Chapter: 90

In the dead of night, the sun had fully sunk beneath the horizon, casting the streets of the French coastal city in a cloak of black mist-like darkness.

'Bang--'

'Rat-tat-tat!'

The front line beach defenses had long since crumbled, and the relentless gunfire and artillery continued to blanket the area for dozens of miles around.

The Allied forces relentlessly pressed their attack, German soldiers fought desperately to hold them off, and the two sides became embroiled in a chaotic melee. The exchange of gunfire, illuminating the ground with flashes of light, revealed a scene of hellish bloodshed.

The ground was covered with countless corpses and debris, shattered helmets, empty ammunition clips, and bullet shells scattered everywhere, blood pooling and flowing together, truly resembling a rain of blood.

But the war was far from over, it had only just begun.

Tonight, was destined to be a sleepless night filled with slaughter and smoke, a battle that would be remembered as one of the greatest in history.

At this moment, on the edge of the city streets.

"Demon! He is a demon!"

"Retreat, all retreat!"

Unlike other war zones where both sides are stalemated, the battle here is completely one-sided, with dozens of well-armed German soldiers, their faces pale with fear, frantically running for their lives.

Not far behind them, in the dark alleys of the street, a tall, strong-looking humanoid monster slowly lifts a bloodied one-handed sword and steadily advances.

The humanoid monster, draped in a dark, horned exoskeleton, perfectly displays flowing muscle contours that would blend seamlessly with the night if not for the illumination of gunfire.

Its elongated, scarlet eyes, fearsome fangs, and wild, animalistic physique are the raw, venom-infused form of the creature known as "Kyle."

The alleys through which it passes are littered with the bisected corpses of over a dozen soldiers, their fresh blood still trickling onto the ground.

"Grenades! Throw all your grenades at will!" the German officer leading the group screams in terror, and the remaining soldiers immediately comply, tossing all their grenades behind them.

The deafening roar of the hand grenade explosions formed a continuous string, completely sealing off the street passage and blocking Kyle's figure with the surrounding collapsed houses.

"Ugh." The German officer let out a breath and sat weakly on the ground, releasing his fear with a loud laugh: "Haha, that monster is dead! Finally dead..."

His words were abruptly cut off as a bone-chilling coldness came from behind, the shadow cast by his tall frame enveloping him.

"Captain, behind you-" The remaining dozen or so German soldiers all looked towards the officer's back, as if they had seen the most terrifying thing in their lives, trembling as they backed away.

The German officer could not even stand up, let alone turn around, his teeth chattering as he croaked: "Shoot, continue shooting, shoot..."

'Pop!'

The razor-sharp single-handed sword descended from above, effortlessly penetrating the entire skull of the German officer.

"Captain!" A dozen German soldiers, tears streaming down their faces, bellowed in grief, anger turning to courage as they aimed their guns at the shadowy figure behind the German officer's corpse and fired.

In the next moment, the torrent of bullets struck the shadow and fell to the ground, revealing their futile final counterattack.

'Tsk tsk!'

Withdrawing the sword from the skull, Kyle pressed forward through the dense hail of bullets, diving to close the distance with the enemy soldiers and swiftly slicing horizontally, felling them like wheat in a field.

The battle in this small area soon returned to its original silence.

Kyle did not know how many enemy soldiers he had killed, it was all meaningless to him, lost in the atmosphere of this night of slaughter, his body still in a state of high excitement.

He stared silently at the enemy corpses, about to set off deeper into the warzone, when his eyes caught sight of a scene on the distant street and his steps abruptly halted.

Only a hundred meters away, on the streets, a squad of around ten German soldiers engaged in a fierce firefight with an enemy.

The man, who had been struggling with his firearm, quickly threw it aside and, unafraid of death, charged towards the group of German soldiers.

Like a lone wolf hunting its prey, the man rushed forward, bullets flying past him, his hands gripping a weapon like sharp claws, determined to fight to the death.

Whether it was courageous or foolish, the man charged towards the ten fully-armed German soldiers without any protection, the outcome of which is predictable.

Kyle, coldly watching the scene, had originally intended to leave, but the sudden turn of events in the battle made him tremble with shock.

But instead of dying under the gunfire, the man successfully broke through the German soldiers, his weapon quickly reaping the lives of the soldiers, blood splattering everywhere, his speed of killing almost as fast as Kyle's.

In the blink of an eye, the ten German soldiers had fallen dead to the ground, only to see the man standing alone on the battlefield, his figure quickly disappearing into the night.

The headgear of the venomous battle suit fell off, revealing Kyle's handsome face, his eyes now filled with shock and disbelief.

"Could it possibly be him? How could this be?!"

This is the world of Marvel movies, the world of the Avengers, how could that person possibly exist...

Without hesitation, Kyle immediately accelerated and set off towards the location where he had just spotted the individual.

In mere seconds, Kyle arrived at the scene of the massacre, quickly surveying his surroundings and confirming that there were only ten dismembered bodies lying in pools of blood on the ground, the lone wolf of a man was nowhere to be seen.

Kyle examined each of the fatal wounds on the German soldier's bodies, many located on their necks and chests, all three deep claw marks penetrating their bones, all clean and precise kills.

His mind wavered, unable to calm his emotions.

Could it truly be him?

Kyle sunk into contemplation, quickly sensing something else and sharply turning towards the corner of an alleyway beside the street.

In the darkness of the corner, a middle-aged man dressed in Soviet soldier battle attire nonchalantly walked out, leaning against the wall of the alleyway, pulling out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket and slowly lighting it.

He sported a cool head of jet black hair, a chin adorned with a rugged beard cascading down both cheeks, his countenance rugged and exuding a potent masculinity.

The middle-aged uncle savored a drag of his cigarette, coldly regarding the figure of Kyle standing beside the corpse of a German soldier, blowing out a plume of smoke as he queried, "And who might you be, American soldier?"