Chapter 131: Winter Soldier
Moscow.
Nazi forces had once reached the outskirts of Moscow, and the protracted war had left the city devastated.
Even now, parts of the city remain in ruins. However, as one of the high-ranking generals, Ivanovich's residence was situated in a heavily guarded and elegant central district,
showing little trace of the war.
Ivanovich was in high spirits lately. The Nazis were suffering defeat after defeat, and the Allied victory was only a matter of time.
As a high-ranking general who had experienced the entire war, he was certain that his personal status and honors would be comprehensively elevated after the conflict ended.
In addition, he had recently visited Gregory's secret laboratory, and the results of the experiments filled him with elation. Given more time, he could create enough enhanced soldiers, and then he might even have a chance to ascend to the highest power in the nation!
President Ivanovich—that seemed like a fitting title. He gulped down the vodka in his glass, feeling a surge of heat deep within his body.
"What's going on? Not ready yet?"
Ivanovich shouted.
A submissive voice came from outside the door.
"The general, everything is ready and can be brought to you at any time!"
Ivanovich rubbed his hands together, looking impatient. "Bring her in quickly!"
His residence was a duplex; behind his spacious office was a private chamber of the same size.
The fireplace inside was burning brightly, making the room over 70 degrees Fahrenheit, and the flames made Ivanovich's face flush.
He quickly removed his shirt, grabbed a bottle of liquor, and sat down on the edge of the bed. Just then, the door to the outer room opened, and a soldier led in a figure completely shrouded in a white cloak.
"General, here's the person for you..."
"Get out!"
Ivanovich's eyes were fixed on the slender figure, and he shouted sharply.
The soldier nodded hastily, took a few steps back, and quietly closed the door.
"Remove your hood and let me see you,"
Ivanovich took a swig of liquor and laughed loudly.
The figure in front of him lifted the hood covering her head, revealing an extremely pale face.
Her skin was as smooth as porcelain, and her golden hair flowed loosely. Her eyes were somewhat vacant, like a doll.
But this slightly wooden appearance did not detract from her overall beauty.
On the contrary, it added an otherworldly quality.
Looking at the woman's long, pointed ears, Ivanovich swallowed hard, a crazed hunger flashing in his eyes.
"Haha, I've been with so many women, but I've never tried an elf before!!"
"Let me see how an elf differs from a normal human!" He said, quickly stripping off his remaining clothes and leaning back on the soft couch by the bed.
"Take off your clothes and slowly walk over here!" Ivanovich commanded.
Hearing his words, the elf standing before him, like a puppet on strings, reached out and untied the ribbon around her neck.
The heavy cloak fell away, revealing her pale body.
Ivanovich's eyes widened, a wild, guttural growl escaping his lips. His arousal intensified, and he cried out impatiently, "Come here! Come here!"
A flicker of hesitation crossed the elf's eyes, then she subtly moved closer.
Ivanovich opened his arms, ready to grab her, but the elf's previously blank expression hardened, a ferocious glint appearing on her face. Her eyes regained their clarity, then erupted with boundless killing intent.
Ivanovich jolted, instantly sobering up halfway. He opened his mouth to shout,
but before a sound could escape his throat, the female elf lunged forward, slamming her knee into Ivanovich's chest.
Ivanovich screamed, sent flying by the force of the impact. He gasped for breath, nearly suffocating.
Elves' physical abilities far surpassed those of humans; even a female was far stronger than Ivanovich.
Immediately, the female elf picked up the wine bottle Ivanovich had placed beside the bed, casually smashing the bottom. The sharp edge aimed straight for Ivanovich's throat!
"Help!"
Ivanovich frantically retreated, but the sharp edge was relentlessly approaching, getting ever closer to his throat.
Just as his throat was about to be pierced, the female elf's body stiffened, and a large metal hand appeared on her slender neck.
It was this hand that prevented her from advancing any further. Her pale face flushed crimson, but no matter how much she struggled, it was futile against the overwhelming strength.
At this moment, Ivanovich trembled with fear; he could even feel a cool sensation on his neck.
He was just a hair's breadth away from dying at the hands of this woman.
"Ugh... ugh!"
the female elf screamed. Just as she raised the wine bottle to throw it, a crisp snapping sound came from her neck, followed by sharp pain. In a dizzying spin, she completely lost consciousness.
"Ah...ah!!"
"Who told you to kill her?"
Ivanovich roared furiously, staring at the elf's broken neck and lifeless eyes.
"Do you know how much I had to negotiate to get this elf!"
He examined the elf's completely limp neck, and only muttered angrily when he confirmed she was completely dead.
"Her body is still warm, her body is still warm!"
After saying that, he looked up at the figure standing by the bed. "Get out of my sight, do you want me to put on a show for you?"
The person he was scolding was a dark-haired man about six feet tall. He wore a half-metal mask on his face, obscuring his features, only revealing a pair of cold and empty eyes.
He wore a black, tactical suit, and explosive power seemed ready to burst forth at any moment as he moved.
Hearing Ivanovich's shout, the man showed no emotion. He clenched his fist and retreated without saying a word.
Just as he approached the bedroom door, he seemed to hear something. He swiftly drew his pistol, aimed, and began firing wildly at the door.
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"
A barrage of gunfire erupted, sending splinters flying from the intricately carved wooden door.
Ivanovich, having finally gathered himself, heard the gunfire and collapsed in terror.
He stared at the man firing frantically, a surge of rage rising within him. "Damn it, what's wrong with you?!"
Just then, the bedroom door seemed to be struck by a tremendous force, detaching from the frame and flying towards the dark-haired man.
The man nimbly retreated, not only dodging the attack but also reloading his weapon in the process.
As soon as he regained his footing, he raised his gun and fired again.
"Bucky, are you insane?!"
"It's Mason!"
Mason's angry voice came from outside the door.
Chapter Unlock Conditions
500 Power Stones → 1 Chapter
10 Reviews → 1 Chapter
30+ advance chapters on P4treon: DarkFoxx