Chapter 88: The Iron Collar: A Cold War Spy's Choice

If it was said that sacrificing cards could allow a person's strength to increase rapidly, and even become stronger when facing a strong opponent, then the third brand new ability to draw cards could cover a team's forces with this characteristic.

"This way, after the second world war, the plan to cultivate the family's forces can be improved by a big step," Kyle thought to himself.

Previously, even if there was a plan to cultivate forces, it was only the giant ancient Dragon Turtle Island as the embryo of the territory. Only the ability to draw cards could truly be considered the foundation and foundation of the creation of a family.

Natasha, who was tied up, realized that Kyle's gaze on her was becoming more and more strange. She could not help but bite her lips and turn her face away. "Hmph, men … are all animals who think with their lower bodies. Even the American heroes are no exception."

"I won't end my life here …" Natasha quietly sized up her surroundings. The cold and narrow interrogation room, and she was tied up with a rope and a collar.

"What are you observing? I told you, don't even think about escaping," Kyle snapped out of his thoughts of the future blueprint and looked at Natasha, whose head was spinning nonstop, and said coldly.

Natasha's pretty face was slightly unwilling as she complained in a low voice, "You can do that, but can you untie me first? That way, everyone can feel more comfortable."

"Comfortable? What nonsense is this?" Kyle glared at her coldly, and then said gently, "Natasha, is your dream only to become stronger? If I can make you stronger, then do you still want to go back to the Red Room Organization?"

"You want to instigate me?" Natasha's eyes were messy, and she directly refused, "It's not up to me to choose whether to go back to the Red Room or not. If I betray the organization, they will also send agents to kill me."

"If you join my side, you won't be afraid of a mere Red Room Organization," Kyle snorted coldly, but he also fell silent and fell into deep thought. Right now, his words were not very persuasive. No matter how strong he was, it would be difficult for him to fight against the elite secret service of a superpower. Moreover, although he was a major general of the United States, the human resources in his hands were mostly from the country.

He did not have a trump card that could make Natasha betray the Red Room Organization, so this conversation would have to wait.

"You should think about it on your own. I can't promise much now, but from now on, I can at least guarantee your personal safety," Kyle said as he stood up from the chair. He pulled out the sodium-carbon steel sword from his back and slashed forward.

In the next moment, the ropes around Natasha's waist were broken and fell to the ground.

"In the future, you will," Natasha's words, Natasha, Natasha, Natasha, Natasha. Natasha hurriedly said, "At least take off the collar around my neck!"

"Just stay here. I will have someone bring you food regularly. Don't even think about escaping," Kyle shrugged. He had already walked out of the door and locked it behind him.

If she wanted to escape, he could send an American army to guard her. She would probably be able to escape. However, if she really wanted to leave the Red Room, then she would silently accept that she was locked up in a state where she could not escape.

This game was also a little psychological trick. The warship was about to set sail. Kyle planned to slowly deal with this matter after the battle.

"He's really leaving?" Natasha, who was left alone in the interrogation room, sat in the chair, feeling depressed. She tilted her head and thought about Kyle's suggestion. Betray the Red Room and join his side?

"No matter how I look at it, this is the worst choice." Natasha scratched her head in annoyance. She simply didn't want to think about it anymore and just lay on the table.

Many years later, Natasha, who was also the spokesperson of a top family and the deputy director of S.H.E.L.D., would say this to the media when she visited, "No one, not even I, could have imagined that the most important turning point in my life was actually being a captive with a collar around my neck."

... On the deck of the battleship, the scorching noon sun shone directly on it. Thousands of American soldiers in combat uniforms and holding guns lined up neatly. Their gazes were all focused on a cold-looking young man in a general's uniform.

"The anchor has been raised..."

"All naval sailors on the battleship are in position!"

"The captain and deputy captain are ready in the control room!"

"All combat soldiers are ready! Get ready for battle!"

Fury finished his report and put down the communicator in his hand. He saluted the young man by the railing at the bow of the ship. "It's almost time to depart! Major General Kyle, please give the order!"

"Exactly, that's all I need to do." Fury nodded, relieved. He knew that Kyle was not a person who needed to be worried about on the battlefield.

Kyle's reputation as a super soldier had long been known by all. He had once single-handedly killed a German tank division, and had also led the charge on the front line to break through the enemy's defenses. He was a true war god on the battlefield.

As the battleship approached the coast of Normandy, the sound of gunfire and explosions could be heard in the distance. Kyle's eyes narrowed as he gazed at the enemy's fortresses and tanks in the distance.

"It's time to go to war." Kyle said with a cold voice, and then turned to Fury. "Inform the army that we're going to attack."

"Yes, sir!" Fury saluted and immediately contacted the other side of the communicator to convey the orders.

The battleship approached the shore and the soldiers began to disembark. Kyle led the charge, with his sword in hand, as he charged towards the enemy's defenses.

The battle had begun, and Kyle's fierce fighting spirit was already burning in his heart. He would not rest until the enemy was completely defeated and France was liberated from their grasp. He was determined to do whatever it takes to achieve victory.