Chapter 64: The Snowy Mountain Train Disaster

An ear-piercing whistle pierced through the air, completely breaking the tranquility of the glacier mountains. The steel train that had lost control rushed forward, billowing thick smoke. Its speed on the tracks continued to soar without any signs of slowing down.

"Steve messed up?" Kyle raised his eyebrows. He was about to climb onto the roof and rush to the front of the train. However, when he saw that the train was about to enter the cave tunnel that only allowed the train to pass through, he quickly retreated back into the carriage and closed the door.

As the train entered the tunnel, the light in the carriage dimmed. Only a faint light remained. Kyle looked at the tunnel in the carriage. There were automatic mechanical doors installed at both ends of the tunnel, but they had been completely locked by the main control room.

He didn't care. As he thought about it, a translucent blue item card appeared between his two fingers. In the next moment, an energy laser gun quickly returned to its original form and was held in his hand. He aimed the gun at the tightly shut door of the carriage and pulled the trigger!

"Chi!" The locked mechanical door was immediately shattered by the laser. Kyle held the energy laser gun and walked through the tunnel, quickly rushing to the control room at the front of the train.

"Chi, chi, chi!" The sealed doors of the train were forcefully blown away by Kyle's energy laser gun. The carriages he passed through were in a mess.

"We should be there soon," Kyle said as he looked at the fifth door.

He aimed the energy laser gun at the door and fired again. The door, made of steel and mechanical, was melted by the laser. The explosion of energy blew away the thick smoke in front of the driver's compartment.

"This is..." Kyle's shock was evident as he stared at the tragic scene in the control room.

There were huge holes on both sides of the room in the steel exterior of the train, through which they could see the walls of the tunnel and the sparks from the wheels as they quickly passed by. The floor was covered in blood and broken bones, as if someone had committed suicide by jumping.

The thick smoke and fire came from the control room of the train. Steve sat tiredly on the floor of the carriage, next to a bald professor who had fainted. Kyle recognized the professor as the target of their operation.

"Kyle, you're here," Steve said, looking up at him. He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles cracked, as if he were in great pain.

"What happened here?" Kyle asked, throwing the energy laser gun aside and quickly stepping forward to help Steve up. "Are you injured? And where's Bucky?"

"It's all my fault," Steve replied, sighing. "I underestimated them. Bucky, in order to save me, was thrown out of the train by the explosive wind pressure of the bomb on the train driver and fell into the bottom of the snowy mountain valley hundreds of meters high. He probably suffered the same fate as the Winter Soldier." Kyle's expression remained unchanged. He knew that although Bucky was not dead, his future would be more painful than death. He had been controlled by another country's government as a war machine devoid of humanity for more than half a century.

Kyle was not good at comforting people, so he patted Steve on the shoulder and said, "Take it easy. As a soldier, sacrifice is common on the battlefield. Don't let this affect the mission."

"I know," Steve said, taking a deep breath and picking up the unconscious bald doctor. "But the mission is completed. The target tried to bite down on a poison capsule and commit suicide, but I knocked him out."

"It seems the information was correct," Kyle said.

"The members of the Hydra organization like to hide poison in their mouths and commit suicide," Kyle said thoughtfully, nodding. "Now we just need to take the target and evacuate safely."

"That's the problem," Steve said, a bitter smile appearing on his resolute face. He pointed to the bridge, which was covered in thick smoke and flames. "That powerful explosion not only blew up the steel body on both sides of the carriage, but also destroyed the control panel of the train. Now it's constantly accelerating and out of control."

"Indeed, the train should be traveling at more than 150 kilometers per hour now, and it's still accelerating. It's impossible to stop," Kyle said, looking at the sparks splashing on the wheels as he quickly thought of a plan. Jumping off the train at such a fast speed would be dangerous, not to mention the cliffs on both sides of the track.

"It seems that we can only go to the rear of the train and separate the connection between the front and rear of the train," Steve said. "I hope this will stop the train."

Kyle shook his head and said, "You're thinking too much. If I remember the map of the nearby glaciers correctly, as soon as the train leaves this long and straight mountain tunnel, it will turn immediately. At this speed, even if the front of the train is separated from the carriage, the carriage will still have no time to stop before it derails and falls."

"What should we do?" Steve asked with a dignified face. "We can't just sit here and wait for the train to derail and fall, right?"

Kyle was silent for a moment, then he suddenly stared at Steve and asked, "Do you trust me?"

"Of course!" Steve answered without hesitation. "In this world, if I don't trust you, who else can I trust?"

"Then don't do anything," Kyle said, smiling mysteriously. He seemed to have made a decision, and his face relaxed without any sense of crisis. "When the train rushes out of the tunnel, the moment it derails and falls, I'll tell you to jump. Take the hostage and jump off the cliff in the valley."

"Jump off the cliff?" Steve looked at Kyle in surprise, still confused.

The bottom of the cliff valley was not a deep river, but a hard, frozen river."Don't you trust me?" Kyle shrugged.

"Okay, if you tell me to jump, I'll jump," Steve said, not asking any more questions. He picked up the hostage and was ready to face the wall of the tunnel.

In just a few seconds, the train reached the end of the tunnel at a speed of more than 200 kilometers per hour. The darkness was instantly dissipated by the daylight outside. The glare of the white light outside made Steve squint his eyes involuntarily.

At the same time, the train trembled violently, and the wheels completely cracked under the splashing sparks.

Crack!

The whistling train was supposed to turn according to the track, but under the excessive speed, it suddenly derailed from the track at the corner and rushed toward the hanging cliff. The cold wind and snow poured into the carriage crazily, and the feeling of weightlessness as the train was about to fall spontaneously arose.

"Steve, jump!" Kyle shouted before he had even finished his sentence. He had already jumped out of the carriage.