Reborn with Steve Stand
Chapter 82:

"Where is this again?" exclaimed Fang Mo, astonishment evident in his voice. sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ NʘvᴇlFire.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of nøvels early and in the highest quality.

Upon hearing the name of the place, Fang Mo was struck with disbelief.

"They claim this is Auschwitz..." The other person appeared taken aback by Fang Mo's outburst, visibly shrinking and nervously continuing, "They say we'll be subjected to forced labor, imprisoned, but before that, apparently, we have to take a shower."

"A shower?"

Fang Mo felt his eyelids twitch, and as he looked up, he discovered two rows of showerheads lining the walls around him, some adorned with aged tiles.

And unmistakably, he also noticed several covered metal openings on the ceiling, their purpose becoming self-evident.

"Holy…"

"What did you say?"

The man next to him appeared extremely anxious. Upon hearing Fang Mo's words, he hastily inquired, "Do you know something? You don't seem like a local, and why weren't you asked to change clothes?"

"..."

Fang Mo remained silent, fixing his gaze on the walls.

"What... What are you thinking?" The man grew increasingly uneasy under Fang Mo's scrutinizing stare, involuntarily taking a step back as he questioned.

The man seemed bewildered, but before he could react, an eerie noise emanated from above the ceiling.

The people in the shower room were already terrified, and upon hearing this peculiar sound, including the man standing before Fang Mo, they all glanced upward at the ceiling.

What they beheld filled them with sheer horror.

The metal covers above abruptly opened, revealing soldiers wearing gas masks, who glanced down at them before indiscriminately tossing two smoking canisters into the room.

"What... What is this!?"

At the sight of this spectacle, the man beside Fang Mo instantly panicked. "They deceived us! This isn't a shower room at all! I... I want to get out!"

Having said that, he frantically pushed his way toward the door, relentlessly pounding on it.

In fact, many people realized that something was amiss and began rushing toward the exit or any other possible escape routes, their screams and pleas filling the air as they attempted to flee this living nightmare. Regrettably, the heavy metal door had long been locked from the outside, rendering their cries futile.

To be honest, Fang Mo was also witnessing such a scene for the first time.

The individuals surrounding him screamed, cried, and fought desperately to distance themselves from the two smoking canisters on the ground.

Under the threat of impending death, these individuals resorted to frantically scratching at the metal barrier with their fingernails, persisting even as their fingers became bloodied and mangled.

Frowning at the grotesque sight, Fang Mo kicked the walls.

Boom!

A gust of air surged forth like waves, the impact of Fang Mo's kick akin to a detonation. The thick iron walls, weighing several tons, shattered instantaneously, hurtling outward.

The guards stationed behind the door were instantaneously reduced to minced meat, unable to react before meeting their demise.

He then controlled the force, waving his hand to disperse the smoke in the area, sending it flying into the sky.

"What is happening!?"

"Those individuals had explosives!"

An alarm suddenly blared outside, followed by a surge of guards wearing gas masks who rushed in, brandishing their firearms and unleashing a barrage of bullets into the gas chamber, towards the individuals trapped within.

Fang Mo didn't even bother to evade; the bullets struck him with a resounding clang.

Supported by his Tinker's Construct Armor and his formidable physique, these ordinary projectiles failed to breach his flesh.

Fang Mo casually clenched his fist, producing a series of popping sounds.

The guards before him were promptly crushed by the irresistible force of gravity, their bodies reduced to a mass of flesh and blood, staining the room with their crimson remnants.

The entire scene descended further into chaos. Countless people screamed and retreated, while those trapped inside desperately tried to resist the smoke that had infiltrated their bodies. With every passing moment, someone would collapse, writhing in agony. In short, it was a scene reminiscent of hell itself.

After dealing with the guards, Fang Mo walked out.

"Did I arrive a bit too early?" he mused aloud.

Gazing at the various iron and electric fences that lay ahead, Fang Mo couldn't help but rub his forehead. "If I recall correctly, X-Men is a modern movie, right? Why have I been transported to a place where Jews were held captive... Moreover, hasn't World War II already ended? Is this some elaborate scheme to transport me here to witness Führer wrath?"

(Führer - Adolf Hitler)

As soon as he finished speaking, a sizable contingent of soldiers emerged from a distance.

Upon hearing the commotion, almost all the guards in the area began swarming towards Fang Mo.

However, rather than launching an immediate attack, the soldiers encircled Fang Mo, and a man who bore the semblance of an officer stepped forward from among them.

"Who authorized this?" the officer inquired, his confidence seemingly bolstered by the presence of the surrounding soldiers.

"Who authorized me?" Fang Mo paused upon hearing the question, then instinctively retorted, "Um... What if I said I was sent by Stalin? Would you believe that?"

"Kill him!"

Upon hearing this, the officer, whether or not he believed Fang Mo's words, issued the order outright.

"Kill him!"

Fang Mo, observing this, deliberately echoed the words, his tone fierce.

Then he summoned his Stand. Steve, brandishing a golden sword, surged forward and cleaved one of the soldiers in half. Strangely, the soldier, upon being severed, exhibited no signs of struggle or pain but rather gazed blankly ahead, gradually losing his life force.

Meanwhile, Fang Mo stood there, a smile adorning his face.

Bullets struck him, igniting sparks, yet they failed to breach his defenses.

Eventually, it appeared that the final soldier could no longer endure the situation and launched a rocket at Fang Mo.

Upon seeing the rocket projectile, Fang Mo didn't do anything; such an attack meant nothing to Fang Mo now.

In the next instant, a resounding explosion ensued as the rocket detonated against Fang Mo's chest.

Flames surged forth, rapidly engulfing his figure. Witnessing this, the soldiers reveled in their belief that even an adversary capable of withstanding bullets would succumb to a rocket blast.

However, in the subsequent moment, amidst the inferno, Fang Mo's furious cry pierced through.

"M-My pants!"

Upon hearing this exclamation, the soldiers' eyes widened in disbelief. In their minds, they couldn't fathom anyone enduring a rocket explosion with their body.

But before they could ponder further, a voice of despair resounded from the front.

"Universal Push!" (SHINRA TENSEI)

With these words, a rapidly expanding spherical force field materialized amidst the flames, causing the ground to upheave under its tremendous force. The soldiers had no time to escape, immediately colliding with the repulsive field. The lighter ones were flung away, while the heavier ones were crushed by the overwhelming pressure or transformed into mist, carried away by the gale.

Soon, the repulsive field ceased its effect.

Fang Mo, his attire in tatters, emerged from the pit wearing an expression of annoyance.

"I suppose now I know why SuperMan wears his pants on top of his suit," Fang Mo remarked, glancing at his shredded pants and comically feigning distress. "Well, well, well, would you look at that, I became no pants man!"

However, just as he jestingly mocked himself, he caught a faint sound of footsteps up ahead.

Fang Mo looked up and beheld a man with black-framed glasses and blond hair approaching him.

Swiftly recalling the plot and timeline of the X-Men, Fang Mo soon recognized the man's identity. If his memory served him right, the man should be the mastermind and primary antagonist of the X-Men, as well as the leader of the Hellfire Club.

Sebastian Shaw, also known as the Black King.

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