Sky Hunt

High above the Alps, under the fierce noon sun, the massive transport warplane hummed as it steadily climbed, soon breaking through the clouds and rising above a thousand meters.

It headed toward New York, beginning its journey across the Atlantic.

At that moment, beneath the transport warplane's rear landing gear.

Kyle gripped the Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword nailed into the wheel frame with one hand while clutching Steve tightly with the other. The two of them hung together beneath the aircraft.

"Kyle, are you okay?" Steve shouted. Under the immense wind pressure at such altitude, they could barely hear each other.

"I'm fine, but you should really lose some weight." Kyle complained as he used one arm to fling Steve up onto the landing gear. Only after Steve had secured his grip on the frame did Kyle plant his feet firmly on the wheel.

Beneath their feet lay the ever-rising sky, a sight terrifying enough to make anyone's heart pound.

"I know the basic layout of this transport warplane. Follow me." Steve waved and took the lead upward.

Kyle used the Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword to repeatedly drive it into the frame wall as support points, following behind to ensure their safety.

As Super Soldiers, both men were extraordinarily agile. Without mishap, they climbed up from the transport warplane's wheels in flight. Before long, they reached the underside of the rear cargo hold, opened the safety access hatch from below, and finally entered the transport warplane.

The rear cargo hold was spacious, filled at a glance with equipment that exuded a technological feel. Dim lights provided ample visibility.

"Kyle, look—" Steve seemed to notice something. His resolute face grew grim as he lowered his voice and gestured toward one side of the cargo hold.

Kyle followed his gaze and saw two strange-looking single-pilot aircraft parked in the rear cargo hold. They were smaller than ordinary single-seat fighters, with flat oval bodies painted dark green. Oddly, there were no visible ammunition ports or gun barrels on the exterior. Only their lower fuselages were fully three times larger than their upper halves.

There was no need to guess. Identification information from the Item Cards quickly surfaced.

Nuclear Bomb Plane: A single-pilot transport aircraft carrying a nuclear energy bomb. Its nuclear payload can easily destroy a large city. Blue rare Item Card.

Current status: Cannot be extracted. A single-use item.

Kyle's heart jolted. At last, he understood why Red Skull had been so confident he could wipe out the entire western coast of the United States.

There were two Nuclear Bomb Planes! If they entered American territory, even a superpower with the strongest military force would be unable to withstand it.

"Steve, find the rear cargo controls and drop these two planes straight into the ocean." Kyle spoke decisively. By his estimate, the transport warplane had already reached the airspace above the Atlantic.

If Red Skull succeeded in transporting the Nuclear Bomb Planes to New York, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Steve understood that as well and nodded in agreement. Just then, a squad of armed Hydra guards jogged into the rear cargo hold.

"Have we been discovered?" Kyle raised his eyes coldly. With the Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword in hand, he charged toward them, still urging Steve, "Hurry. I'll hold them off."

"Enemy attack! Open fire!" Seeing Kyle rush at them, the armed guards hurriedly fired their energy weapons.

In an instant, dazzling blue lasers illuminated the entire rear cargo hold.

"These idiots—" Kyle frowned. He was not afraid of the laser fire; he feared that their wild shooting would become the spark that accidentally detonated the Nuclear Bomb Planes behind him.

I don't want to be buried with you cannon fodder!

"Die!" Kyle's handsome face turned even colder. He gathered strength and hurled the Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword, piercing straight through the squad leader firing most fiercely and pinning him firmly to the metal wall of the rear cargo hold.

With such an immense danger lurking behind him, Kyle did not dodge. Instead, he raised his right arm clad in the Vibranium Bracer and continuously blocked the incoming energy lasers, preventing them from striking the Nuclear Bomb Planes behind him.

"Kyle, catch!" As if he understood Kyle's situation, Steve shouted and threw the Adamantium Shield in his hand over to him.

Kyle leaped up and caught the round shield. Holding it before him with his left hand to block the dense laser fire, he sprinted directly into close range before a guard.

The guard raised his Energy Laser Gun in terror. The next moment, Kyle's right palm covered its muzzle. The fired laser struck the Vibranium Bracer and reflected straight back, instantly vaporizing both the Energy Laser Gun and the guard's arm.

"Done!" Steve's voice rang out at just the right moment. As he operated the controls, the bay holding one Nuclear Bomb Plane opened first, dropping it toward the ocean over a thousand meters below the transport warplane.

As the bay opened, air from within the cargo hold surged outward, dragging several guards toward the opening.

Kyle smiled like a demon. Indifferently watching the one-armed guard kneeling on the ground and howling, he lifted him one-handed like a chick and hurled him out of the transport warplane through the open bay.

After that, the guards who still tried to resist were treated as cargo by Kyle and Steve, tossed one after another from thousands of meters in the air.

"Kyle!" Steve suddenly shouted. At some point, a guard had approached the second Nuclear Bomb Plane as it was being lowered, opened the canopy, and climbed into the cockpit.

Neither of them had time to stop him before the second Nuclear Bomb Plane was released.

"We can't let him get away!" Steve said, about to rush out through the bay, but Kyle stopped him at the last moment and yanked him back. They could only watch as the guard flew the Nuclear Bomb Plane away.

"Don't worry. We won't need to deal with him." Kyle spoke confidently, calmly looking out at the vast blue sky beyond the bay.

As if proving his words, beyond the visible open sky behind the cargo hold, a massive blue eagle tore through the clouds at tremendous speed, trailing a series of air currents as it swiftly pursued the departing Nuclear Bomb Plane.

"So you called Blue Eagle over." Steve watched Blue Eagle's distant figure and finally breathed a relieved sigh.

"It's the final battle in the European Theater. We can't afford to be careless." Kyle shrugged, tossing the shield back to Steve. He then pulled his one-handed sword from the metal wall and casually wiped the blood from its blade on a dead guard's clothes.

"All right. Hydra only has its final leader left." Steve took a deep breath, stood shoulder to shoulder with Kyle, and turned his reinvigorated gaze toward the transport warplane's cockpit door.

From five hundred feet underground to the skies thousands of meters above, it was finally time for the last ending.