Three Hundred and Eighteenth King Returns

The Six of Hearts jumped out of the car, held guns in both hands and pointed at the pursuers, "Boom! Boom!" and fired indiscriminately. It's a pity that he didn't have many bullets in his pistol, and he used up all the stock in the magazine in less than 10 seconds.

However, the special forces of the German army used all mp-44 assault rifles. Each rifle contained 32 rounds of bullets, so they quickly regained their advantage and began to shoot violently to suppress the Six of Hearts. .

At the beginning, Six of Hearts dodged left and right, but then he couldn't dodge the dense firepower, and got shot in the leg, so he had no choice but to lean in the corner and find a terrain that could cover himself. But when he stopped like this, the snipers in the dark had room to play.

"Aren't you tired after hiding for so long?" The sniper held the G43 rifle with a scope, sneered and pulled the trigger. "Bang!" With a gunshot, the muzzle of the g43 shot out flames, and a bullet flew out of the muzzle, drawing a beautiful straight line in the sky, and piercing the six of hearts' chest.

Six of Hearts was changing the magazine for the pistol when he was shot in the chest suddenly. . He raised his head and looked towards the roof in the distance, only to realize that there were already two snipers in ambush there. He shook his tall body and lay face up on the ground.

"Ghost, Paul, I have tried my best... These Germans are much better than the opponents we trained... But I still blocked them, you are safe now..." Six of Hearts looked up Looking at the somewhat gray sky, he whispered softly with his blood-foaming mouth.

But just when he was about to close his eyes with pride and satisfaction, a black figure roared past in the sky with the roar of an engine, followed by the second and third. These Crusader helicopters of the German special forces took the soldiers straight to the target without delay. After several helicopters flew by, a plane stayed right above the Six of Hearts, seeming to monitor his position in the sky.

"Fly... an airplane?" One last thought flashed into Six of Hearts' minds. He didn't understand why airplanes don't have wings. He didn't understand why airplanes could stay in the air. But he had already started to lose temperature, so he didn't need to think about it anymore. These weird questions too. Only, his eyes, which were about to close, no longer had the strength to close them, and just stared straight at the plane above, lifeless.

On the road, Paul was driving a car, half of his clothes were already soaked in blood. When rushing past those special forces just now, the driver's seat who was hit by the fire attack was obviously shot the most. Paul's thigh and arm were hit, and a bullet hit his side rib. It may have hit some organ, and the blood gushed out unstoppably.

"Ghost! I'm going to die!" Paul said with difficulty, sweating profusely, "I didn't expect the German Führer's Guard to be so powerful. I might not be able to go back to England."

While arranging the pistol in his hand, the ghost said without raising his head: "Don't talk nonsense,

Save your energy for escaping for a while, as long as we get rid of the pursuers, we can hide at the junction of the secret street, and the Germans will not be able to find us then! "

"Have you ever seen a person who survived after being shot three times?" Paul forced a smile, and while holding the car steady, he said, "You can't escape with me. You can hunt us down based on the bloodstains, so you better run yourself, I will drive them away!"

"Squeak!" Paul slammed on the brakes, pulled out the pistol from his arms with his still-moving right hand, put it in a convenient position, and then looked at the ghost: "I was just a thief, and I can serve the motherland. It is my honor! Please tell those who come to honor me that I would rather be an agent than a thief..."

Paul frowned, then pursed his lips and nodded, opened the door and jumped out of the car, running towards the side alley. Paul shook his head to keep himself awake, then started the car and drove on.

The blood stained his pants, and his consciousness was a little blurred, but Paul still controlled the car mechanically and rushed forward desperately. At this time, the German helicopters had already caught up, and the roar of the engines echoed in the streets and alleys. The German soldiers had aimed the machine guns on Paul's car, waiting for an order from above, and then they would pull the trigger and fire. .

And in front of the gate of the head of state's mansion, Akado was looking at the Junker noble officer who was pressed to the ground in front of him with a frosty face. The wounds on his face looked so hideous, and his face that was even paler because of fright , with a suffocating coldness.

"Speak up, tell me everything you know. On the way to hell, you might as well have someone to accompany you." Akado stood in the wind with his overcoat on, not hysterical or furious, he just spoke calmly, but The people around couldn't help wrapping their coats tightly.

