Carbon Sodium Steel Sword

"All right, since Kyle has said so, Steve can use this shield."

After thinking for a moment, Howard said, "There's actually another piece of equipment. Its overall value may not compare to this shield, but its killing power is many times greater."

"Stop keeping us in suspense. Hurry up and bring it out," Kyle urged.

"Just a moment." As Howard spoke, he opened another airlift crate and took out an object resembling a longsword. The hilt was just large enough to grip in one hand, while the rest was covered by a leather scabbard.

"This is—" Kyle's gaze locked onto the item as a blue card message swiftly surfaced before him.

Carbon Sodium Steel Sword: A finely crafted longsword made from Carbonium Alloy. Blue Item Card.

Carbonium was a radioactive metal. Though less hard than Adamantium, it possessed excellent ductility, allowing the blade to be forged exceptionally thin. This sword was tough and sharp, capable of suppressing the body's healing factor and inflicting permanent wounds.

It lacked a rare prefix, but its blue quality alone proved that it was no ordinary piece of equipment.

"A longsword made of Carbonium Alloy." Kyle took the sword, gripping its icy hilt as he drew the blade from its leather sheath. A cold gleam immediately flashed through the basement.

It was a one-handed sword. Its guard had been lengthened to form a cross with the blade, and the edge had been forged to the utmost sharpness. No one would dare question whether it could cut through iron like mud.

Howard explained, "The Carbonium Alloy for this sword came from the Russians, and there was only enough to make this small one-handed sword. I designed its style after the Middle Ages. I hope you like it."

"I do." Kyle nodded directly, unable to hide the satisfaction on his face.

With the Vibranium Bracer as defensive equipment, what he needed most now was an offensive weapon. In fierce battles against German troops wielding New Energy Weapons, the Nepalese Kukri was gradually failing to keep up with the intensity of combat.

This Carbon Sodium Steel Sword was perfect for replacing that kukri, whose blade already bore numerous worn nicks.

"All right, then. One of you carries a shield, and the other carries a sword. As the team's leaders and strongest fighters, you'll have even greater confidence in attacking and destroying the German Factory Base."

As if recalling something, Howard said to Kyle, "Tell me what you want for your Combat Uniform later. I can make it tonight. That way, both of you will be fully equipped."

Kyle nodded. In truth, it only required modifications based on Captain America's Combat Uniform. If its main color scheme, pattern design, and mask were removed, he could barely accept it.

Steve said, "Our team is more or less assembled. We have exactly five hundred men. With German New Energy Weapons as the main armament and conventional weapons as support, we can equip an elite assault force."

"Looks like once the intelligence officers finish their analysis and the orders from above are put into effect, we can begin tomorrow." The corners of Kyle's lips rose slightly, while an icy glint surfaced in his eyes.

Red Skull, let's see how long you can keep hiding!

Seeing Kyle's expression turn cold, Fury subconsciously stepped back half a pace. For the first time, he felt sorry for the German troops. After all, they had been targeted by a God of Slaughter.

Another day passed.

That morning, the Colonel Officer at the Training Base finally obtained official deployment orders after an hour-long discussion with the general.

Second Lieutenant Kyle would serve as the supreme commander, alongside team leader Captain Steve. The two would lead a force of five hundred men into enemy territory, cross thirty miles, and launch an attack on the first Factory Base!

The operation was designated: Operation White Star!

That afternoon, in the base's basement.

Carter strode quickly through the corridor, looking around as if searching for someone, before jogging straight toward the laboratory.

The moment she opened the laboratory door, a powerful explosion tinged with faint blue light erupted inside. Two people in research uniforms were hurled away by the blast wave and crashed to the floor in a sorry state.

"Stark, are you all right?" Carter called out, staring in surprise at Howard and his assistant sitting on the floor.

"It's nothing. We were just studying that German New Energy Weapon." Howard climbed to his feet and asked in confusion, "Why are you here? Aren't Kyle and Steve about to depart?"

"That's what I wanted to ask you!" Carter looked around the empty laboratory and frowned. "I thought the two of them were here preparing with you."

Howard shook his head. "No. Kyle came by last night to take the Combat Uniform, but I haven't seen either of them since. They may be assembling the team in the plaza."

"Those two really never stop worrying people." Carter stamped her foot and hurried toward the base plaza.

When Carter arrived at the Training Base's main plaza, she found it packed with soldiers. They stood on tiptoe in excitement, eagerly trying to squeeze inward for a better view.

Just then, a stern voice rang out from the very center of the crowd. "On my command, everyone sit down where you are!"

Swish!

More than a thousand American soldiers immediately sat down in silence, and the bustling plaza fell quiet in an instant.

At the outermost edge of the crowd, only Carter, who had just arrived, remained standing there in a daze.

Following her gaze forward, she saw the five hundred armed troops preparing to depart gathered around the inner circle, while the remaining soldiers from the Training Base formed an even larger outer ring.

Within the empty circular area five meters in radius stood two tall, powerfully built young men, facing each other.

One wore a blue-and-white Combat Uniform, with a silver star symbolizing American justice emblazoned across his chest. He wore a dark blue mask that covered his face and carried a colorful metal round shield on his back.

The other wore the same style of Combat Uniform in black and gold, with a rotating cross symbolizing death on his chest. Since he wore no mask, his sharply handsome face was exposed, and a leather-sheathed one-handed sword was strapped to his back.

"Steve, Kyle, what exactly are you doing?" Carter stared at the two men being watched by so many soldiers in the plaza, still completely baffled.

Inside the central area, Kyle stared straight at Steve and said coolly, "Steve, are we really doing this? It's almost time for the operation to begin."

"Yes! Let's treat it as an early warm-up." Steve spoke firmly, clenching both fists and assuming a close-combat stance.

"I won't hold back." Kyle narrowed his eyes. Though he did not know why Steve had suddenly proposed a fight before their departure, there was no reason for him to back down.

Steve said resolutely, "Please use all your strength."

"Very well." Kyle smiled faintly. He did not draw the weapon on his back either, instead raising his fists and taking a similar close-combat stance.

I heard you always end up evenly matched with everyone?

Then today, I'll give you another proper lesson.