Sky Hunt

Chapter 48: Sky Hunt

Above the Alps, bathed in the intense midday sun, the massive transport aircraft roared as it steadily gained altitude, quickly piercing the cloud layer to reach heights of over a thousand meters.

It then began its journey across the Atlantic Ocean, heading towards New York City.

At this moment, near the rear landing gear of the transport aircraft.

Kyle gripped the Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword, which was nailed to the wheel assembly, with one hand, while the other hand held onto Steve tightly. The two were thus connected, suspended beneath the aircraft.

"Kyle, are you alright?" Steve shouted. The immense wind pressure at this altitude made it difficult for even their voices to be heard.

"I'm fine, but you really should lose some weight," Kyle quipped. With a surge of strength from one hand, he flung Steve upwards towards the wheel assembly. Once Steve had a firm grip on the frame, Kyle finally planted his own feet on the wheels.

Below their feet, the sky continued to climb, a sight that made one's heart pound.

"I know the basic structure of this transport aircraft, follow me," Steve said, waving his hand and taking the lead in climbing upwards.

Kyle, meanwhile, used the Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword to repeatedly secure himself to the frame, using it as a support point to ensure his safety, as he followed Steve upwards.

As Super Soldiers, both of them possessed extraordinary agility. Without incident, they climbed from the wheels of the flying transport aircraft. In a short while, they reached the bottom of the rear cargo bay and then opened the access hatch from below, finally entering the interior of the transport aircraft.

The rear cargo bay of the transport aircraft was spacious, filled with equipment that exuded a sense of advanced technology. Dim lighting provided ample visibility.

"Kyle, look—" Steve exclaimed, his resolute face growing serious. He lowered his voice and gestured towards a section of the transport aircraft's rear cargo bay.

Kyle followed his gaze and saw two single-seater aircraft with peculiar designs parked in the rear cargo bay. They were smaller than normal single-seater combat aircraft, with a flattened, oval shape, painted in a deep green color. Strangely, they had no obvious weapon ports or ammunition. Only the lower half of the fuselage was a full three times larger than the upper half.

There was no need to guess; the identification information from the Item Card quickly appeared.

[Nuclear Bomb Plane]: A single-seater transport aircraft equipped with a nuclear bomb energy payload. The power of its nuclear detonation can easily destroy a large city. Blue rarity Item Card.

Current Status: Cannot be drawn. One-time use item.

Kyle's heart skipped a beat. He finally understood why Red Skull was so confident in his ability to flatten the entire west coast of the United States.

These were two Nuclear Bomb Planes! If these were allowed to enter national territory, even the strongest superpower would struggle to cope.

"Steve, find the rear cargo bay controls and drop these two planes directly into the sea," Kyle said decisively, estimating that the transport aircraft had already reached the skies over the Atlantic Ocean.

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

Steve understood this point as well and nodded in agreement. Just then, a squad of armed Hydra guards jogged towards the rear cargo bay of the aircraft.

"Have we been discovered?" Kyle raised his eyes coldly, gripping the Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword as he moved to confront them, adding, "Hurry, I'll hold them off."

"Enemy attack! Open fire!" The squad of armed guards, seeing Kyle charging at them, immediately opened fire with energy weapons.

In an instant, the rear cargo bay of the transport aircraft was illuminated by streaks of dazzling blue laser fire.

"These idiots—" Kyle frowned. He wasn't afraid of the laser fire itself, but rather of the stray shots becoming a fuse, accidentally triggering the Nuclear Bomb Planes behind them.

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

"Die!" Kyle's handsome face grew colder. He gathered his strength and threw the Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword, impaling the guard captain who was firing the most fiercely directly through the chest, pinning him firmly to the metal wall of the rear cargo bay.

Under the immense potential crisis, Kyle did not choose to dodge. Instead, he raised his right hand, which was equipped with the Vibranium Bracer, and continuously blocked the incoming energy lasers, preventing them from affecting the Nuclear Bomb Planes behind him.

"Kyle, catch!" As if sensing Kyle's predicament, Steve shouted and threw the Adamantium Shield he was holding.

Kyle leaped into the air and caught the round shield. He brought the shield up with his left hand to block the dense laser beams. While blocking, he charged forward and closed the distance to one of the guards.

The guard, terrified, raised his Energy Laser Gun. The next moment, Kyle's right palm covered the muzzle. The emitted laser struck the Vibranium Bracer and was reflected back, instantly disintegrating the Energy Laser Gun and the guard's arm.

"Done!" Steve's voice rang out. With the press of the control buttons he was operating, the cabin holding one of the Nuclear Bomb Planes was opened, and it was dropped into the ocean a thousand meters below the transport aircraft.

The opening of the cabin also caused the air inside the rear cargo bay to surge outwards, pulling in several guards who were sucked into the opening.

Kyle flashed a devilish smile, indifferently watching the guard with the severed arm wailing on the ground. He lifted the guard with one hand like a chick and tossed him out of the transport aircraft through the open cabin.

Following this, any guards who still attempted to resist were treated like cargo by Kyle and Steve, all of them being thrown from thousands of meters in the sky.

"Kyle!" Steve suddenly shouted. At some point, a guard had managed to approach the second Nuclear Bomb Plane being lowered and had opened the canopy to get into the cockpit.

The two of them didn't have time to stop it. The second Nuclear Bomb Plane was dropped.

"We can't let him get away!" Steve said, attempting to rush out of the cabin, but at the last moment, Kyle grabbed him and pulled him back. They could only watch as the guard flew away in the Nuclear Bomb Plane.

"Don't worry, we don't need to deal with him," Kyle said confidently, calmly looking out at the vast, azure sky outside the cabin.

As if to confirm his words, beyond the visible high altitude of the cargo bay, a massive blue eagle bird tore through the clouds at high speed, trailing a series of air currents, swiftly pursuing the gradually receding Nuclear Bomb Plane.

"So you called Blue Eagle," Steve said, looking at the silhouette of Blue Eagle, and a relieved sigh escaped him.

"The final battle in the European theater, no room for carelessness," Kyle shrugged, tossing the shield back to Steve. He then pulled his single-handed sword from the metal wall, wiping the bloodstains from the blade on the clothes of a fallen guard.

"Alright, only the final leader of Hydra remains," Steve took a deep breath and stood shoulder to shoulder with Kyle, bracing himself and turning his gaze towards the cockpit door of the transport aircraft.

From five hundred feet underground to over a thousand meters in the sky, it was time for the final conclusion.