Confrontation with Logan

Dawn gradually broke. When the first rays of sunlight fell from the horizon over the French Riviera, the nightmare-like night over the outskirts of France was finally driven away.

The inland region of the French Riviera had been completely reduced to a shattered landscape after the ravages of war. Rotting corpses, guns, shell casings, bloodstains, scorched earth, and smoke were everywhere, disguising the dozen-mile stretch of land as an abandoned disaster zone.

Countless soldiers’ bodies were piled into hill-like heaps for incineration. Foul black smoke permeated the air, nauseating anyone who caught a whiff of it.

After one night, the massive amphibious landing operation, which had lasted more than a dozen hours, finally had a brief chance to catch its breath.

The German forces along the five beach fronts and in the outskirts of France had basically been cleared out. Of course, the Allied forces of the three nations had also suffered heavy casualties during the forced landings. However, more Allied troops were continually being transported ashore from the rear, replenishing the forces with fresh blood for the ongoing campaign. As a result, their military strength seemed to be growing rather than shrinking.

This was only the first day of the campaign. The Allied forces of the three nations could only be said to have won a costly victory. From here on, they had to accelerate their operations, first completely entering France to eliminate the German Soldiers and liberate the territory, then pushing into Germany…

Early that morning, most of the Allied soldiers rested where they were, while fresh troops took over the attack and defensive positions.

Fury, wearing a lieutenant’s uniform covered in blood and grime, was running himself ragged. He had barely set down his rifle before he was leading the troops under his command to collect supplies and rest.

Having just finished carrying out duties at the major general level, he immediately went looking for communications soldiers to ask about Kyle.

One position, three people’s worth of worries.

"What? You mean Major General Kyle? He seemed to have been in the very front-line combat zone all night."

"I saw him last night too. Major General Kyle was insanely strong. He wiped out the German forces that had pinned down one of our combat squads."

"Yeah. He killed several soldiers with every step. I don’t know how many German Soldiers turned and ran screaming ‘demon’ when they encountered him."

"He was too fast. You’d only see a figure flash past, and then there was no catching up to him."

Fury asked American soldiers from several different units, but all he got were similarly admiring words of praise. He learned nothing at all about Kyle’s exact whereabouts.

Still, knowing that Kyle was safe and had been actively advancing and fighting at the very front put Fury at ease.

Even though he trusted Kyle’s strength, he could not help worrying about his safety. That was probably the bond between true comrades.

At that moment, at the boundary between the edge of French territory and the major cities deeper inland—the current front-line combat zone.

There were still very few Allied troops from the three nations who had advanced this far. Not a single german soldier could be seen in the streets of the small district. It was as quiet as an empty city.

The crisp click of a lighter sounded somewhere. After lighting his cigarette, its owner took several deep drags before exhaling a huge cloud of white smoke.

Logan sat alone on the rooftop of the third floor of an abandoned building, smoking in silence with his head lowered. Two German Rifles lay at his feet. They looked like they had been picked up, traded for, or seized along the way, and he had had no time to maintain them.

To him, firearms only served to conceal the fact that he was not an ordinary veteran. When it came to a true life-or-death battle, only the claws hidden in his hands were reliable.

Yet despite living for more than half a century and surviving countless brushes with death, he had still endured alone as though cursed, like a lone wolf that did not want to submit to fate but had no choice but to do so.

After taking the final drag, Logan tossed the cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath his foot. He pulled a sharp military knife in a leather sheath from his pocket, then removed his Soviet Combat Suit jacket, revealing a lean, muscular body. Not a single scar marred his bronze skin.

As though he were used to it, Logan calmly held the knife and repeatedly stabbed it into his own body. One bullet after another lodged inside him was pried out by the knife tip, rolling across the rooftop balcony stained with blood.

In less than five seconds, the bullet holes from which the rounds had been removed healed before the naked eye.

"Is this why you prefer fighting alone and say that no comrades can work with you?" A steady, powerful young man’s voice suddenly came from a building behind him.

Logan abruptly rose to his feet, gripping the military knife as he stared viciously toward the source with a beast’s gaze. A young man in a black Combat Suit stood leisurely atop the roof of another building.

"You followed me?!" Logan asked coldly, his eyes carrying a chilling hint of killing intent.

"I wouldn’t exactly call it following. I just killed my way through the enemy forces to get here and happened to see you." Kyle shrugged and said slowly, "You don’t need to be so hostile toward me. We’re Allies now, and—we’re the same kind of people."

As he spoke, under Logan’s uncertain gaze, Kyle took a short running start and leaped forward. With jumping power four times that of an ordinary human, he easily crossed the stretch of air above the street and landed on the rooftop where Logan stood.

Logan frowned. After a moment of silence, he finally said, "Your physique isn’t normal either."

"Otherwise, how could I have become a major general in the U.S. military at such a young age?" Kyle said with a smile.

He did not tell the truth. While he had not been closely following Logan, he had indeed tracked the corpses of enemy soldiers killed by claw marks all the way here.

He had persistently pursued him not because the other man was Wolverine from the Avengers world.

In fact, it did not matter whether he was Wolverine or not. What mattered was that he possessed the Healing Factor ability Kyle had desperately dreamed of drawing, as well as an additional seventy Green Cards for combat skills!

A Super Soldier, combined with a Healing Factor and over a hundred Green Cards for combat, would allow Kyle to perfectly reach humanity’s ideal peak combat level.

"Who exactly sent you? A Five-Star General from America? Or scientists from some laboratory…" Logan guarded himself coldly against the approaching Kyle. As he clenched his fists, three sharp bone claws protruded menacingly from each fist.

"I told you, I mean no harm." Kyle spread his hands. But the moment he took another step forward, Logan had fully extended his white bone claws, confronting him from five meters away.

Perhaps too many unbearable experiences had made the man before him far too extreme and paranoid in his wariness.

Kyle frowned slightly as he watched Logan enter a combat stance like a lone wolf, unsure for a moment what choice to make.

To draw a blue Ability Card, he had to enter within one meter and continuously read it for half an hour.

Originally, Kyle had wanted to show goodwill and lower Logan’s guard, then approach within one meter of him as a comrade and try to read it. Now, however, it seemed far too difficult to negotiate with Logan in this state.

If negotiations failed, then he could only try fighting him. It was the final choice forced upon him by circumstance.

Kyle knew very well that if he wanted to defeat Logan with his current strength, he had to be prepared to gamble with his life and use every trump card he had prepared for battle!

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