't it taste amazing?"

Allen continued swinging the knife-wielding device, muttering to himself, "Goblin! Goblin! Goblin..."

"Stop it, you're crazy."

Mote grabbed a wrench and stepped forward.

Bang!

A beer bottle smashed his head, causing it to bleed profusely.

Three thousand beer bottles that will kill you.

Allen glanced at Cologne, who was about to help, and flicked his coat to reveal the remaining beer bottles tucked into his belt. He asked, "One bottle to keep you alert, two bottles to keep you from getting tired, three bottles to keep you young forever, oh yeah."

Bang!

Another beer bottle smashed into Mot's head, and blood spurted out in a small stream with a sizzling sound.

"Why did you hit me again?"

Mote gasped in pain, clutching the wound on his head to stop the blood from gushing out.

"Dr. Allen recommends that you complete a full course of treatment."

"Don't hit me, hit him instead!"

Bang!

The third beer bottle smashed over his head, and Mott's eyes rolled back as he lay stiffly on the ground.

"Are you crazy?"

Upon seeing that his colleague's fate was unknown, Cologne decisively turned and fled for his life.

Snapped!

"Ah... hiss..."

The next second, Cologne straightened his back and grinned, mimicking the wriggling of maggots.

The Whip of Ultimate Bliss that will take your life.

"Gold rush! Gold rush! Gold rush..."

With a deafening roar, blue energy shot straight up the roof, blasting a large hole in it.

The tenth strike is released after nine strikes have been used to store energy.

Allen didn't know which part was destroyed, causing the energy to explode upwards in chaos; he only knew that he had ruined the machine.

As a result, weapons that require energy become useless, and the allied forces outside the castle immediately launched an attack.

Unarmed Nazi soldiers had no choice but to surrender with their hands raised.

The swift capture of the castle and the discovery of its vast collection of high-tech equipment immediately drew the attention of the officers. Moreover, the capture of numerous researchers might even lead to their recruitment by America, making it an unexpected bonus.

"Sir, he is the man we found in the basement."

Two soldiers carried a young man who had fallen into a coma to report.

Upon seeing this person's appearance, Allen immediately exclaimed, "He is the Pirate King of the Seven Seas."

(End of this chapter)