Chapter 2938 Specializes in dealing with crazy criticism
Author: Ke Ji丶
Chapter 2938 Specializes in dealing with crazy criticism
"Sokka!"
A low growl hinted that something was wrong, but it was already too late.
The SS bastard who rushed towards Alsim with open arms screamed and grabbed Alsim's waist, hugging him tightly.
The force of the flying attack weighed more than 100 kilograms and was close to 200 kilograms. Even Alsim, who was running wildly, could not withstand the momentum. He was thrown sideways to the ground on the spot, and even the thing in his hand flew away far away.
, losing the weapon instantly.
"Oh! Looks like you have to stop. Trouble always finds itself, doesn't it?"
Indeed, he did not expect that any of his subordinates would try to take advantage of him. To be precise, he did not expect that among the few subordinates on the first floor, there would still be living people who could move at this moment.
Looking at Alsim who was thrown to the ground, he was fighting with his own hands with the bulk of his soldiers. Alsim, who was knocked to the ground by a flying attack, was still passively suppressed for the time being.
Heisenberg, who got the advantage and behaved well, was indeed very courageous, or he may have been extremely confident in his strength. As a result, this guy not only dared to stop reading the joke, but even had to mock Alsim a few more times.
"Come to me again after the trial is over, eh? If you can survive until then, I will wait for you on the way to the top of the building! But please don't die! Hahahahahahahaha——"
All the words related to "pervert" seemed to have been specially created for the SS leader in front of him. Standing here, he was simply the living spokesperson of these words.
Being pinned down by the crazy SS soldier, Alsim couldn't get up for a while. He wanted to subconsciously raise his gun to kill this pervert, but he squeezed his right hand but failed.
Everyone was surprised to find that there was nothing in their hands.
Alsim was so focused that he didn't even react immediately when his gun was shot away.
"Damn it, Sukka! Don't run away if you're a bitch! I'll kill him first!"
Alsim, who had a direct scuffle with the enemy, still refused to miss the opportunity. Even if the hope was slim, he still tried his best to fight for it. He cursed viciously to delay the opponent's pace and also fought with all his strength, trying to defeat the enemy in front of him in the shortest possible time.
Kill the little bastard and get down to business.
It's a pity that although Heisenberg was crazy and crazy, he was not stupid.
Seeing that the battle on the second floor attic had ended, there were even Russians chasing him from the first floor.
He turned the two guns in his hands and retracted the two gun holsters on his left and right waists in a blink of an eye. Because the "Twenty-ring Box Cannon" was already huge, the holsters on his waist were even bigger, and the gun holsters on his waist were even bigger.
It looks as if there are two bricks hanging on the left and right waists. It looks very eye-catching.
"Save the harsh words for next time. I will listen. Now let's solve the matter at hand first."
"See you later! Same kind!"
"Hold!"
Seeing Heisenberg turning around and disappearing in a flash, Alsim was so angry that he almost wanted to kill someone on the spot.
Obviously, the Nazi soldier in front of him, who seemed to be of decent size, but had a gap with Alsim in terms of physical skills and strength, naturally became the best target for the "Slavic Superman" to vent his anger on.
"I'll fucking kill you! Bastard!!!"
With a roar, Alsim ignored the fact that he was pinned down, pulled out his right arm that was pinned under his knees, raised his sandbag-sized fist, and aimed at the Nazi leader who was about to punch him.
A straight punch to the face.
boom--
The power of this punch was so powerful that Alsim punched the heavily armed SS soldier, who covered his nose and consciously changed from a state of suppressing the enemy.
Time, taste, and smell are like knocking over a spice box. All the sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy rush to my forehead. In an instant, I feel like the world is spinning and I am unsteady on my feet.
"Damn Russian pig!!!"
This leader of the SS still refused to give up after receiving this job. He was stunned by the demon and had no idea of surrender. He didn't mind even if his immediate boss kept him as a tool to delay time.
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There was only one thought popping up in my mind.
Kill him! Kill this damn Russian pig! Even if you try your best, you must kill him here!
Alsim, who had been released from the suppressed state, was about to stand up. Even before he could stand up with one hand on the ground, he saw the crazy SS soldier taking out the grenade and holding it like a hammer.
He rushed towards me again, not caring at all that he was punched so badly that his grandma's nose bone was bleeding heavily.
The situation was obvious. Seeing this posture, Alsim could guess even if he was on his heels, that this little kid really had a death mentality and wanted to rush over and die with him.
It was too late to get up and fight back at this moment. If he really had to do this, Alsim would probably have just stood up and even before he could stand still, he would be thrown to the ground again by the big-headed soldier waving a grenade.
By then, except for an explosion of blood and flesh, everything would be too late.
Alsim, who was in a hurry, had no time to think about it, and immediately changed his standing posture to take the initiative to attack. His right hand on the ground was used as a support ground, and he made a powerful sweeping kick on the spot, aiming at the lunatic's ankle, and then ran straight towards the lunatic.
And go.
"Ugh!"
There is a very simple basic truth in unarmed combat: the power of legs and feet must be greater than that of fists.
It is not difficult to guess the power of a punch that can knock the enemy's nose and eyes into a crooked state and make him scream strangely. The power of the powerful sweeping leg that sweeps away is not difficult to guess.
Alsim hit his ankle with a kick that was as if his bones were broken. The SS soldier, who was indistinguishable, screamed and fell to the ground, losing his balance and falling to the ground.
But even so, he still held the grenade, planning to throw it towards Alsim as a last-ditch effort, raising his hand and preparing to fire it.
However, the Slavic Superman's movements are always one step ahead. So far, he has only failed once, and he does not plan to do it again.
At that time, the SS leader grabbed the fire and didn't even have time to raise his hand to throw.
Taking advantage of the remaining power of his sweeping leg, Alsim, who had already stood up, rushed forward and snatched the M24 grenade that he could not hold tightly due to the pain.
The backhand was changed to an ice pick grip, and the left hand locked the enemy's throat and pressed the head tightly. He held it upside down and thundered down, and directly stuffed the smoking grenade into the enemy's mouth.