You Trust Me?

Chapter 39

The piercing blare of the horn tore through the sky, completely shattering the silence of the glacier mountains.

The out-of-control steel train roared forward, belching thick smoke. Its speed on the tracks continued to climb, showing no sign of slowing down.

"Did Steve screw things up?"

Kyle raised an eyebrow and was about to climb out onto the roof and head for the front of the train. But when he saw the train was about to enter a mountain tunnel barely wide enough for its body, he quickly retreated into the carriage and shut the door behind him.

The train entered the tunnel, and the carriage grew dim, with only faint lights providing illumination.

Kyle looked down the passageway inside the train. Automatic mechanical doors had been installed at both ends of every carriage passage, and they had now been completely locked from the main driver's cabin.

There was no time to worry about that.

As Kyle thought this, a translucent Blue Item Card appeared between his outstretched fingers. In the next instant, an Energy Laser Gun rapidly materialized in his hand.

He aimed the muzzle at the sealed passage door and pulled the trigger!

'Sizzle!'

The locked mechanical door was instantly blasted to pieces by the laser. Holding the Energy Laser Gun, Kyle stepped through the passage and hurried toward the driver's cabin at the front of the train.

'Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!'

Every sealed carriage passage door along the way was forcibly blasted apart by Kyle's Energy Laser Gun, leaving the carriages behind him in complete disarray.

"This should be it." Kyle looked at the fifth door and fired the Energy Laser Gun at it once more. The steel mechanical door was directly melted away by the laser, while the energy blast dispersed the thick smoke in the driver's cabin ahead.

"This is..."

When the gruesome scene in the driver's cabin entered his sight, even Kyle's eyes widened in shock.

On both sides of the driver's carriage, the steel train shell had been blown open with enormous holes, revealing tunnel walls rushing past outside and sparks flying from the wheels.

The floor of the driver's carriage was covered with shattered bone fragments stained crimson with blood, as if someone had used their own body as a bomb. The smoke and flames came from the train's control console.

Steve sat wearily against the floor of the carriage. Beside him lay an unconscious bald professor, whom Kyle recognized as the target of this operation.

"Kyle, you're here." Steve looked up at Kyle. His fists clenched so tightly that they cracked, as though he were enduring tremendous pain.

"What exactly happened here? How did it end up like this? Are you hurt?" Kyle tossed aside the Energy Laser Gun, strode forward, and helped him up. Seemingly realizing something, he asked, "Right, where's Bucky?"

"It was my fault. I underestimated them." Steve sighed, unable to suppress his grief as he said, "Bucky... He tried to save me, and the blast pressure from the bomb on the train driver threw him out of the train. He fell into the snowy valley hundreds of meters below."

So he still suffered the same fate? The Winter Soldier.

Kyle gave nothing away on his face. He knew that although Bucky had not died, his future would be even more painful than death—controlled by a foreign government and turned into a war machine stripped of all humanity for more than half a century.

Kyle was not good at comforting people, so he could only pat Steve on the shoulder and say, "Try to move on. As a soldier, dying on the battlefield is common. Don't let this affect the mission."

"I know." Steve took a deep breath, hoisted the unconscious bald doctor from the ground onto his shoulder, and said with renewed resolve, "But the mission is more or less complete. The target tried to bite down on a poison capsule in his mouth and kill himself, but I knocked him out."

"Looks like the intelligence was right. Hydra personnel all like to keep poison in their mouths for suicide." Kyle nodded and considered the situation. "Now we only need to get the target out of here safely."

"That's the problem." A bitter smile appeared on Steve's resolute face as he pointed at the smoking, flaming control console. "That powerful explosion not only blew open the steel body on both sides of this carriage, but also damaged the train's control console. The train is now out of control and continuously accelerating."

"Indeed. The train should already be traveling over one hundred and fifty kilometers per hour, and it's still speeding up. There's no way it can stop now."

Kyle watched the sparks flying from the wheels and rapidly considered a solution.

At this speed, even jumping off the train would threaten his life, not to mention that on either side of the train were either sheer cliffs or snowy valleys.

If it were only himself, he could directly use Stealth's forced teleportation. But there was also Steve, as well as a target hostage—it was completely impossible.

Steve offered his suggestion. "It looks like we can only move toward the rear carriages and separate the connection between the locomotive and the rear cars. Hopefully, that will allow the carriages to stop."

Kyle shook his head in refusal. "You're overthinking it. If I remember the glacier map around here correctly, as soon as the train leaves this long, straight mountain tunnel, it has to make an immediate turn. At this speed, even if the locomotive separates from the carriages, the carriages still won't have time to stop before derailing and falling."

Steve asked gravely, "Then what do we do? We can't just do nothing and wait for the train to derail and fall, can we?"

Kyle fell silent for a moment, then suddenly stared directly at Steve and asked, "Do you trust me?"

"Huh?" Steve was slightly startled, then answered without hesitation, "Of course! In this world, if I don't trust you, who else would I trust?"

"Then don't do anything." Kyle smiled mysteriously. Having made his decision, he seemed far more relaxed, his expression devoid of any sense of crisis.

He said with certainty, "When the train rushes out of the tunnel and derails, the moment it falls, when I tell you to jump, take the hostage and jump toward the valley cliff."

"Jump off the cliff?" Steve looked at Kyle in astonishment, still utterly confused. At the bottom of the valley was not a deep enough river, but a frozen, hard river surface.

"Don't you trust me?" Kyle shrugged.

"Fine. If you tell me to jump, I'll jump." Steve did not press further. He secured the target hostage on his shoulder and faced the tunnel wall, readying himself.

Only a dozen or so seconds later, as the train traveling over two hundred kilometers per hour rapidly reached the end of the tunnel, the darkness was instantly driven away by the daylight outside.

The blinding white light outside made Steve squint involuntarily.

At the same time, the train they were in began to shake violently, and the wheels completely shattered amid showers of sparks!

'Crack!'

The roaring train should have followed the tracks around the curve, but at its excessive speed, it suddenly left the rails at the bend and shot straight into the open air above the cliff—

Freezing wind mixed with snowflakes poured madly into the carriage, bringing with it the weightless sensation of the train about to fall.

"Steve, jump!"

Before Kyle had even finished speaking, he had already leapt out of the carriage first.

Without a second thought, Steve carried the hostage and resolutely jumped out after Kyle as well, falling from the cliff hundreds of meters above.