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Chapter 1592 I'm Not a Sissy
However, the Red Tank seemed to be fine. It just shook slightly and continued to move forward slowly with a steady pace.

This scene was like a sharp dagger, piercing straight into the heart of the motherland and making him angry and ashamed.

His eyes were instantly filled with rage, and the burning anger seemed to devour the entire world.

Deep in his heart, an angry roar sounded like thunder: This again!
That damned Black Emperor Sebastian Shaw was able to handle the laser attack that he had fired at full force without any damage and with ease.

Now, this red tank that suddenly appeared from nowhere also treated his attack as nothing.

A strong sense of self-doubt surged in the hearts of the motherland. Could it be that the power that they were so proud of was really so insignificant and so vulnerable in front of these truly strong people?
Driven by rage, the Homelander had lost his mind and rushed towards the red tank desperately.

He raised his right fist high, as if that fist carried all his anger, unwillingness and humiliation, and with the force of breaking through the wind, he smashed it hard at the Red Tank, as if he wanted to smash the guy in front of him who had made him lose face into pieces.

However, the reality is extremely cruel.

His attack in front of the Red Tank was like a fragile egg hitting a hard stone, and he had no chance of winning.

The Red Tank's huge palm, like a palm-leaf fan, stretched out at lightning speed, leaving a blurry afterimage in the air, and accurately grabbed the fist of the motherland.

In the red tank's giant steel-like hands, the fists of the motherland seemed so small and fragile, just like an insignificant ant, with no power to resist and could only allow the red tank to grasp them at will.

Red Tank's thick wrist moved slightly. The movement seemed gentle, but it contained the power to destroy the world.

Immediately afterwards, there was a crisp and terrifying "crack" sound, like a bolt from the blue, which exploded without any warning in this already chaotic space.

In an instant, the motherland's arm broke like a fragile branch, and the severe pain from the broken bone instantly spread throughout his body like a surging electric current.

You know, the bones of the people of our country are much stronger than the toughest alloy in the world, and ordinary force can't cause any damage to them at all.

However, Red Tank was able to break his arm with its own tremendous strength, which was enough to prove how terrifying and powerful Red Tank's strength was.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The Homelander could no longer endure the excruciating pain and let out a shrill scream.

The piercing pain was like a surging tide that completely submerged his body and mind in an instant with overwhelming force. He felt as if he had fallen into an endless dark abyss, unable to find a glimmer of light and hope.

This severe pain was like an extremely sharp thorn that pierced deeply into his soul. In an instant, time and space seemed to be distorted, and his thoughts involuntarily drifted back to that dark and painful childhood, and back to that cold, gloomy laboratory filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.

In that dark laboratory, the young Homelander was nothing more than a test subject at the mercy of others, and was forced to endure all kinds of cruel experiments and torture countless times.

The physical pain and mental humiliation were like heavy shackles that bound him tightly.

At this moment, the painful memories of the past that were too painful to recall were intertwined with the tragic failure of the present like ghosts, forming a destructive force.

This force mercilessly hit his already fragile and twisted psychological defenses, which were like a shaky building in a storm. Under this double blow, it could no longer hold up and collapsed into ruins. Red Tank looked at his countrymen struggling on the ground, as tiny as ants, with a sneer of disdain on his face.

He stretched out his big hands as thick as tree trunks and easily grabbed the body of his countryman, his movements as casual as picking up a weightless chicken.

Then, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he exerted force suddenly, lifting his fellow countryman high up. Then, his arm drew an arc in the air and swung it downward fiercely.

The body of the motherland was like a cannonball fired from a gun, carrying with it a suffocatingly powerful impact force, and slammed heavily onto the hard ground at an extremely fast speed.

There was a loud "bang" and it seemed as if the earth was shaking. A deep hole was instantly smashed into the ground.

Around the big pit, dust rose into the sky like a mushroom cloud, and rubble flew everywhere like hidden weapons. The surrounding buildings shook slightly due to the huge impact force, and the window glass shattered with a crisp sound.

Homelander curled up at the bottom of the pit, his body shaking uncontrollably. The pain followed him like a shadow, tightly wrapping around him and making him almost unable to move.

At this moment, he could only lie there weakly, without even the strength to move a finger, his eyes full of despair and helplessness.

"waste!"

The Red Tank spat at the people of his motherland with disdain, and that contemptuous look seemed as if he was looking at a pile of worthless, disgusting garbage.

Then, he slowly turned around and once again cast his gaze at the soldier boy who was still stuck in the big hole in the ground.

The tall and mighty body of the Red Tank, against the backdrop of the dust, looks like an unshakable towering mountain, exuding a terrifying aura.

The Soldier Boy is completely different from the Homelander.

When he faced a sad or scary situation, he would only yell "Fuck" in his heart, but never had the intention of retreating.

Because there is no such thing as cowardice in his bones. He is definitely not the kind of sissy who is regarded as weak and incompetent.

At this moment, even though he was stuck deep in the pit, he gritted his teeth, supported the pit wall with both hands, and tried to break free from this predicament.

Every movement made him gasp in pain, and the sharp pain from the wound pierced his nerves like needles, but he relied on his strong willpower to not utter a sound.

The soldier boy stood up with difficulty, cursing in his heart: "This damn red tank, even if I risk my life today, I will never let you off!"

He knew very well that he was facing an opponent who was so powerful that he was almost abnormal, but the ruthlessness in his bones would not allow him to give up so easily.

When he finally stood up and looked at the Red Tank standing like a demon in front of him, he took a deep breath, calmed his rapid breathing due to the pain, and then shouted to the Red Tank: "Hey, big guy! Don't think you can succeed easily, I haven't fallen down yet!"

(End of this chapter)