It is a coercion that can only be formed by being in a superior position for a long time, it is an aura that can only be bred in the palm of the hand, it is a kind of anger that can only be filled by a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​​​blood. At this moment, Akado finally transformed, from a person who traveled Those who go to the throne, become the all-powerful pinnacle emperor.

"Yes, they are British! They are British spies! They forced me to do this! They forced me to do this!" The Junker noble officer shouted loudly while struggling on the ground: "Let me go! Please let me go! I was persecuted! I was wronged! I was wronged!"

"I will personally order your family to be wiped out, and there will no longer be any records about you and your family in the world. Your son, your elders, and your ancestors will all become dust that never existed in history! "The devilish smile on Akado's face, at this moment he is no longer a gift from God, but the incarnation of the devil.

His blood-red eyes stared at the trembling Junker noble officer, and he seduced in a chilling tone: "Tell me the master messenger behind you, and I will avenge your whole family... say Bar……"

"It's William! My family has a deal with the eldest prince! There are many of them! I've told you everything I know! Please! Please let my son go! Please let my son go!" Na Rong The Ke noble officer cried and begged.

"I'm dead, the German emperor took back his throne, and you guys took back your own power. It's a good deal." Akado nodded and said with a smile: "I'm in a good mood now, and you are also very cooperative. So you You don’t have to suffer all kinds of torture, just go to die now.”

As he spoke, he took out his gun, which he hadn't used for a long time, and pulled the trigger on the Junker aristocratic officer underground. "Boom!" "Boom! Boom!" He emptied the magazine in one breath, and Akado threw the pistol to Gascoll beside him, then turned around and walked into the residence of the head of state, saying: " Get Fanny into my office!"

He paused, and then continued to order: "British spies should not be kept alive! I know who should be killed and who can be kept! Since I will not keep the damned, I will not keep the undeserved." If they don't know how to do it, then the confessions of these British spies are not so important."

"Obey! My head! Akado? Long live Rudolph!" Gaskol seemed to see the endless darkness from Akado's back, which made his eyes brighter. The head of state finally became flawless at this moment, becoming the god he had always yearned for in his heart.

He stretched out his right hand, stood at attention in the most standard posture, saluted a German, and shouted his sincerely convinced command.

"Also!" Akado walked forward without looking back, and said softly as he walked: "Why did the corrupt royal family collapse? Because they have already decayed and declined. So this kind of royal family that has been forgotten by the times is not worth it at all." No one deserves allegiance and respect. Go, kill them all, and let them know that the interests of Greater Germany are not their toys!"

"Yes! My head of state!" Gascoll replied with a smile: "Long live Akado Rudolph!"

At the end of the street, a rope was thrown from the helicopter, and a dozen elite soldiers of the 0th SS Division slid down the plane along the rope. Holding submachine guns, they cautiously approached the car that hit the wall of the building on the side of the street.

The wreckage of the car was emitting light smoke, and there were still two rows of bullet holes on the roof from the machine gun fire from the helicopter. The soldiers approached little by little, and finally saw clearly what was inside the car.

Paul leaned on the steering wheel, blood seemed to have drained. He fell there with a smile on his face, still clutching the pistol he was going to use to fight back. However, when the German soldiers approached the car, he had already lost blood and died.

At the end of another alley, the ghost smiled and put a pistol to his temple. Opposite him, there were more than 30 German soldiers with assault rifles. They were wearing black tactical vests, equipped with exquisite p-38 pistols on their waists, and their helmets were painted with black outer paint. They were written in white German characters "Inner Guard", one can tell at a glance that this is a well-trained elite force.

Behind these people, a soldier with a radio communication device on his back handed over the intercom to the commander beside him. The commander nodded after seeing the intercom, and immediately replied: "I obey! You can kill them on the spot."

"Boom!" Ghost pulled the trigger first, smashing his own head. The team that assassinated Akado was completely wiped out at this moment.

On the other side, Akado had already put his lips to the microphone and started his national speech. He leaned against the microphone and didn't make a sound for a long time. And all the people of Germany, who were standing by the radio, were anxiously waiting for the voice of their most revered head of state.