Chapter 2938 Specializes in curing crazy criticism

Author: Corgi

Chapter 2938 Specializes in curing crazy criticism

"Suka!"

He let out a low growl and said it was not good but it was too late.

The SS Miscellaneous, who rushed towards Alsim with open arms, screamed and hugged Alsim's waist, holding him tightly.

With a flying force of more than 100 kilograms, even Alsim, who was running wildly, could not resist the situation. He was thrown to the ground sideways on the spot, and even the guys in his hand flew out of the distance and lost his weapon in an instant.

"Oh! It seems you have to stop. Trouble always comes to your door, right?"

I really didn't expect that there would be some subordinates who would take action to catch me. To be precise, I didn't expect that among the subordinates who were not many on the first floor, there would be some living people who could move at this moment.

Looking at Alsim who was thrown to the ground, he was fighting with his big-headed soldiers with bare hands, and was hit to the ground by flying attacks. Alsim who was temporarily in a passive state of suppression.

Heisenberg, who was good at getting a bargain, was really brave. It might be because he was extremely confident about his strength, which led to this guy not only dared to stop and watch jokes, but even had to mock Alsim for another few words.

"Come and come to me after the trial, huh? If you can live until then, I will wait for you on the way to the rooftop! But don't die! Uh hahahahahahahaha--"

Being crazy, cruel, murderous, crazy criticism.

All the words that are related to "perversion" seem to be born specifically for the SS leader in front of him. Standing here he is simply the living spokesperson of these words.

Being pressed under the crazy SS soldiers, Alsim couldn't stand up immediately for a while. He wanted to subconsciously raise his gun and knock down the pervert, but he pinched his right hand but was surprised to find that there was already nothing in his hand.

Alsim, who was too focused, couldn't even react immediately even when his gun was shot away.

"Damn Suka! You are so damn good, don't run away! I'll kill him first!"

Alsim, who had a straightforward fight with the enemy, refused to miss the opportunity. Even though his hope was slim, he was still trying his best to fight. While cursing and delaying the opponent's pace, he was also fighting with all his strength, trying to fight this little bastard in front of him in the shortest time and then do the serious business quickly.

It’s a pity that although Heisenberg was crazy about the devil, he was not stupid.

Seeing that the battle on the second floor of the attic had ended, some Russians even chased them from the first floor.

The two guns in his hand turned and the gun flower in the blink of an eye were retracted from the two holsters on his left and right waists. Because the "Twenty-Shoot Box Cannon" was extremely huge, the holsters on his waist were even bigger. Hanging them on his left and right waists was really eye-catching as if they were hanging two bricks.

"Save harsh words for the next time, I will listen to them. Now I will solve the matter at hand first."

"See you back! Similar!"

"Hold!"

Looking at the figure of Heisenberg turning around and running away, Alsim was so angry that he wanted to kill someone on the spot.

Obviously, the Nazi big-headed soldier in front of him who seemed to be pretty good, but his body skills and strength were different from Alsim, naturally became the best target for "Slav Superman".

"I've killed you! Bastard!!!"

A roaring Alsim pulled out his right arm, which was kneeling under his knees, and swung his fist as big as a sandbag, to see the head soldier who was about to punch him in the face.

Bang--

The force of this punch was so strong that the more than 100 kilograms of fully armed SS soldiers were hit by Alsim to cover their noses, and consciously changed their state of suppressing the enemy. For a moment, the sense of taste and smell was like knocking over the seasoning box, and all the ups and downs surged onto their foreheads. In an instant, they felt a moment of dizziness and unstable standing.

"Damn Russian pig!!!"

The SS soldiers refused to give up at this point, and they had no idea of ​​surrendering in their minds, even if they were left by their immediate boss as a tool to delay time.

The only thought in my mind was desperately emerging.

Kill him! Kill this damn Russian pig! Even if you try your best, you must kill him here!

Alsim, who was lifted from being suppressed, was about to get up, but he had not had time to stand up with one hand, but he saw the crazy SS soldier taking out a grenade and rushing towards him again when he held it like a hammer, regardless of whether he was hit by a punch and the bones of his nose were stuttering out with a huge amount of blood.

The situation was obvious. Ahsim could guess even his heels when he saw this. This shabby thing was really dying and wanted to rush over to die with him.

It was too late to get up and fight back. If he really wanted to do this, Alsim would probably have just gotten up and not even stood firm, he would have been knocked to the ground again by the crazy big-headed soldier wielding a grenade.

By then, it would be too late to do anything except a splattering explosion of flesh and blood.

Alsim, who was quick to think too much, immediately changed his stand up position to take the initiative. His right hand, which was supported by one hand, was used as a force to support the ground. He swept the hall with a powerful force and pointed the crazy man's ankle and ran straight.

"Wooah!"

There is a very simple basic truth in bare hands fighting: the power of legs and feet must be greater than that of fists.

Even if you go out with a punch, you can even beat the enemy to the point of crooked nose and slanted eyes, and howl strangely. What is the power of the sweeping legs that are full of force sweeping away directly? In fact, it is not difficult to guess.

Alsim kicked it in the ankle and kicked it as if it was broken. The SS leader, who was no different, screamed and fell to the ground with instability. The person who fell was overturned.

But even so, he still held the grenade and planned to make his last move to throw at Alsim. He raised his hand and was about to pull the fire and fire.

However, Slavic Superman's actions are always one step ahead, and there has been only one miss case so far, and he does not intend to have another second.

When the SS soldiers pulled the fire and had no time to make a move.

With the wiggle of the sweeping legs, Alsim, who had already stood up with the force, rushed forward for a second, and grabbed the M24 grenade that was not tightly held because of the pain.

The backhand was changed to an ice-cone type holding, and the left hand locked the enemy's throat and pressed his head tightly. The thunder fell down in a reverse way, and directly stuffed the hissing and smoking grenade into the enemy's mouth.

"Fuck you, fuck!"

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!