The Truth Revealed by a Single Shield Throw

The entire waterfall... was a door?

What the hell kind of nonsense was that? Had this kid spent so long in the ice and snow that his brain had frozen solid?

"What kind of damn joke is this?!"

These veteran soldiers would rather believe the enemy had become gods than believe that the natural wonder before their eyes was fake.

Among the crowd, only one person was an exception.

Logan.

This old monster who had lived for over a century still lounged against the icy rock wall, arms folded across his chest. His beast-like eyes, as if capable of seeing through people's hearts, swept back and forth between Chu Hang and the massive waterfall.

There was none of the others' ghostly shock in his gaze, only an almost tangible scrutiny and curiosity.

As a mutant with top-tier beast senses, he could not smell anything wrong or hear any unusual sounds.

Everything here felt perfectly normal to him.

But his instincts, those instincts tempered at the edge of life and death countless times and more accurate than any instrument, were screaming warnings at him.

—This mysterious Eastern kid named Chu Hang never did anything unless he was sure of it.

From the Normandy landings to this deep penetration behind enemy lines, had this kid not created enough "miracles" already?

In the strange dead silence, only Howard continued chattering through the communicator like a frantic old mother, trying to use pale words like "science," "logic," and "reason" to pull Chu Hang back from the cliff of "superstition."

However, Steve Rogers ignored him completely.

Captain America merely stared fixedly at Chu Hang. In eyes bluer than the clear skies over the Alps, there was not the slightest trace of doubt, only a pure, almost blind trust.

Chu Hang had earned that trust through