Comics: Superman?Lao Tzu, a native of the motherland

Chapter 22 We Surrender (please follow up)

Listening to the system's mission, Geno's lips curved into a smile.

Then he moved his eyes to the Japanese people in the dense forest in the distance, and his eyes gradually lit up red:

"Just use your blood to make me stronger."

Under the moonlight, the Japanese commander cat fought passionately with the enemy behind a tree.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn Yankees!"

At this moment, I feel more angry towards those demon warriors. Where have those guys gone?

"Commander Jiro! Look at the sky!"

A soldier points to the night sky with his mouth open.

Under the moonlight, a figure with red eyes was slowly flying towards this side.

Jiro stared blankly at the figure: "What is that?"

Before he finished speaking, the figure's eyes lit up with a dazzling red light.

I saw a flash of red light, and the head of the soldier next to Taro exploded like an exploding watermelon. Warm brains mixed with bone dregs splashed all over his face.

The man subconsciously raised his hand to wipe off the stain on his face, but then he thought that the thing belonged to his companion, and quickly shook off the mucus on his hand as if he was electrocuted.

He looked up again and saw the figure controlling the heat vision in his eyes, constantly harvesting the lives of the recruiting men.

Each person hit by heat vision dies differently.

Some people were more lucky, and their brains were instantly melted by the terrifying temperature, leaving only twitching, headless corpses.

Most of them were cruelly cut off at the waist, and would not die for a while. Their upper bodies dragged their long intestines and fell to the ground, wailing, until they bled excessively and lost their lives.

This is a massacre, and every time Geno turns his head slightly, he can take away a large number of lives.

The numerical advantage seemed particularly ridiculous in his eyes, and Taro even felt that in Geno's view, they were all just miserable ants.

Geno floated in the air, controlling his heat vision to continuously harvest the lives of Japanese soldiers. The original dense forest was also ignited by the heat vision, igniting raging fires and sending up puffs of smoke.

The morale of the Japanese soldiers quickly collapsed, and it was not as if no one shot at Geno, but the bullet hit his body and only lit up a few sparks. Geno turned to use heat vision to melt the Japanese soldiers who dared to resist, sending them to hell early.

Like a killing machine, the heat line takes away countless lives wherever it passes.

Under such one-sided massacre, finally some soldiers could not bear the pressure.

People around you are dying every moment, and no one knows whether it will be their turn next.

The Japanese soldiers only felt fear. The figure floating in the air was a demon, and the devil from hell was killing them!

Finally, a soldier couldn't bear this purgatory-like scene, turned his head and ran behind him with a strange scream.

More and more soldiers began to flee, and the battle line collapsed.

Looking at the fleeing Japanese soldiers, Commander Jiro's face turned pale. He understood that they had lost and were easily defeated by a super human.

Jiro gritted his teeth unwillingly, lowered his head and held the only bottle of devil serum left in his pocket.

Before letting the soldiers take the medicine, he secretly kept a bottle for emergencies, but he never expected to use it so quickly.

but,
Is it really useful to become a demon when facing such an opponent?
Jiro had doubts in his heart. He felt that there was no hope of victory at all.

Moreover, after seeing Geno's heat vision, Jiro seemed to have guessed why there was no news about the group of demons.

Most likely, he bumped into the human god flying in the sky, and the group was destroyed.

However, even if he knew he would definitely die, he still had to fight for the empire!

"Long live the empire!" Jiro took out the blood bottle from his pocket and poured it into his mouth.

The serum fell into the abdomen, and evil energy filled the body. The man's skin tore and his arms gradually stretched.

Jiro grinned wildly: "I feel it, a powerful force!"

The powerful power washed away the fear in his heart, Jiro clenched his fists and stood up slowly, looking at Geno in the air with fighting intent in his eyes.

The devil's power is transforming his body,
And just when he was about to transform into a demon, Geno suddenly appeared in front of the man. In front of the man's stunned gaze, he punched the man's left chest, then pinched the man's rapidly beating heart, and then squeezed it gently. .

"Snapped!"

His heart exploded, and the half-demon who had not yet completed his transformation fell with his eyes wide open and lost his life in a pool of blood.

Those dead eyes contained a look of resentment, seeming to be blaming Jeno for not practicing martial ethics.

He is obviously so strong, why would he carry out a sneak attack when he is transforming?
Didn't see the dead body.

Geno wiped away the blood on his hands. He didn't bother to watch the little character transform, so he simply took action to deal with it in advance and give this devil a happy life.

Geno turned around and shouted to the soldiers behind him: "Everyone, catch up and kill them all!"

The soldiers did not hesitate, they were shocked and excited by Geno's performance just now.

The gods on earth are in their own camp. In this war, everyone doesn’t know why the Japanese can win!

The soldiers grinned ferociously and chased the fleeing Japanese soldiers.

Like a ferocious wolf chasing a weak lamb, the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly, and the US military began to beat up the drowned dog.

The two groups of people ran and chased each other. Under the command of Geno, the American troops soon divided into three groups and drove the remaining tens of thousands of Japanese soldiers to the beach of Luzon Island.

The escaping Japanese soldiers couldn't help but fall into despair. In front of them was the endless sea, and behind them were the ferocious American troops.

"what should we do?!"

Tens of thousands of people fell into despair, and their originally fanatical brains calmed down a lot because of Geno's killing. At this moment, their hearts were filled with the desire for life.

"Drop your weapons, raise your hands, you are surrounded!"

The arriving U.S. troops immediately pointed their guns at the group of people.

"Surrender! We surrender!"

Some people slowly put down their weapons, which seemed to trigger a chain reaction. More and more Japanese soldiers put down their weapons and chose to surrender.

At this time, Geno slowly flew to the beach and stared at the surrendering Japanese soldiers with an expressionless face.

At this moment, the faces of these guys were full of fear and helplessness, and they looked like innocent victims.

"Are you talking about surrender?" Geno said calmly, walking among tens of thousands of prisoners with his hands behind his back.

"Yes, this powerful lord, we surrender!" A Japanese officer who knew English gritted his teeth and lowered his head, offering his saber to Jeno, which meant surrender.

"Oh, it turns out it's surrender." Geno smiled, picked up the sword handed to him, and pulled out the long knife. The smooth blade reflected Geno's handsome face.

He said slowly: "But what good will it do to me to accept the surrender of a bunch of losers?"

After that, a long knife pierced the man's heart. The surrendered officer lowered his head and looked at the long knife that was buried in his chest. Then he opened his mouth to say something, but his throat was blocked by the surging blood. He muttered something unclear, and then He fell to the ground lifeless.

Geno wiped his hands and threw away the katana. Not only was it a reward from the system, but he also had no good impression of these Japanese people.

What are you doing with a bunch of beasts that have no sense of propriety, justice, and shame?A waste of air?
After all, strictly speaking, I have a red heart and a white skin, so I feel no guilt in killing these Japanese people.

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