IMUC-CHAPTER 94: THE WELL AND THE SEA
Brooklyn, Seamist Street intersection.
With Kyle's residence as the center, there were tight police checkpoints and armed soldiers guarding within a radius of fifty meters outside the walls.
Fury, who had taken off his rank insignia and changed into a trench coat, approached the area and was quickly intercepted by two American soldiers at the outer perimeter. "Sorry, unrelated personnel are not allowed to proceed."
"I am a comrade of Kyle's. I want to see him!" Fury said in a deep voice as he approached.
The two American soldiers exchanged glances, then removed their protective helmets, which concealed their faces. Fury, seeing their appearance, was immediately taken aback and opened his mouth wide. "Why is it you…"
"Long time no see. Ever since Captain Rogers's plane crash and the half-month disappearance of General Kyle, the Howling Commandos disbanded completely, and our members were reassigned to different units," One of the soldiers said.
"Fury, sir, I didn't expect to see you here." The two armed soldiers looked slightly excited as they gazed at Fury.
"You…" Fury sighed and suddenly realized something. He furrowed his brows and said, "So, you have all gathered here again. Are all the soldiers guarding this place former members of the Howling Commandos?"
"Yes." One of the soldiers nodded and said happily, "It was a proposal personally issued by General Chester to reorganize us into an elite team under the direct command of the 5-Star general."
Upon hearing this, Fury's complexion darkened, and he said angrily, "So, you follow General Chester's orders to guard General Kyle, who once promoted all of you?"
"Don't say it like that." The armed soldiers waved their hands in panic, correcting him, "It's not just guarding; it's primarily for the safety of Brigadier General Kyle's family."
The other armed soldier chimed in, "That's right. We use military force to tightly secure this area, mainly to prevent enemy spies from entering and to avoid the media from disturbing General Kyle, who is about to embark on his mission."
"I'm neither an enemy spy nor a member of the media," Fury said as he continued to walk forward, intending to enter the restricted area.
But as soon as he took a step, the two armed soldiers extended their hands to stop him.
"Sorry, we can't let you in."
"Please cooperate with us. It's General Chester's order. Unless you have his permission, no one can meet Brigadier General Kyle in these coming days."
Fury stared at his former comrades blocking his path, his fists quietly clenching. He said in a cold voice, "What if I force my way in? Will you execute the mission and kill me?"
"Uh, of course not!"
"Fury, sir, please don't make it difficult for us…" The two armed soldiers had a troubled expression, unsure of how to handle the situation.
"You don't have to call me 'sir.' I've already resigned from the position of captain," Fury felt a chill in his heart, realizing he could no longer enter. He decisively turned around and left. "Also, I feel ashamed of your foolishness! If Captain Rogers was still alive and knew about this, he would definitely punch you in the face and wake you up with a strong blow!"
The stationed armed soldiers were stunned but still saluted respectfully, watching Fury's departure.
Inside the three-story villa, in the bathroom.
Kyle was wearing a large pair of underwear, a white undershirt, and slippers, casually going through his morning routine without a trace of worry.
The tap flowed with water, and he cupped his hands to splash water on his face, wetting even his blond bangs.
Kyle took a deep breath, and his handsome face gradually turned serious, casting off his previous lazy and leisurely demeanor. He seemed to have returned to the battlefield, returning to being the demon who was invincible and controlled the entire war.
"Let me think, what should be the first step… Right…" Kyle clenched his fist and withdrew a green Item Card from the Card Space, materializing it into a keyboard-like mobile phone.
Dialing a series of numbers, the call connected in just five seconds, and Howard's surprised and urgent voice came through. "Kyle?!"
"Nowadays, apart from you and me, who else in the whole world can use wireless communication?" Kyle chuckled.
"Fortunately, you took the new product phone last time, and since we are both in the New York area, we can have this secret communication," Howard laughed and then said solemnly, "Fury came to see me and told me some things about the high-ranking military officials."
He paused for a moment and continued, "As far as I know, when the President died suddenly the day before yesterday, a large number of people in New York actually proposed that you, as a war hero, be selected as the top candidate. This should be the catalyst that triggered the discussions between the Congressmen and high-ranking military officials regarding the dispatch of this suicidal mission."
"Those high-ranking officials simply made what they believed to be the right decision when the situation took a turn," Kyle said coldly, not finding it surprising.
If Captain America, who could be injured and tired, possessed the perfect human physique, was still within the acceptable range for the American high-ranking officials, who considered themselves capable of firmly controlling him.
However, in the campaign against Germany, he displayed a level of combat power that disregarded gunfire, was fearless of artillery bombardment, and single-handedly shocked tens of thousands of soldiers. This far exceeded the current understanding of the American high-ranking officials.
"Their perspective is still too narrow and limited to the surface of worldly affairs. It's normal for them to consider from the perspective of ordinary people," Kyle said indifferently.
This era was still too early, without experiencing the emergence of Meta-humans in the 21st century (Hulk, Spider-Man, etc.), the convergence of the light of technology (Iron Man, Black Panther, Ant-Man, etc.), the transcendence of myths and magic (Asgard, God of Thunder, Doctor Strange, etc.), and the extraterrestrial races from outer space (Guardians of the Galaxy, Black Order, etc.)…
The Earth world was still in the World War II era, and humans were like frogs living in a well, full of awe for the unknown and apprehension toward the powerful.
Most people believed that Kyle, this formidable individual, would covet the water in the well for himself, but little did they know that he had long crawled out of the well and had his sights set on the vast stars and the sea!
Standing at the top of the Stark Industries building, Howard tightened his grip on his phone and said angrily, "Anyway, you are a war hero! Your body is filled with accomplishments and glory. Even if they are apprehensive, they shouldn't threaten you to go alone to Imperial Japan…"
Before he could finish speaking, Kyle's words on the other end made him stagger and almost fall to the ground. "No, no, they didn't threaten me."
Howard took a deep breath and asked in astonishment, "What do you mean? That's a mission with great risk, where you may not return!"
"In this world, there are many things that can threaten me, but the American high-ranking officials don't possess those abilities," Kyle said with a faint smile. "Those old guys are all very shrewd. They don't naively rely on armed forces to force me with the 5-Star general's orders. Otherwise, they wouldn't have sent soldiers from the former Howling Commandos to guard here."
"Then why did you agree?" Howard, on the other end of the phone, was stunned. He knew that the reformation and promotion of the Howling Commandos wouldn't be enough to sway Kyle.
"To go to Imperial Japan, to force them to surrender with my own strength and restore peace to the world. Personally, I think it's worth a try."
Kyle said in a cold but domineering tone.
(End of this chapter)
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