Pirate King of the Seven Seas

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

Relying on their advantage in weapons and numbers, the Allied forces swiftly took control of a vast portion of the city.

Moreover, Steve's combat abilities were on full display.

He led from the front, unmatched by ten thousand men.

He led the team in destroying every firepower position.

Allen was still sprawled atop Nanaue's head, plugging his nostrils with both hands to keep him from smelling blood and going berserk again.

"Nanaue, follow Steve."

Watching Steve display such a heroic figure, Allen wore a deeply gratified expression, like a loving father proudly seeing his promising eldest son succeed.

The process of clearing out the Nazi army went surprisingly smoothly.

Facing defeat, the ordinary soldiers wisely chose to surrender.

Under international conventions, surrendered soldiers could only be gathered and guarded, not killed at will.

Of course, whether they suffered abuse was impossible to verify. With so many of them, there were bound to be a few troublemakers who needed to be taught a lesson.

"Captain, we discovered a heavily guarded location in the south of the city. We can't capture it at all."

A communications officer approached Steve.

"Take me there immediately."

Steve agreed without hesitation.

When they reached the site, they found a castle-like structure.

The enemy soldiers guarding the castle wore metal armor. Their weapons resembled the beam cannons on the city walls, except miniaturized into rifle form. The lasers they fired had incredible penetrating power; even hiding behind thick walls did not help, as a single shot would bore through them. The Allied soldiers did not dare attack rashly.

Pfft!

A laser pierced the wall and grazed Nanaue's arm, leaving a scorched wound.

Blinking, Allen asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts."

Nanaue answered blankly.

Even skin that could withstand bullets could not stop lasers. Steve immediately realized the danger and shouted, "Everyone, fall back!"

Steve's physical abilities were formidable, but his defenses were nowhere near Nanaue's. Naturally, he did not dare keep showing off.

"Nanaue, cover your own nose."

Pop! Pop!

Allen pulled out his fingers and secretly observed the enemy's situation. He spotted a fatal weakness and said disdainfully, "What era is this? People still use wired pew-pew guns?"

Every one of those Nazi soldiers' weapons had a power-transmission cable resembling an electrical cord.

Simply put, cut off the energy supply, and the weapons would naturally become useless scrap.

"Shit, I have to activate Berserker Bloodburn Mode again."

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

Nanaue was trying hard to cover his nose, but his short little arms could not reach.

"Don't be afraid. We'll isolate it physically."

Allen took off his shoe, rolled his sock into a ball, and stuffed it into Nanaue's nostril. The bloodshot veins in his eyes rapidly faded.

"Wait for my signal."

With that, Allen set off to infiltrate the castle.

Steve wanted to stop him, but Allen vanished around a corner.

Nanaue looked around in confusion. Unable to find Allen, he grew a little panicked.

"Nanaue, lower your head."

Steve disgustedly shoved the bit of sock sticking out back into Nanaue's nostril.

At that moment, Allen walked openly into the castle.

He had activated invisibility. Why sneak around when nobody could see him anyway?

Inside the castle, energy cables were neatly arranged, stretching all the way to the weapons carried by the soldiers outside.

Following the lines, Allen easily located the energy apparatus.

It was a three-meter-tall cylinder emitting an icy blue glow.

Researchers from Vanguard Technologies kept moving research materials. With the situation lost, they were preparing to evacuate Bethel City.

"Cologne, forget about the test subject. That guy is getting weaker and weaker. He's not worth spending any more effort researching."

"Morte, there must be a way to restore his strength. He is the only test subject that can help us develop something superior to the Super Soldier Serum."

The two supervisors argued fiercely.

They seemed to be deciding whether a test subject should stay or go.

Allen looked at Cologne, then at Morte.

Smack!

He backhanded the louder one across the face.

Morte immediately felt a scorching numbness on his cheek.

The two of them simultaneously looked at Allen, who had appeared out of thin air.

Big brother, who the hell are you?

What does our argument have to do with you?

When I see injustice, I deliver a slap. This judge upholds justice.

Upholding justice filled Allen with a powerful sense of mission.

Of course, he had not forgotten his real task. He drew the watermelon knife hanging from his waist.

Since Steve had no use for Death-Wish 3000, Allen could only equip it himself.

"Chicken burst! Chicken burst! Chicken burst..."

He raised the watermelon knife and hacked at the apparatus.

Sparks flew everywhere.

"Stop him! This lunatic is trying to destroy the energy storage apparatus!"

Cologne shouted, ordering the researchers to help.

For laboratory safety, weapons were not allowed inside. They feared an accidental discharge could cause an explosion, so they grabbed whatever they could to fight back.

Everyone thought they had the advantage in numbers. Surely they could subdue one lunatic.

For a moment, they all surrounded him.

"Blindness."

Allen used a physical magic trick and scattered the sand from a bottle.

"My eyes! My eyes!"

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

"Damn it, my eyes are burning! Get water, quickly!"

The researchers clutched their eyes and wailed in agony, tears and snot streaming uncontrollably down their faces.

"The sand was stir-fried with chili powder. Pretty refreshing, isn't it?"

Allen continued swinging his blade at the apparatus, muttering, "Chicken burst! Chicken burst! Chicken burst..."

"Stop it, you psycho!"

Morte grabbed a wrench and charged forward.

Bang!

A beer bottle smashed into his head, leaving him bloody.

Death-Wish 3000: Beer Bottle.

Allen glanced at Cologne, who was preparing to help. He flipped open his coat, revealing the remaining beer bottles tucked into the belt at his waist, and asked, "One bottle refreshes the mind, two bottles banish fatigue forever, three bottles grant immortality. Oh yeah."

Bang!

Another beer bottle smashed into Morte's head. Blood sprayed out with a hiss, forming a small fountain.

"Why did you hit me again?"

Morte sucked in a sharp breath from the pain, both hands clutching his head wound to stop the blood from spurting out.

"Doctor Allen recommends you complete a full course of treatment."

"Don't hit me! Hit him!"

Bang!

The third beer bottle exploded over Morte's head. His eyes rolled back, and he fell stiffly to the ground.

"You're insane."

Seeing his colleague's life hanging in the balance, Cologne decisively turned and fled.

Smack!

"Ah... hss..."

The next second, Cologne arched his back, bared his teeth, and wriggled like a maggot.

Death-Wish 3000: Bliss Whip.

"Chicken burst! Chicken burst! Chicken burst..."

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

The tenth strike released the energy stored by the previous nine.

Allen did not know which component he had smashed, causing the energy to erupt upward in chaotic streams. He only knew that the machine was completely wrecked.

As a result, the weapons requiring energy became nothing more than scrap metal, and the Allied forces outside the castle immediately launched an assault.

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

After swiftly capturing the castle, they discovered a great many advanced technological devices in storage, immediately drawing the officers' attention. They had also captured numerous researchers, who might perhaps be persuaded to join America. It was an unexpected windfall.

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

Two soldiers supported an unconscious young man as they came forward to report.

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