Marvel’s Superman

　　 Berlin, Reichstag.

　　The former head of state who lived in the bunker finally moved into a luxurious bedroom with integrity.

　　 Those bombers that buzzed over Berlin every day would never come to disturb their sleep, adding to their inner fears.

　　 "Siegfried, you are the hero of the Third Reich, the most perfect Aryan, and my most loyal guard."

　　 The head of state woke up from the soft big bed, dressed in his nightgown, opened the door and said.

　　Although there is no gentle lover Ewa beside him, Siegfried standing outside the door makes him feel particularly safe.

　　 There is no longer any need to worry about life safety being threatened, and no need to fear that the Allied forces will break through Berlin and drag themselves to the square to hang themselves.

　　 The head of the Third Reich, had a good night's sleep after a long absence.

　　 But just ten hours ago, in order to test how strong Aryan Superman really is, he personally ordered Siegfried to kill tens of thousands of captured Soviet troops.

　　 Those soldiers whose limbs were cut off by the extinguishing light, their wailing, their crying, their **** limbs... did not cause the slightest fluctuation in the head of the state.

　　As a mediocre painter who has no talent and was rejected by art school, he even thinks that it is the most beautiful color in the world.

　　 "Has the Holy General not arrived yet?"

　　 The head of state rang the service bell, and it didn't take long for the chef to serve the prepared food.

　　 He skillfully picked up the knife and fork and cut the veal steak on the plate.

　　 Although the cuisine of the Third Reich is pork knuckles, sausages and various breads, he personally appreciates the French cooking skills.

　　 "Their research on food is just like raising a white flag and surrendering. They are skilled and proficient."

　　 said the head of state.

　　 "The Holy General is on his way back. He was busy hunting down a female scientist who defected. The other party was a British spy."

　　 Tall Siegfried, who was almost about to touch the ceiling chandelier, answered truthfully.

　　 "It's really careless, I originally wanted to commend him."

　　 The head of state put down his knife and fork, chewing the food in his mouth, with a disappointed expression on his face.

　　 "The Holy General could have become a hero of the Third Reich like you, but unfortunately he did not seize the opportunity."

　　 There are currently three "battleship classes" in Berlin, except for Siegfried who is guarding him.

　　 There are two remaining, and I haven't seen each other yet.

　　 The head of state only knew that one named Sieglind, a woman, was on the air defense tower to maintain the city's vigilance.

　　The other is called Siegmund, responsible for destroying the guerrilla army outside the city.

　　 The two of them once had an amazing record of scrapping dozens of Allied bombers.

　　 "I don't know if the cowards of the Allied Powers will cry out in fright."

　　 The head of state is very proud, and he feels that he is once again favored by God.

　　 Soon, the Third Reich will stop its collapse and become stronger.

　　 The power that is too easy to obtain can inflate one's ambitions infinitely.

　　 Just like the Red Skull mastering the Cube of the Universe, the head of state was so excited at this time that he subconsciously ignored the difficult situation of the Third Reich, and even began to plan to attack Stalingrad again and take Moscow.

　　 He has always been brooding about the German defeat in front of the Soviets.

　　 This time, the opportunity to prove one's ability is here!

　　 "The holy general is here."

　　 The phone at the bedside of the bedroom rang, and Siegfried picked up the microphone, answered it for a few seconds, and said the news.

　　 "He is already downstairs, waiting for your reception from the head of state."

　　 "Let the holy general come up. Although he has made mistakes, he has also contributed to the Third Reich and shed blood. I can't treat the heroes!"

　　 The head of state waved his hand, and Siegfried opened the door. It didn't take long for the holy general with a cold face to appear at the door.

　　 "You look very depressed, Holy General. I have heard about it. Don't worry about being punished. The failure of security work is not within your responsibility, and you are still working hard to solve the problems-even if you didn't succeed."

　　 The head of state, with his hands behind his back, stepped barefoot on the dark patterned carpet.

　　 If you ignore the long burgundy nightgown that drags to the ankle, he looks quite awe-inspiring, like a victorious general.

　　 "You are a hero. You brought my miracle weapon over and saved the Third Reich-although it was a little late."

　　 The head of state took off his glasses, as if he had lifted the seal.

　　 He glared at the holy general who had a straight back, threw off the pencil in his hand, and said loudly, "You owe me a reasonable explanation, General."

　　 "I have read your report and asked Siegfried, the'Aryan Superman' project has been completed for several months—"

　　 "It's actually longer than that, almost a year, my head of state."

　　 The holy general interrupted the head of state who was about to go into a roaring state after lifting the seal, and said calmly: "I made the first Aryan Superman of Type One 11 months ago."

　　 "The first type II was also put into use soon, followed by the production of the'tank class'. The three'battleship class' appeared later."

　　 The head of state who was interrupted by the conversation put on his glasses and then took off.

　　 After re-reading the article.

　　 The seal was lifted again.

　　 The roar begins!

　　 "So! In this year, you never told me about it! I watched the empire fall back and watched my spirit be constantly tortured by the Allied bombers!"

　　 The head of state did not understand what the holy general was doing. He was very angry and couldn't help but want to curse "scum".

　　 "I thought the Red Skull would last longer. And at that time, Aryan Superman was not ready yet, they couldn't change the pattern of war."

The holy general remained calm and explained in a calm voice: "After the First World War, many Germans thought that tanks were nothing more than novelties and didn't care. Some even laughed at Guderian and said, "What kind of war machine, it only deserves Flour. That’s because they only saw “a tank” instead of “a group of tanks”.”

　　 "Only people like Guderian can see the true value of the tank. This also makes your empire, the head of state."

　　 "I will give you an invincible super army, and I will also give you a huge victory that will reinvigorate the Germans-but that is based on the premise that the Aryan Superman can join the battlefield in groups."

　　 "If I tell you the news ahead of time, with all due respect, you will probably send them out to death in vain for meaningless consumption."

　　 The bluntness of the holy general made the Führer's anger to a higher level.

　　 He can't tolerate other people's accusations, especially in this humiliating tone.

　　 "Enough, Saint General. "Aryan Superman" will no longer be under your control from now on, so go back!"

　　Considering the great contributions made by the holy general over the years, the Führer endured it~www.ltnovel.com~ waved his hand to let the other party back down.

　　 "My head, why don't you want to face your own mistakes."

The holy general kept his hands behind his back, his body motionless, and he shook his head and said, "You are like a lunatic who has lost your mind. Let Siegfried kill tens of thousands of Soviet prisoners. You have not even thought about it. This will only arouse the Allies. With a heart of resistance, no one will surrender again."

"I'm the one who is disappointed in you. You are just an Austrian hillbilly, because you were born in a country with Prussian rigidity and a group of fools who are willing to listen to your nonsense. Go to this seat."

"You have the most powerful war machine in the world, but you personally buried it in your own bottomless arrogance... Führer, I believe more firmly than you, a great Third Reich! I am also more determined I believe that the empire deserves to be led by a leader who is more talented than you."

　　 The words of the holy general completely angered the head of state.

　　 He picked up the pencil on the carpet and said calmly, "Oh, General. I didn't expect you to treat me like this, it's-regrettable."

　　 "You can't see the Third Reich in your mind, and leaders who are more talented than me."

　　 "Siegfried, kill him!"

　　 With the order of the head of state, Siegfried, who was silent as a statue, walked over and stood in front of the holy general.

　　 His eyes are hot, and the terrifying energy is like strands of blue electric light, jumping non-stop.

　　 "Yes."

　　 said Siegfried.

　　 Then--

　　 He turned around and looked at the Führer himself.

　　 The dazzling light gushes out from the eyes.