Chapter 2938: Special Treatment for Madmen

"Suka!"

He roared and thought it was bad, but it was too late.

The SS bastard who rushed towards Alsim with open arms, howled and hugged Alsim's waist, holding him tightly.

The flying force of more than 100 pounds and nearly 200 pounds, even Alsim, who was running wildly, could not withstand this force. He was thrown to the ground sideways on the spot, and even the weapon in his hand flew out of his hand and flew far away, losing his weapon instantly.

"Oh! It seems that you have to stop. Trouble always comes to you, doesn't it?"

Indeed, he didn't expect that there would be a subordinate who would help him. To be more precise, he didn't expect that among the few subordinates on the first floor, there would be a living person who could move at this time.

Looking at Alsim who was thrown to the ground, he was fighting with his own big-headed soldiers with bare hands, and Alsim, who was attacked and fell to the ground, was temporarily in a passive and suppressed state.

Heisenberg, who got the advantage but still acted like a good kid, was indeed very bold. It might be that he was really extremely confident in his strength, which led to this guy not only daring to stop and watch the joke, but even had to mock Alsim a few more times.

"Come to me after the trial is over, huh? If you can survive until then, I'll wait for you on the way to the roof! Don't die! Uh hahahahahaha——"

Madness, cruelty, murder, crazy criticism

All the words related to "perversion" seemed to be born specifically for the SS leader in front of him. He was standing here and was simply the living spokesperson for these words.

Being pressed down by the crazy SS soldier, Alsim really couldn't get up immediately for a while. He subconsciously wanted to raise his gun to shoot this pervert, but he squeezed his right hand and was surprised to find that his hand was empty.

Alsim was too focused and didn't even react immediately when his gun was knocked away.

"Damn Suka! You son of a bitch, don't run! I'll kill him first!"

Alsim, who was directly fighting with the enemy, was unwilling to miss the opportunity. Even though there was little hope, he was still trying his best to fight. While cursing and delaying his opponent's steps, he was also fighting with all his strength, trying to defeat the little bastard in front of him in the shortest time and then get down to business.

Unfortunately, although Heisenberg was crazy and insane, he was not stupid.

Seeing that the battle on the second floor attic had ended, there were even Russians chasing him from the first floor.

He turned the double guns in his hands and took back the two holsters on his left and right waists in a blink of an eye. Because the "20-shot box gun" was huge, the holsters on the waist were even bigger. Hanging it on the left and right waists would really look like hanging two bricks and look very eye-catching.

"Save your harsh words for next time, I'll listen. Let's deal with the matter at hand first."

"See you later! Fellow!"

"Fuck!"

Looking at the figure of Heisenberg turning around and running away, the furious Alsim was so angry that he wanted to kill someone on the spot.

Obviously, the Nazi soldier in front of him, who seemed to be of decent size, but was inferior to Alsim in terms of body movement and strength, naturally became the best target for the "Slavic Superman" to vent his anger.

"I'm going to fucking kill you! Bastard!!!"

Alsim roared, regardless of being pressed under him, and pulled out his right arm that was pressed under his knees, swung his fist as big as a sandbag, and aimed at the face of the Nazi soldier who was about to punch him and punched him directly.

Bang——

The power of this punch was so strong that the fully armed SS soldier weighing more than 100 pounds was hit by Alsim's punch and covered his nose, consciously changing the state of suppressing the enemy. For a moment, the taste and smell were like a seasoning box that had been overturned, and all the sour, sweet, bitter and spicy flavors rushed to his head at the same time. In an instant, he felt dizzy and unstable.

"Damn Russian pig!!!"

The SS soldier was unwilling to give up even at this point. His mind was insane and he had no intention of surrendering. He didn't mind being left behind by his boss as a tool to delay time.

There was only one thought in his mind

Kill him! Kill this damn Russian pig! He must be killed here even if he has to fight to the death!

Alsim, who was released from the suppressed state, was about to stand up, and he had no time to stand up with one hand on the ground, but he saw the crazy SS soldier took out a grenade and raised it like a hammer and rushed towards him again, not caring at all that his nose bridge was broken by a punch and a huge amount of blood was oozing out.

The situation was obvious. Seeing this, Alsim could guess with his heels that this idiot was really determined to die and was going to rush over to die with him.

It was too late to get up and fight back at this moment. If Alsim really did that, he would be knocked to the ground again by this crazy soldier waving a grenade before he could even stand firmly.

By then, except for an explosion with blood and flesh splattering, everything would be too late.

Alsim, who was quick-witted, had no time to think about it. He immediately changed his standing posture to take the initiative to attack. He used his right hand to support the ground with one hand, and swept his leg with great force on the spot, aiming at the madman's ankle and rushing straight at him.

"Woo!"

There is a very simple basic truth in hand-to-hand combat: the power of legs must be greater than that of fists.

If a punch can make the enemy's nose crooked and eyes crooked, and scream, it is not difficult to imagine the power of this sweeping kick with full force.

The SS soldier was kicked in the ankle by Alsim, and it was as if his bones were broken. He screamed and fell to the ground, and fell all over.

But even so, he still held the grenade, intending to make a last-ditch effort to throw it at Alsim, and raised his hand to pull the trigger.

However, the Slavic Superman's actions are always one step faster than others. So far, there has only been one case of failure, and he doesn't plan to do it again.

When the SS soldier pulled the trigger and didn't have time to raise his hand to throw.

Using the remaining force of the sweeping kick, Alsim, who had already stood up, rushed forward a second earlier and snatched the M24 grenade that he couldn't hold tightly because of the pain.

He changed his grip to an ice cone, locked the enemy's throat with his left hand and pressed his head tightly, and fell down with a thunderous hand holding it upside down, directly stuffing the smoking grenade into the enemy's mouth.

"Fuck you, Naz!"