"At least the Prime Minister is going with us to the grave!"
Sniper Jimmy turned to look at Mussolini in the dungeon and smiled. ??
A large caliber bullet was shot from the muzzle of his gun. The penetrating force that could have lifted the enemy's skull hit the burly man with steel-like muscles, instantly making a big hole!
But despairingly, the outer metal filled the puncture wound like melted liquid.
In just a few breaths, the sturdy body with a silvery luster was restored.
"I thought the Captain was enough of a monster, and I didn't think … this world was this crazy!"
Manelli smiled bitterly.
He was like the Germans who saw tanks for the first time in the Battle of Somme in World War I. Faced with such a steel monster, human beings had no chance of victory, and it was even more challenging to have the courage to fight it.
"Kill Mussolini when necessary! Never let them succeed!"
Dugan grabbed a submachine gun and went on another shooting spree.
Unfortunately, it didn't cause any damage. At most, it formed some insignificant disturbance.
Tied up in the back and locked in a dungeon, Mussolini had a happy expression.
He knew that Hitler, who was far away in Berlin, Germany, had been conducting 'superhuman' research.
He just didn't know the specifics.
He never thought there would be such talented people in the Axis Powers!
"Wait, something is going on outside …!"
Dugan, nicknamed 'Dum Dum,' is ready to die for his country.
The Howling Commandos were veterans who have fought many battles, so naturally, they weren't afraid to die.
It's a shame that they died in a foreign country when they were about to be honored by the President as war heroes, with flowers and glory.
Boom!
A loud noise!
When the members of the Howling Commandos were ready to die in sacrifice -
The earth-shattering sound, like cannon fire, echoed through the dungeon.
A rustle of dust fell from the bricks' cracks and filled the tunnel, causing Dugan to cough.
Outside the dungeon, it was as if a giant beast was walking. Every step it took would trigger an alarming commotion.
"What's going on?"
The steel man at the front turned his head and asked.
'Did the Allies drive their tanks into the Venice Palace?'
Boom!
The earth trembled, and it seemed like a hurricane was rolling outside. A strengthened warrior wearing a Hydra armband flew into the thick wall in a blur.
The bricks shattered, and debris flew!
Flesh and blood of the strengthened warriors injected with the defective serum looked like they had been put into a juicer. They were crushed and smashed an instant, painting a scarlet and harsh abstract picture.
The whole scene looked as if a tomato was thrown hard at the wall!
Immediately afterward!
The second, the third …
One by one, the strengthened fighters who were guarding the dungeon's exterior were smashed through the hole in the wall.
The violent painting smeared with flesh and blood is getting brighter and brighter!
"Is that the Allied captain? It looks like Chameleon missed. Useless piece of sh*t. "
The 'devil' with red skin and a long slender tail rolled his eyes and spoke with contempt.
His name is Azazel, nicknamed 'Satan,' and he is also a member of the Hellfire Club, one of Sebastian Shaw's men.
"I'm going to handle the guy outside! You guys take Mussolini back. He's the one the Führer in Berlin asked for by name!"
The Satan, Azazel, hummed softly. As a mutant, he had always been pretentious and despised ordinary human beings.
Most of the mutants who join the Hellfire Club have been discriminated against and hurt by other people, so they were easily brainwashed by Sebastian Shaw's set of 'Racial Theory.'
They believed in the radical statement that 'mutants are the future and 'humans are the lower class, mutants were superior to humans.'
Ironically, the leader of this group, Sebastian Shaw, wasn't a mutant at all.
That crazy Nazi scientist only activated the recessive X-Gene in his body through organ transplantation, thus gaining abilities.
Strictly speaking, Sebastian Shaw isn't a mutant. At most, he's a modified human who stole mutant powers.
The red figure, like a wisp of smoke, abruptly dissipated.
Then, he appeared in front of Luke.
"That Chameleon's ability, although …"
Boom!
Before Satan Azazel could finish his words, a powerful punch was thrown.
The turbulent airflow, like an empty wave, rolled up the dust!
Such a frightening sound, Azazel quickly shut his mouth. His body instantly disappeared and moved to a distance.
"Is this guy a mutant?"
Looking at the crumbling ground where the compressed air flow had blown a big hole, the Satan, Azazel had palpitations. He asked the same question as to the Chameleon.
In this era, the understanding of super-powered people is still limited to 'mutants.'
"You're the 'Superman' who captured Mussolini alive and conquered Italy?"
Azazel asked with a sneer.
"Superman?"
There was a look of surprise in Luke's eyes. When had he ever been called that?
"You're the super soldier from the Allies. The world is buzzing with the legendary story of you leading a team that infiltrated the city of Rome, conquered Italy, and captured the dictator alive.
Roosevelt and Churchill said that you have the powers beyond those mere mortals and create amazing miracles that no one could imagine. "
Azazel appeared to be a bit disdainful, lightly snorted, and said, "Now the Allies are calling you 'Superman,' saying that you will lead the Allies to victory!"
Luke couldn't help but laugh in his heart after hearing this.
He didn't expect that he got the title by mistake.
Superman of the Marvel world?
Now this was exciting.