Marvel: Mr. President

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8 Months Ago, on a plane to London,

"What's this?" Logan asked. He was in his military uniform, this time he had been given a promotion and was officially a Major.

Hector showed off a few small balls. He carefully picked them, "This is a new kind of explosive that gets activated by the sound on a certain special frequency. I want you to infiltrate Normandy beaches and then install these bombs in each big gun and enemy bunker present. When the time comes, we will just have to play a sound on a certain frequency and these will detonate. In an instant taking away all the firepower of the enemy."

Logan was amazed by this small 1-inch diameter ball. He was sceptical, but since Hector was so boastful about it, it must be good. "It will be done, General."

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Present-day,

As the Allied soldiers landed, shocking them, contrary to the heavy machine-gun fire, artillery and rocket launchers they had expected, all they met with were some Germans with normal automatic rifles.

This made the entire fight one-sided since the Allies had more than twice the number of soldiers of the enemies. Over 50,000 soldiers were fighting an army of 150,000. The blood bath that was supposed to wash away rivers of Allied force's blood was instead blood of Germans.

It was the biggest reversal in the history of reversals. Moony ran around the beach like a rocket cutting bodies of enemies. Soldiers ran around, taking over one bunker after another. The Flame throwers were doing overtime burning the enemies alive.

It was not a pretty sight to see but a necessary one. Hector knew it, and he didn't care much. All these men had red markers on their heads. This meant that they were bound to hell no matter what they did now.

He just slowly walked towards the enemy camp to set up a command post. He was slow because he was giving time to the soldiers to clear things up. Since the Allies had greater firepower at this point with their many Sherman tanks, the siege was much easier. The beach was easily crossed over and the ridge beyond was not very challenging.

Where in original history it would have taken the allies 6 days to secure the beaches, here it only took them 1 single day. It took so long because a few Germans holed up in bunkers, refusing to come out.

In normal history, throughout the entire Battle of Normandy, over 425,000 Allied troops and German troops were killed, wounded, missing, or taken as prisoners. This includes over 209,000 Allied casualties, 125,847 were U.S. ground troops and 83,045 were 21st Army Group men (British, Canadian, and Polish ground forces). Germany had about 200,000 casualties who were killed or wounded and about 200,000 who were captured as prisoners of war.

Here, because of Hector's swift plan and execution, the Germans had no time to ask for reinforcements. The Allies also only lost 3 thousand soldiers during this entire day's war.

However, the only reason Hector made so many efforts to make this legendary battle as short-lived as possible was his main motive. As soon as all the beaches were secured, ships started to dock in the harbour and he gathered all the Allied Generals.

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Omaha beach,

General Eisenhower was head over heels for Hector's great plan, "That was the most fantastic tactic I have ever seen, General. How did you do it?"

"War secrets, my friend. And it's a technology that's too sensitive. But we have Major Logan to thank for living inside enemy lands for 8 months and plotting all this. But, let's move on. The win was just one of many to come.

"We are not going to stop here, gentleman. Our destination is Berlin. Before that, all armies and German strongholds will be destroyed by us. It's time we begin Operation Free Justice. It is time our boys get to go back to their damn homes and feel the warmth of their loved ones.

"If we do it right, many of us may just be able to be home by Christmas. Eisenhower, gather all the commanders and brief them. I will survey the route we shall be taking."

All 6 Generals saluted him and left the tent. At the same time, Logan entered, now much happy and relaxed. Killing calms his nerves it seemed. As soon as he saw Moony, he hugged the living hell out of the cloudy boy.

"Logan, get ready, we're not stopping. Berlin is our destination and the date by which we must finish this is 1st November." Hector ordered him.

Logan smirked, understanding the tactic, "You want to use Hitler as your ticket to another term?"

Hector didn't even hide the fact, "Damn right, I'm gonna be the president people can feel proud of for eternity. I have a lot of work to do in American society, Logan, and for that, I need absolute support. We leave in three hours, prepare for everything."

*Woof* ~Dad, I wanna see the big antenna,~ Moony barked.

A second later, Hector realised what he was asking, "Oh, you mean the Eiffel Tower? Of course, our next first destination is Paris. We are going to first liberate the entire France, Belgium and the southern Netherlands."

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With the Allies reaching Paris, and soon liberating Belgium, the Germans launched a final offensive in the west, known as the Battle of the Bulge, in an attempt to re-conquer Belgium and split the Allied forces along the German border.

Sadly for them, it did not happen. Hector, who had reached Luxembourg, ordered Logan and Moony to go to Belgium and wreak havoc on the German troops. They did what they were best at and sent the German army into a retreat.

Luxembourg was annexed by the Third Reich as part of Gau Moselland. German authorities declared Luxembourgers to be German citizens. The royal family of this small nation had taken refuge in the United States, away from the troubled and dangerous Europe. Hector had already taken over the nation and made it a point of entry into Germany.

Truly, Germany was surrounded by all sides, this reminded Hector of a strange meme he saw back in his past life of a blonde innocent girl on a sofa surrounded by five big dudes in underpants. Nazi Germany was like that right now.

Poland was gone, now under Allied troops, the giant army of 3 Million soldiers from America, the UK, India, Poland and Canada were on the move. Not to mention, far behind them was the Soviet Red Army of millions.

Slovakia, Hungary, Serbia, Greece and most of the nations surrounding Germany had been liberated. It was already accepted that the Allies had won and Germany was just a wounded tiger.

In the corridors of power in Nazi Germany, the various Generals were forming factions, deciding on how to surrender to the Allies, of course, with terms and conditions. Hitler was having none though, surrendering was not an option in his book.

"THE ARYAN DREAM IS NOT TO BE TRIFLED!" he said to his Generals. He seemed nothing but a maddening fool at this point and nobody cared about him anymore. Their house was literally on fire, all they could think of was to save their asses and their wealth.

Many of them found different ways to head out to Argentina on a ship, with all their wealth and disguised identities. Sad for them, they were walking into a trap. The great President Washington had his webs spread around the world.

Soon enough, Hitler started to feel anxious because the news of more towns and cities being taken by Allies was coming every day. The Germans were getting no wins anywhere.

Sitting alone in his bunker in Berlin, just after cooling himself off with his lover/secretary, he felt like he had failed in everything. His whole dream of Aryan supremacy was gone. All the territories that Germany won in so many conflicts were gone. For the second time, Germany was losing.

"I won't allow them to have their final victory. If I fall into their hands, it will be complete humiliation." he thought and swiftly picked up a pistol from his table drawer.

Quickly he aimed the muzzle at his temples, his finger on the trigger. His entire life flashed in front of his eyes, the dreams, his childhood, all the beatings from his father, the rejection from the art school, finding out he only had one ball. He remembered how great he felt whenever people used his name to salute each other.

A pathetic little narcissistic drop of tears dropped from his eyes and he muttered, "Hail... Hitler,"

*BANG*

The sound resounded in the underground bunker, his eyes were closed, his body fell from the chair due to the immense momentum. His old body was not strong enough for this, he was not superhuman. He never got a great pill of immortality from Schmidt either.

However, no brains or blood splattered. All he felt was a demonic laugh from the ceiling and a taunt, "Hahahaha... not this time, funny moustache."

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