Prologue

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It was an abnormally cold night at the rebel Fort Churchill in Brazil. Ever since the fort had been attacked and taken over by the rebels two months ago, nothing had happened. A single guard stood at the gate, yawning and just trying to keep his eyes open. As you may have guessed, he was not alone. The Guard was standing there, minding is own business, when a shadowy figure appeared through the dark rain forest.  He stepped into the light, just enough so the guard could see him. The Guard lifted his rifle and yelled at the man.

"Who are you? What do you want? If you do not comply I will shoot!" he said. 

The Man stood there, grinning. He started walking towards the guard, smiling devilisly. The guard opened fire, but none of the shots hit. It seemed the bullets just glided out of his way. 

As the man got closer and closer, the guard began to panic. He took out a pistol and took one shot. The man smiled and seemingly teleported behind the guard, killing him instantly killing him with a gunshot to his head.

He then teleported to the camera room, where he killed the other guards.

He then proceeded to kill every person in the base. 

Who was this mystery man? 


Adolf Hitler. 

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