He felt sad when he thought of the fact that there were a bunch of two or five boys around him.

Instead of being regarded as a loser, the executioner is humiliated and tortured, it is better to break yourself up!

The head of state raised his pistol in grief and pointed it at his temple.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, the door was suddenly knocked open.

"First of the People's Republic of China! Miracle Weapon! Miracle...created!"

The soldier wearing a German uniform and a wan flag armband said.

"And! The troops of the Allied Powers were defeated! Just now, the Third Reich won a great victory!"

The sudden good news almost made the head of state glaring out his eyes.

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

Those dim eyes rekindled the flames of ambition.

"You say it again! We defeated those Soviets? How did this be done!"

The head of state asked with a frown.

Those Russians who grew up in the snow and ice were almost approaching the walls of Berlin. Can they turn the tables?

"We also have 'Superman'! 'Aryan Superman' belonging to the Third Reich!"

The soldier seemed to be in a certain fanatical mood, and he said excitedly: "Someone succeeded! The Holy General completed that plan and created the perfect 'Aryan Superman'! His name is Marcus Jung!"

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

Upon hearing this, the head of state couldn't help but stand up and support the table with both hands.

Although he was not tall, he exuded a majestic aura.

"Very good! Let the Holy 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 Reich fits the perfect image in my mind."

Confirming the news of the Soviets' defeat, the head of state swept away the decadent attitude and restored its glory.

"It's just...it's a pity for Ava."

He glanced at his dead lover, and the head of state was sad and squeezed out a few tears symbolically.

For ambitious people, power is a good wine that gets drunk with just one 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.

"The Holy General...he is a hero of the Third Reich."

The head of state danced and was as excited as a curly baboon who had obtained a banana.

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

It mainly allows the so-called SS elites to have sex with those blonde and blue-eyed young women, so as to achieve the purpose of creating "excellent races".

Later, with the formal establishment of Hydra.

This plan has changed.

The goal is to create super soldiers and help the Third Reich conquer the world.

It was chaired by one of the head of state's confidants, the Holy General.

As the experiment continued to fail, the head of state had already lost confidence in the Aryan Superman.

Unexpectedly, the Third Reich was facing the final moment of collapse, that plan actually succeeded!

"Allied Superman..."

The head of state looked fiercely at the newspaper on the table. The most conspicuous headline section was the photo of Luke standing up in a brigadier general's uniform.
Chapter completed!