Pirate King of the Seven Seas

The 107th Regiment charged into Bethel City, engaging in street fighting and close-quarters combat with the Allied and Nazi forces.

Leveraging their advantage in weaponry and numbers, the Allied forces quickly gained control of a large area of the city.

Furthermore, Steve's combat capabilities were put to full use.

He was a one-man army, unstoppable.

He led the charge in destroying various strongholds.

Allen remained perched on Nanaue's head, his hands covering the latter's nostrils to prevent him from going berserk again from the smell of blood.

"Nanaue, keep up with Steve."

Watching Steve display his heroic figure, Allen felt a sense of deep satisfaction, like a doting father watching his grown son achieve great things.

The process of clearing out the Nazi forces was surprisingly smooth.

Faced with defeat, the ordinary soldiers wisely chose to surrender.

According to international conventions, the surrendered soldiers were merely gathered and guarded, not to be killed arbitrarily.

Of course, whether they were subjected to abuse is impossible to verify. After all, with so many people, there were bound to be troublemakers who needed to be taught a lesson.

"Captain, we've found a heavily guarded location in the south of the city that we can't breach."

A communications officer approached Steve.

"Please lead the way immediately."

Steve readily agreed.

Upon arriving at the location, they discovered a castle-like structure.

The enemy soldiers guarding the castle wore metal armor and wielded weapons that resembled the beam cannons on the city walls, only miniaturized into rifle forms. The laser beams they fired possessed extreme penetration power; even hiding behind thick walls offered no protection, as a single shot could pierce through them, preventing the Allied soldiers from advancing rashly.

Puff!

A laser beam pierced through the wall, grazing Nanaue's arm and leaving a burning wound.

Allen blinked and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts," Nanaue replied blankly.

His skin, which could withstand bullets, couldn't resist the laser, immediately making Steve realize the danger. He shouted, "Everyone, fall back!"

While Steve's physical condition was formidable, his defense was far inferior to Nanaue's, so he naturally didn't dare to show off any further.

"Nanaue, cover your own nose."

Pop! Pop!

Allen removed his fingers and stealthily observed the enemy's situation. He discovered a fatal weakness in their weaponry and scoffed, "What era is this? They're still using wired biubiu."

The weapons of these Nazi soldiers were all connected to a power cable.

In simple terms, cutting off the power supply would render the weapons useless.

"Shit, I have to go into Berserker Blood Rage mode again."

Turning around, Allen saw Nanaue's eyes gradually filling with bloodshot veins.

Nanaue was trying his best to cover his nose, but his short arms couldn't reach.

"Don't be afraid, it's physical isolation."

Allen took off his shoes, balled up his socks, and stuffed them into Nanaue's nostrils. The bloodshot veins in his eyes were rapidly receding.

"Wait for my signal."

With that, Allen moved to sneak into the castle.

Steve tried to stop him, but Allen disappeared around a corner.

Nanaue, looking around blankly, started to panic as he couldn't find Allen.

"Nanaue, lower your head."

Steve, with a look of disdain, stuffed the exposed socks back into Nanaue's nostrils.

At this moment, Allen walked openly into the castle.

I've activated stealth, why be sneaky? They can't see me anyway.

Inside the castle, power cables were neatly arranged, extending all the way to the weapons of the soldiers outside.

Following the cables, Allen successfully located the power source.

It was a cylindrical device, three meters tall, emitting a faint blue light.

Researchers from Vanguard Technologies were constantly moving research data, having accepted defeat and preparing to evacuate Bethel City.

"Kolon, forget about the experimental subject. That guy is getting weaker and weaker; he's not worth the effort to research."

"Mott, there must be a way to restore his strength. This is the only experimental subject that will allow us to research a serum that crushes the Super Soldier Serum."

The two supervisors were arguing fiercely.

It seemed to be a matter of deciding whether or not to keep an experimental subject.

Allen looked at Colon, then at Mort.

Smack!

He backhanded the person who had been speaking loudly.

Mort felt a burning numbness on his face.

The two of them looked at Allen, who had appeared out of nowhere, in unison.

"Big brother, who are you?"

"We're arguing, what business is it of yours?"

"I see injustice and I'll fight it, I am Judge."

Upholding justice made Allen feel a strong sense of mission.

Of course, he didn't forget the main task, drawing the watermelon knife tied to his waist.

Since Steve didn't like the Death-Wish 3000, Allen had to equip himself with it.

"Destruction! Destruction! Destruction..."

He swung the watermelon knife and hacked at the device.

Sparks flew.

"Stop him, that madman is going to destroy the energy reserve device!"

Colon shouted, ordering the researchers to help.

Considering the safety of the laboratory, weapons were not allowed inside for fear of accidental discharge and explosion, so he casually grabbed something to fight back.

When everyone thought they had the numbers advantage and still couldn't subdue one madman.

For a moment, they all surrounded him.

"Blinding."

Allen used a physical magic, scattering the sand in a bottle.

"My eyes, my eyes!"

"My eyes hurt so much, I can't see!"

"Damn it, my eyes are burning, hurry and get some water!"

The researchers clutched their eyes, howling in pain, snot and tears streaming uncontrollably.

"The sand was fried with chili powder, doesn't it feel great?"

Allen continued to swing his knife at the device, muttering, "Destruction! Destruction! Destruction..."

"Stop it, you lunatic!"

Mort grabbed a wrench and charged forward.

Bang!

A beer bottle smashed, leaving him with a bloody head.

Death-Wish 3000: Beer Bottle.

Allen swept his gaze towards Colon, who was preparing to help. He flicked his jacket, revealing the remaining beer bottles tucked into his belt, and asked, "One bottle to refresh your mind, two bottles to never get tired, three bottles for eternal life, oh yeah."

Bang!

Another beer bottle hit Mort on the head, and blood spurted out in a small stream with a squish.

"Why did you hit me again?"

Mort gasped in pain, clutching the wound on his head to stop the bleeding.

"Dr. Allen recommends you complete the full course."

"Don't hit me, hit him!"

Bang!

The third beer bottle hit his head, and Mort's eyes rolled back as he fell straight down.

"Are you crazy?"

Seeing his colleague's life or death uncertain, Colon decisively turned and fled.

Slap!

"Ah... hiss..."

The next second, Colon writhed on the ground, baring his teeth and imitating the wriggling of maggots.

Death-Wish 3000: Bliss Whip.

"Destruction! Destruction! Destruction..."

With a boom, blue energy shot straight for the roof, blasting a large hole through it.

The tenth strike charged up the previous nine.

Allen wasn't sure which parts he'd disabled, causing the energy surge to erupt upwards, but he knew he'd wrecked the machine.

As a result, the weapons requiring power were now useless scrap metal, and the allied forces outside the castle immediately launched their assault.

With no weapons in hand, the Nazi soldiers could only raise their hands and surrender.

Following the swift capture of the castle, the discovery of numerous high-tech devices in storage immediately drew the attention of the officers. Furthermore, capturing many researchers offered the possibility of persuading them to join America; it was an unexpected bonus.

"Reporting, sir, this is the person we found in the basement."

Two soldiers brought forward a young man in a coma, reporting to their superior.

The moment Allen saw the man's appearance, he blurted out, "He's the Pirate King of the Seven Seas."