Do You Trust Me?

Chapter 39: Do You Trust Me?

A piercing siren tore through the sky, shattering the tranquility of the glacial mountains.

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

"Did Steve mess up over there?"

Kyle raised an eyebrow and was about to climb onto the roof to head to the front of the train. However, upon seeing that the train was about to enter a mountain tunnel that could only accommodate its body, he quickly retreated back into the carriage and shut the door.

As the train entered the tunnel, the light inside the carriage dimmed, with only a faint illumination remaining.

Kyle looked down the passage in the train car. The access points at both ends of the passage in each car were equipped with automatic mechanical doors, which had been completely locked down from the driver's cabin.

He couldn't afford to worry about that any longer.

Kyle thought, a semi-transparent blue Item Card materialized between his outstretched fingers. The next moment, an Energy Laser Gun quickly solidified into a real object, held firmly in his hand.

He aimed the muzzle at the tightly shut passage door of the carriage and pulled the trigger!

'Chii!'

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

'Chii, chii, chii!'

All the sealed passage doors of the train cars were forcibly blown open by Kyle's Energy Laser Gun, leaving the cars he passed through in a state of disarray.

"Should be here." Kyle looked at the fifth door and aimed the Energy Laser Gun at it again. The steel mechanical automatic door was directly melted by the laser, and the energy blast even dispersed the smoke in the driver's cabin carriage ahead.

"This is..."

As the tragic scene in the driver's cabin came into view, even Kyle's eyes widened in surprise.

On both sides of the driver's cabin carriage, huge holes had been blasted through the steel outer shell of the train, revealing the rapidly passing tunnel walls and the sparks kicked up by the wheels.

The floor of the driver's cabin carriage was covered in shattered bone fragments stained with crimson blood, as if caused by a suicide bombing. The smoke and fire originated from the train's control console.

Steve sat wearily on the floor of the carriage, with a bald professor lying unconscious beside him. Kyle recognized him as the target of this mission.

"Kyle, you're here." Steve looked up at Kyle, his fists clenching so hard they creaked, as if enduring immense pain.

"What happened here? How did it get like this? Are you injured?" Kyle threw away the Energy Laser Gun in his hand, quickly stepped forward to help him up, and then asked, as if realizing something, "Right, where's Bucky?"

"This is all my fault. I underestimated them," Steve sighed, unable to suppress his grief. "Bucky. To save me, he was thrown out of the train by the blast wave from the driver's bomb, falling into a snow-covered valley hundreds of meters deep."

Is it the same fate again? The Winter Soldier.

Kyle's expression remained unchanged. He knew that although Bucky wouldn't die, his future would be more painful than death, being controlled by a foreign government as a dehumanized war machine for over half a century.

Kyle wasn't good at comforting people, so he could only pat Steve's shoulder and say, "Try to look on the bright side. 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 professor onto his shoulder, and said with renewed determination, "But the mission is considered complete – the target tried to bite down on the poison capsule in his mouth to commit suicide, but I knocked him out."

"It seems the intelligence was correct. Hydra operatives all like to keep poison in their mouths for suicide," Kyle nodded, contemplating, "Then all we need to do now is safely extract the target from here."

"That's the problem." A bitter smile appeared on Steve's resolute face as he pointed to the smoke-filled and fiery control panel. "That powerful explosion not only blew open the steel bodies on both sides of this carriage but also destroyed the train's control console. Now, the train is in an out-of-control state, constantly accelerating."

"Indeed, the train's current speed must have exceeded 150 kilometers per hour, and it's still accelerating. It's impossible to stop it now."

Kyle looked at the sparks flying from the wheels and quickly thought of a solution.

At such high speeds, even jumping off the train would be life-threatening, let alone the fact that there were cliffs or snow-filled ravines on both sides of the train.

If it were just one person, he could directly use Stealth's forced teleportation. But there was also Steve, and a hostage target – it was completely unfeasible.

Steve offered his suggestion: "It seems we can only head towards the carriages at the rear of the train and separate the connection between the engine and the rear carriages. Hopefully, that will stop the train."

Kyle shook his head and rejected it: "You're thinking too simply. If I remember the glacial map around here correctly, once the train exits this long, straight mountain tunnel, it has to turn immediately. At this speed, even if the engine and carriages are separated, the carriages won't have enough time to stop and will derail and fall."

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

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

"Ah." Steve was slightly taken aback, then replied without hesitation, "Of course! In this world, if I don't trust you, who else can I trust?"

"Then don't do anything." Kyle smiled mysteriously. After making the decision, he felt much more relaxed, his expression easing with no sense of crisis.

He said with certainty, "When the train rushes out of the tunnel and derails, if I tell you to jump, you take the hostage and jump towards the valley cliff."

"Jump off a cliff?" Steve looked at Kyle in surprise, still completely bewildered. The bottom of the cliff wasn't a deep river, but a frozen, hard river surface.

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

"Okay, if you tell me to jump, I'll jump." Steve didn't ask any further questions. He adjusted the target hostage on his shoulder and prepared himself, facing the tunnel wall.

It only took a dozen seconds. As the train, traveling at over 200 kilometers per hour, rapidly reached the end of the tunnel, the darkness was instantly dispelled by the outside daylight.

The blinding white light outside made Steve squint.

At the same time, the train began to shake violently, and the wheels completely shattered, sending sparks flying!

'Crack!'

The roaring train should have turned according to the tracks, but due to the excessive speed, it suddenly left the rails at the turning point and rushed towards the hanging cliff—

The cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, poured into the carriage. The feeling of weightlessness as the train was about to fall became palpable.

"Steve, jump!"

Before Kyle could finish speaking, he had already jumped out of the carriage.

Steve didn't hesitate. Carrying the hostage, he resolutely followed Kyle and jumped out of the train, plummeting down from the cliff hundreds of meters high.