Josh frowned as he looked at the few pistol bullets floating before him. Josh had never considered himself a patient man, especially when someone took the initiative to attack him. However, he felt there seemed to be another reason behind this.
The officer's expression turned exceptionally ugly as well. He had always known that his unit might contain certain other elements. That was not difficult to understand—hadn't even the United States' tightly guarded "superhuman" program been turned into something impossible to replicate?
"I understand English. I swear, I absolutely did not give that order!"
The officer immediately drew his pistol and put a bullet through the head of the man who had fired without authorization, then began explaining frantically without a care for anything else. This was no joke—someone who could stop an entire burst of bullets in front of himself was obviously no ordinary person!
More importantly, this guy spoke English rather than German, which put him slightly at ease. Only slightly, of course. Faced with such a horrifying scene, even someone who had survived barrages of gunfire could not endure something so supernatural.
"All right, it looks like this really was a misunderstanding."
Josh did not say much else. There was nothing wrong with his intelligence; naturally, he could tell what was going on. Rolling his eyes, he directly asked what he wanted to know most. "Can you tell me where this is? And what era this is?"
"This is Earth, Soviet Siberia, 1943."
The officer quickly explained the situation in the simplest terms. At the same time, he found it rather strange, but he soon accepted it. He immediately imagined that these two young men might truly be gods descended into the world and simply did not understand the current situation.
To be honest, the officer felt