I Am In Marvel

Tokyo Air Force Base, Command Command Room.

Commander Okamura, the non-commissioned officer, and a doorman correspondent, the three people in the room held their breaths in high tension, as if they were trying to hide from the enemy, they didn't even dare to take a breath.

In this oppressive and suffocating atmosphere, the footsteps in the corridor were getting closer and closer, clearly in the ears, and pounding heavily on their hearts.

'Tap...'

The sound of the steps stopped outside the door, and then a tall, dark figure swept out. The moment he appeared, the room was filled with killing intent and blood.

Commander Okamura can get the honorable status of the military now. He has gone through many battles, big and small, and climbed out of the dead countless times.

But at this time, he still sucked in a breath of cold air, his cold hair stood on end, and he couldn't help but back up against the wall, suppressing the urge to flee here desperately.

The enemy standing at the door cannot be simply described as a 'human', it is clearly a 'human-shaped monster'!

Its scarlet slender eyes are indifferent and cold, its tough and dark horny skin is stained with blood, and its perfect muscle outline presents a dangerous atmosphere of wildness and power.

Such a humanoid monster walked slowly into the room, and it was full of the biological aura of killing and tyrannical aesthetics, making it impossible for life to have any thoughts of fighting against it.

Like a bird, seeing a falcon. The difference between the two is the strength gap of several layers of the biological pyramid.

"Sure enough." The devilish humanoid monster grinned, spit out fluent Japanese hoarsely, and stared at Commander Okamura inside the room with scarlet eyes.

Commander Okamura gasped in shock even more, put his hands on the desk to hide his weak feet, and asked in horror, "What kind of monster are you?!"

"Commander. Didn't you send seven fighter planes here to kill me?" The humanoid monster smiled humanely, exiting the integrated form covered by venom, revealing the handsome face of a young male.

The tough corneal membrane on his body is like a single body, and with the linear flow of the black liquid, it turns into a leather night battle suit.

"It's you... Kyle of the American Empire." Commander Okamura looked in disbelief as he stared blankly at Kyle who had returned to his normal appearance.

A few hours ago, Risang officials and the military, through active discussions, decided that the air force would launch a blockade when the target entered the sky over Tokyo, which severely dampened the spirit of the US imperialists.

As a result, now, the seven Zidian fighters did not annihilate the opponent, but the opponent came directly to the door and forcibly broke into the air force base...

Commander Okamura forced himself to accept the appalling facts of the moment, trembling and not knowing what to say.

This is too unreasonable!

pity. Germany, which had withdrawn from the battlefield of World War II, had no time to remind Risang: "Be careful of Kyle."

After all, Kyle is such an unreasonable person. If he can do it, he will never be reasonable, and if he can be positive, he will never admit to cowardice. What existence represents is the word 'powerful'.

Seven Zidian fighters, if they couldn't beat him, they were all demolished.

The Hydra base factory with stronger armed weapons, and the German military base with far more soldiers, all of which he conquered all the way, how could Risang's general air base stop it.

With 12 times the superhuman physique of human beings, plus hundreds of fighting skills against the enemy, as well as the skin protection and characteristics of venom, ordinary soldiers are simply too vulnerable in front of Kyle!

No matter how stubborn the Japanese soldiers resisted, they were not afraid of death, and the gap in strength that was absolutely crushed was a turkey and a jerk, vulnerable to a single blow!

"Commander." Kyle looked at Commander Okamura indifferently, and said meaningfully: "I really want to see what you call the spirit of 'Bushido', so I came here by appointment."

Commander Okamura's face was livid with anger and shock, but he soon sighed heavily, and from the wall with the red sun flag hanging on the side, took down the fine short sword made of steel like a handicraft.

The sergeant and the correspondent both bowed their heads and crawled on the ground, not daring to persuade.

Under Kyle's oppressive sharp eyes, Commander Okamura knelt on the ground decadently, holding the flashing sword in his backhand, and finally gritted his teeth and stabbed the sword into his abdomen.

He groaned in pain and fell to the ground on his side.

In the opinion of Commander Okamura, he was to blame for the fall of the Tokyo Air Force Base when he had provoked an enemy he should not have provoked. It is an honorable sacrifice to be able to die by sacrificial suicide, which Bushido advocates.

Kyle's face was indifferent, looking at the air force commander who fell on the pool of blood, like seeing an ant ending his humble life.

Risang, somewhat similar to a country in his previous world. One of the objectionable points is their pretentious and arrogant, self-confessed superior Bushido spirit.

Kyle felt that it was a rare visit, and it was necessary to teach Ri Sang a lesson, what is the real invincible powerhouse!

"I won't kill you." Kyle glanced at the non-commissioned officers and correspondents on the ground, and said in an orderly tone: "Take the commander's body away and tell your emperor, and soon, I will come to the door to 'visit'! "

The non-commissioned officer and the correspondent exhaled with relief, and the two quickly stepped forward, each holding Commander Okamura's hands and feet, and evacuated the office in three steps.

"By the way, bring this." Kyle suddenly remembered something, waved his palm, and a card was firmly nailed to the chest of the commander's corpse. The back of the card was a black image of a demon grinning.

It is not the national emblem totem of the US Empire, nor the symbol of the US Empire's military. It is just a demon card representing its own position!

He has to rely on himself to shake and persecute the entire Risang kingdom. This sentence has never meant the slightest joke, but is about to become a reality recorded in history!

After the two Japanese soldiers left with the corpse, Kyle left the commander's office. At this moment, the base outside was blazing into the sky, and countless buildings were burning with flames, and the fire was about to extend to the command building inside the base.

On the vast ground in the meantime, the corpses of countless soldiers were also swallowed up by the flames.

The General Air Force Base seems to have been baptized by disaster, and it is devastated.

There is a saying in the Soviet Union that is very apt to describe Kyle: "Wherever he went, he was accompanied by war, disaster, and death; he was an apostle of hell, an incarnation of demons, and a hero in the eyes of others."

Kyle accelerated his pace and quickly passed between the burning and collapsed buildings, approaching the apron at the end of the air force base.

Those parked excellent Japanese fighters, but many have entered the blue rank, and it is a pity not to take them away.

According to his usual style of action, as long as he maintains the habit of drawing loot on the battlefield, he will never lose money!