Kyle Has Arrived

Steve Rogers, Captain America.

As one of the veteran heroes of the original Marvel world at this stage, he possessed the Perfect Physique of a Super Soldier, an exceptional tactical mind in battle, more than a dozen combat skills, and the sturdy, highly functional Adamantium Shield.

To some extent, his strength was among the very best throughout World War II. He was a warrior with the greatest heroic radiance.

Unfortunately, Kyle had appeared out of nowhere with his Card Draw Ability, leaving Steve in the awkward position of "Why was there a Zhuge Liang when there was already a Zhou Yu?"

After all, Kyle's brilliance was simply too dazzling. Both had begun as soldiers, and both were Super Soldiers, yet whether in personal strength, individual achievements, military rank, or even influence and deterrence as American Heroes, Steve could only ever be the lesser one by comparison.

That made Steve fight even harder during missions. He wanted to prove he deserved the title of Captain, repeatedly trying to take the lead and clear the way before Kyle.

'Crack—'

Steve stared coldly at the enemy motorcycles rapidly closing in through his rearview mirror. As he kept accelerating, he pressed a device button on his motorcycle, and steel cables immediately shot out from both sides of the vehicle.

Three or four enemy motorcycles in front were instantly caught. Their riders and vehicles were tripped by the steel cables, tumbling violently into the snow-covered ground.

The remaining enemy motorcycles swerved around the cables and continued their pursuit, only to rush headlong into the flames jetting from the rear of Steve's motorcycle. Wailing, they fell into a small sea of fire, followed by a series of explosions.

Having easily shaken off the enemy motorcycles, Steve looked up at the main gate of the Hydra base entering his view. Seeing the large number of guards pouring out to meet him with energy weapons in hand, he placed the shield from his back in front of the motorcycle as protection.

Amid the bombardment of energy tank cannons and the dense lasers fired by energy guns, Steve drove his motorcycle at full throttle and charged straight through the base's main gate!

This motorcycle had been modified by Howard himself, so it naturally came with plenty of Black Technology devices. It had not only cable launchers and rear flame jets, but also a self-destruct device—

The moment Steve leaped off the motorcycle and flew into the Hydra base, the motorcycle continued forward and crashed into the main gate. The powerful explosion instantly blasted a gap through the half-open steel gate, reducing more than a dozen guards around it to nothing but scattered remains.

"Again!" Steve shouted, shield in hand, charging alone and ferociously into the mass of enemy guards. With the bearing of one man facing an army, he began fighting dozens of guards.

At the same time, on a snow-covered mountain less than a hundred meters from the side of the Hydra base's main gate, several thousand American soldiers lay silently in ambush, awaiting the right moment in the plan.

At the very front of the army, Kyle and Fury crouched at the snowy edge, watching Steve fight bloodily through binoculars.

Fury said in amazement, "That guy Steve may only be serving as bait, but he's really starting to fight more and more like you."

"No." Kyle gently shook his head and said slowly, "This is what his true style should be."

Because he symbolized only America's justice and protection, people believed Steve's offensive ability was weak.

In truth, forever charging at the forefront of war as a solitary vanguard, using his shield to defend everything and strike enemies from every direction—this was Captain America's true form.

Next, according to the original plan, Steve was still defeated under the siege of an endless stream of armed guards and was taken into the base under guard.

Only when he saw the base gates fully open again did Kyle nod and issue his order. "Second Lieutenant Fury, lead the army in a direct assault on the base's main gate. Destroy every piece of equipment inside, then surround this place immediately. Don't let even a single Hydra member escape."

"Understood." Fury nodded, then looked thoughtfully at Kyle. "You're going to use a cable pulley to launch a direct assault inside?"

"Of course. If I go any slower, that Red Skull will get away. I have to enter the base first and stop him." As Kyle spoke, a cold glint gathered in his azure eyes, and a faint killing intent spread from him. "It's also time to settle the old score from last time."

At that moment, inside Hydra's final underground base, in the hall on the second floor above ground.

Steve was restrained by two armed guards and escorted directly into the hall, where they stopped before a man with a hideous crimson skull-like face.

That man was Schmidt, the founder of Hydra—also known as the Red Skull.

He stared coldly at Steve standing before him and said contemptuously, "You really have inherited the Americans' arrogance, and then some. You actually came here alone to die."

"Professor Erskine escaped from me and gave everything to you and that Kyle."

At this point, Red Skull gritted his teeth. His furious, twisted expression made his face even uglier—both Steve and Kyle were Super Soldiers, yet he was inferior to them, and had even been disfigured into this state!

"The professor told me you were a complete lunatic, unworthy of what he had." Steve smiled mockingly.

"Shut up! He was only jealous of my extraordinary talent! And what makes you so special?" Red Skull roared, clenching his fists before driving one into Steve's stomach.

"Cough." Steve coughed painfully and was struck directly to his knees on the hall floor.

Red Skull looked down at him and drew a modified Energy Pistol from his waist. "Captain, let me end your life."

At the brink of life and death, Steve instead began to smile. "Didn't you ask what makes me special? Sorry, I'm just a small kid from Brooklyn District, New York, but I have a brother."

The instant his words fell, a black figure slid down a hanging steel cable from outside a second-floor window of the base, smashing through the glass and crashing into the hall.

The two guards standing by the window had just turned toward the sound when the young man in black combat gear rolled across the floor, completely dispersing the impact. As he sprang up, he drew a sharp one-handed sword from behind him with his left hand and lunged forward with a swift diagonal slash.

'Splat!'

As if slicing watermelons, the heads of the two fully armed guards flew high into the air—

It had all happened too suddenly. From the black-clad youth's surprise entry to his flying attack that killed the two guards, barely half a second had passed.

When everyone in the second-floor hall looked over, all they saw was the cold young man standing there with a sword in hand, expressionless as he stared at them. Behind him, four severed pieces of the two bodies formed a bloody backdrop.

"Kyle! Kyle from the American army is here!" Someone in the second-floor hall shouted first, and a suffocating terror immediately coiled around the hearts of most of them.

Hydra members had been brainwashed into absolute loyalty and feared no death, but that did not mean they had lost the capacity for something called fear.

And in this world, the only enemy who could truly make them feel fear was the young man before them.