Author: Corgi

"So, you have spent so much time and used all kinds of careful preparations, just to find a Russian to fight alone?"

Weitman knew that there were always some people in this world that were unreasonable, and their minds would not follow the common sense of normal people to think about people and things. It may be difficult to describe what they did except madness.

But knowing that there are such people in this world, and working with such people is by your side and with you is a completely different thing.

For example, now.

"We are almost at the end, Michelle. There is nothing wrong with doing what we want before dying. Save the time to turn into a ghost and regret what if, haha. I'm not interested in that kind of thing."

A short sword with a size of more than ten pounds is heavier than an ordinary submachine gun, but this short sword, which is longer than a dagger and short sword, is no different from a "Aryan Superman" who just fought with a "Slavic Superman" for a battle with a "Slavic Superman", as if he was playing a spoon with an ordinary person.

While throwing up and down, he waved a short knife weighing ten pounds, and performed his sword skills between his palms and tiger mouth.

Heisenberg, who was sitting against the wall in the corner, looked lazy, and even Weitmann, who was not far away, spoke in distracted.

"I'm sorry that among the Americans and British who are either too stupid or too weak, they didn't meet someone who would interest me, but the Russians gave me a big surprise."

"I have been observing that guy for a long time. Putting aside their own camps, he is actually the same as me. We are the same type of people, and we are the same type."

"Excellent killing skills, powerful destructive power, full combat experience, and a calm fighting mind."

"There will never be any stronger opponents than him, and the war is about to end. I do not plan to leave Berlin alive, but I hope to fight to the end in the way I like."

"And he is the answer I found for myself."

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The world outside the house is still full of gunfire, war and destruction have already filled the entire city, and every minute and every second, the blood of locals and foreigners is poured on this land of the heart of Nazi.

Death is just something that happens all the time here, just like tap water flowing out at all times when the faucet is turned on.

"Did you kill him?"

Standing beside the broken window frame, holding a telescope in his hand, looking at the direction of Kings Square not too far away. Weitmann said quietly not to continue the topic just now, but to choose to "start the new".

At the end of the square, the opera house was bathing in an unprecedented storm. In the sky, Russian fighter jets were hovering and firing, diving and dropping bombs, and on the ground were heavy tanks like beasts roaring and firing.

Weitman knew that the normal tanks that followed the giant beast-like tanks were not "ordinary tanks".

The Russians have recently developed and put into the battlefield a high-speed tank that can accommodate infantry loads, which is no longer news in the city of Berlin today.

Many elite Russian commandos in more than one direction rely on these high-speed tanks and relying on the protection of armor, bounced off all the anti-infantry firepower encountered on the offensive road, and quickly pressed the combat distance to the face of the German defensive forces, and got out of the car for close combat.

To be honest, this unprecedented tactic has caused an unimaginable impact on the German defense, and the collapse rate of the defense line is even more unacceptable.

Just in the moment of the current situation, Weitman knew clearly that the opera house that was already isolated and helpless was taken down by the war was only a matter of time before it was sooner or later, and it was probably not until tonight at the latest.

After clearing out all the garrison sites around Kings Square and taking down the commanding heights that can project firepower at a large range and long distance, it is obvious what the Russians will do next. The Capitol, which stands at the other end of Kings Square, must be the ultimate goal of the Russians.

"No, killing him in that state means nothing to me."

"Just simply introduce yourself to him and give him a reason to come and play with me, just like prey actively marking its own smell into the mouth of a hound."

"He will come to me according to the smell, I promise."

He no longer wanted to have any personality evaluation of Heisenberg, an increasingly out of control, "crazy man". Weitman, who was just talking about the matter, became interested in his answer just now.

"Do you think you're prey now?"

"Oh"

After throwing the short knife in his hand for countless somersaults, the picture was just fun. Heisenberg, who held the hilt from mid-air, steadily retracted it back to the scabbard hanging around his waist. His cold and disdainful smile was more or less a bit ridiculed Weitman.

"Look at what you said, there is a dynamic change between prey and hunter, and it is always changing. If it remains unchanged, it is not called hunting, it is called killing pigs or slaughtering sheep. Only those prey that have the ability to kill you deserve to go all out to hunt, it is valuable and fun."

"And I, now, are waiting for him to return to that state."

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Still silent, Weitmann put down the telescope in his hand, but still kept looking out the window, as if he turned a blind eye to Heisenberg who had arrived beside him and looked as if he was transparent.

"Do you know? I just realized now that you are not suitable for being a soldier at all."

"What?"

When Weitmann spoke again after a moment of silence, his tone of speaking was like Heisenberg just now, and the sarcasm was obvious.

"You should go to the concentration camp and develop your ability to kill people in different ways. There are always some big shots who will be satisfied with giving you a bone to eat. After all, not every pervert can think of the idea of ​​cutting a woman's uterus alive and then stuffing explosives into a human flesh trap. It is really a pity for you to join the army."

"You mean, I'm more suitable to kill pigs than hunting?"

Although it has not reached the point where water and fire are incompatible, the relationship between them has reached the eve of the collapse that no one looks down on anyone.

In recent days, every time I finished talking to this increasingly crazy guy, I would feel a strong feeling of "I am wasting time", but for some reason, Weitmann was too lazy to think about the reason, and then he turned around and left quietly and opened the door.

"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that you had something just now, that's right."

"Oh--"

No matter how Heisenberg's tone was, he didn't care whether he wanted to hear it or not. Weitmann, who was talking to himself, finally left this last word before closing the door and leaving.

"We're all about to come to an end, Heisenberg, and your death is coming soon, all thanks to you stomping on the accelerator and running towards hell."

Crunch-

Bang--

Listening to the footsteps of Weitman closing the door and leaving, Heisenberg, who was flashing fiercely in his eyes, stood in Weitman's position just now and looked out the window, savoring Weitman's farewell words, just muttering to himself in a grim smile.
Chapter completed!