Chapter 293 One-Man Reinforcements

Under the brilliant golden sunlight, the metallic Helicarrier gleamed.

As the fighter jets pursued them, the small yellow car carrying Steve and the others raced at a speed far exceeding its limits.

Faint electrical currents crackled around the entire car, the engine and exhaust pipes had turned red hot, and the four wheels emitted continuous smoke and sparks. The car's front end seemed to lift slightly as it sped forward with a determined momentum.

Sam retracted his mechanical wings, flipped down, and entered the back seat through the open car door.

"Reinforcements? That's great! How many?" he asked.

"One person."

"What?!"

Inside the fast-moving car, after a brief exchange, they fell into a prolonged silence once again.

It wasn't until the fighter jets launched a collective missile assault that the silence was completely shattered.

The car, as if it had eyes in the back of its head, either swerved left and right or performed rapid maneuvers, evading the missiles. The missiles exploded on the Helicarrier deck nearby, turning an area within a thirty-meter radius into an inferno of flames and smoke.

Although the car managed to avoid direct hits from the missiles, its outer shell had been severely damaged, and burnt areas were still sparking with electricity. The Helicarrier deck had sustained significant damage, with several large holes that revealed the carrier's interior.

"We can't keep running like this. We need to figure out a way to deal with the fighter jets," Sam said with a furrowed brow.

"That's right. If we don't stop Pierce and the Helicarrier's reboot program, we'll end up losing," Natasha agreed, nodding.

"The fighter jets behind us are causing too much trouble; we need to deal with them first," Steve said calmly, his brow furrowed in concentration as he brainstormed strategies.

"Hey, didn't I tell you? We have reinforcements on the way," Vis interjected once again, hesitated for a moment, and then quickly corrected himself, "Not on the way... they've already arrived."

Behind the car, a fighter jet was preparing to launch a missile when something sharp and fast pierced through the aircraft's belly, splitting it in two. 

The rupture erupted in flames and smoke, and the upper and lower halves of the aircraft tumbled at high speed, crashing onto the deck below. The missile's explosion created a violent black hole in the Helicarrier's hull.

The reversal happened so quickly that not only did the other fighter jet pilots fail to react in time, but Steve and the others, who had received an earlier warning, were also stunned.

Swish!

The black streak that pierced the fighter jet slowed down, hovering in mid-air between the car and the jet.

It was a tall, dark lifeform with bulging, muscular features exuding a wild and dominant presence. Its long, crimson eyes coldly surveyed the fighter jets before its gaze fell on the small yellow car, causing it to shrug its shoulders involuntarily.

The car transformed into a screeching halt, its four wheels flattening out upon contact with the deck. The engine was partially melted into molten metal, and the entire vehicle emitted high-temperature steam.

Steve and the others coughed as they exited the car, gazing up at the dark lifeform that had single-handedly turned the tide of the battle.

"Did that lifeform just destroy an F22 fighter jet?" Sam slapped himself lightly, wincing as he rubbed his pained face. After dispelling the dream, the inconceivable reality struck him even harder.

With his own set of mechanical wings that allowed him to fly freely, he knew that facing a fighter jet head-on would be nothing short of suicide.

Advanced fighter jets were the pinnacle of human conquest of the skies, weapons of technology defending air supremacy. And an unknown dark lifeform singlehandedly destroyed one?

"Vis, why didn't you mention it earlier? This one-man reinforcement is him," Natasha recognized the identity of their reinforcement and was the first to breathe a sigh of relief, patting her rapidly beating heart to calm herself.

"What is that?" Steve asked, bewildered.

When he saw the dark lifeform, he felt a faint sense of familiarity, but he hadn't seen the full-coverage Venom mode, so he couldn't make the connection to anyone he knew.

Vis emerged from the wrecked car and hopped onto Steve's shoulder, expressing with certainty and respect, "That's the master!"

"Master... You mean that's Kyle?" Steve was stunned, his eyes fixed firmly on the dark lifeform in the sky.

Seemingly aware of his gaze, the dark lifeform lowered its eyes and spoke in a slightly hoarse voice, "What happened to you? Why are you in such a state?"

"I couldn't keep up; I'm an old-timer who can't keep pace with the modern era," Steve replied with a self-deprecating tone, shrugging.

"Leave these to me. You guys go intercept Alexander Pierce and reboot the Helicarrier's system program while you're at it," Kyle said. 

Before Kyle could finish speaking, a missile was rapidly headed towards him. He turned back, and his left arm's muscles swelled into the shape of a dark hammer.

"Don't you know the rules? Don't interrupt me when I'm talking."

Without any evasion or avoidance, Kyle effortlessly raised the hammer in his left hand and swung it at the missile that had reached him.

Boom!

It was unclear if the missile had self-destructed or if it was shattered by the hammer, but a massive explosion buried Kyle beneath the surging shockwaves.

Kyle flapped his wings, causing a gust of wind that dispersed the mist of the explosion. He was unscathed, suspended in mid-air, and held a fragment of the missile's wreckage in his other hand.

Tearing apart fighter jets and smashing missiles...

In the face of these extraordinary abilities, everyone on the scene was in a state of confusion.

And this was just the beginning.

"Here's your souvenir." Kyle released the wreckage from his right hand, allowing it to fall to the ground. He then raised his right foot, gathering his strength to kick the metal fragment like a soccer ball.

Even though it was just a piece of metal wreckage, with the force of over ten tons behind the kick, it transformed into an unusual metal projectile. In the blink of an eye, it crossed a distance of fifty meters and collided with the silver fighter jet, which was still accelerating.

The silver fighter jet had already performed evasive maneuvers in advance, but the rapidly moving metal fragment still grazed it, shattering half of its wing on the spot.

The out-of-control silver fighter jet descended at an angle, and when it was about ten meters above the deck, the cockpit's ejection hatch popped open, and the Winter Soldier leaped out decisively from the pilot's seat.

Boom!

The silver fighter jet crashed, causing the heavily damaged Helicarrier, which had already been hit by missile fire and riddled with holes, to sink about ten meters.

Under the terrifying power and intimidation, the other pilots were scared out of their wits. They turned their aircraft and retreated, hovering at a safe distance in the high sky.

This was the overwhelming dominance of Kyle!

The Winter Soldier landed on the deck, rolling several times to dissipate the force of impact. He stood up expressionlessly, as if he were a robot, and coldly gazed at Steve and the others.

Thud!

A blurred shadow streaked by, and when Steve and the others focused their attention, Kyle had already appeared in front of them, facing the Winter Soldier.

"Kyle!" Steve took a slightly nervous step forward, placing his hand on Kyle's solid muscles around the waist.

Kyle understood Steve's intention and said straightforwardly, "I get it. Nobody will fight you for Bucky; you handle him yourself."

"Thank you," Steve nodded, holding his vibranium shield, and walked past Kyle, heading towards Bucky step by step.

"One on the offense, one on the defense," Kyle shook his head and whispered, turning to look at the others behind him.

In the midst of the confrontation between Steve and Bucky, as a middleman, Kyle found himself in an awkward position. Left and right, there were men involved, and it was best to stay out of such situations.

(End of this chapter)

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