We Have Kyle

Chapter 76

"Not bad." Kyle nodded softly and retracted the Dark Claws from both hands.

This allowed the Venom Suit to escape its awkward state of having only auxiliary functions such as a bulletproof outer layer, gliding, camouflage, and nocturnal concealment, without the slightest offensive capability.

After soothing the symbiotic Venom, Kyle turned his gaze back to Logan, who was lying on the ground, and asked, "How did it feel after getting your revenge?"

Logan stared blankly at the blue sky. His chest still heaved violently as he panted, "The stone that had weighed on my heart for so long has finally been moved. It feels good. Free, too."

"It feels like even if I died here now, it wouldn’t matter…"

The lone wolf no longer had to carry his burning hatred and resentment, searching alone across the world as he continued onward, covered in wounds.

Kyle smiled and said plainly, "That won’t do. According to our deal, your condition has now been fulfilled. Whether you live or die next, and how you live from now on, is up to me. If you die here, I’ll be taking a loss."

"That’s true." Logan gave a relieved, easygoing smile. He pushed himself up from the ground somewhat wearily, looked Kyle directly in the eye, and said sincerely, "Even though this was only part of our deal, I still have to thank you. Otherwise, who knows how many more years it would have taken before I could get this revenge."

Kyle smiled. "If you really want to thank me, then fulfill the conditions and our agreement. Give me all your loyalty and your life."

Logan nodded. Clenching his fists, he declared unwaveringly, "I will!"

"Good." Kyle patted Logan on the shoulder, feeling genuine delight at this.

The first and foremost enforcer of the family he had yet to build was officially in place.

As the saying went, trust those you employ, and do not employ those you distrust. So long as Logan dared swear his loyalty, Kyle dared use him without reservation. That was his confidence and boldness.

As long as he never stopped growing stronger and could maintain the suppressive authority of a family head, then once the family’s power expanded and its many subordinates each performed their duties while keeping one another in check, there would be no fear of anyone growing too powerful and one day turning traitor.

"Once we return to the American base, I’ll have someone arrange an American identity for you. Your documents will be altered as well. You’ll still be called Logan?" Kyle pondered. With his current status and connections, arranging American identification for someone through normal procedures was hardly difficult.

However, since he was considering building a private family force in the future, he should not use his identity as a national Major General to handle too many matters, lest other complications arise later.

"My name is Logan. As for my surname…" Logan hesitated, then quickly made his decision. "I’ll leave that to you."

He could forcefully keep using his original name, but then there would be little point in concealing his identity.

Besides, after killing Sabretooth today and settling the hatred of the first half of his life, it was time to abandon that miserable, lonely past and step toward a true future.

Kyle seemed to understand what Logan meant. He nodded. "I understand. Let’s go."

"Where are we going now?" Logan asked. Having killed the enemy who had plagued him his entire life, he now seemed relaxed and unrestrained, and his face no longer carried that same weathered coldness.

"The German capital. It’s time to put an end to the chaos of war in the European Theater." Kyle shrugged, pulled the Sodium-Carbon Steel Sword from Sabretooth’s corpse and returned it to the leather sheath on his back, then charged down the mountain at high speed.

Logan paused and gave Sabretooth’s corpse one final glance. Dark red blood still seeped from the throat pierced through the back of his neck. Sabretooth’s vicious eyes remained wide open, as if he could not believe, even in death, that he had died here so easily.

Logan shook his head lightly, then set off down the mountain at greater speed, following Kyle ahead of him.

One after the other, the two soon left the wild mountains within Germany’s borders.

Only half an hour later did the mountain’s carnivorous beasts dare emerge. Drool dripped from between their savage fangs as they cautiously swarmed toward the blood-scented corpse atop the mountain.

After Kyle and Logan regrouped with their American forces, their morale soared as they continued breaking through German defensive lines, advancing almost unhindered into the heart of Germany.

The millions of Allied soldiers were like an indestructible sword. Five-Star General Chester was the one gripping its hilt from the rear, while Kyle served as its sharpest tip, forcibly tearing apart the meaningless defensive lines.

Countless German Soldiers stationed along the front lines chose to flee rather than resist when they saw the demon-like young man charging at the very forefront of the enemy forces.

Some German officers, seeing the situation more clearly, immediately raised white flags and defected in surrender once Kyle’s troops entered their territory.

World War II had dragged on for far too long and become far too grueling. Though Hitler still struggled to hold on, many German soldiers and civilians had long since grown exhausted. With the overwhelming campaign brought by Kyle and the Allied forces, they had virtually no strength left to resist.

Far beyond what historians from Kyle’s previous life could have imagined, on this Marvel Earth, a large-scale campaign to invade an enemy nation like this took only a little over a month. Hundreds of thousands of Allied vanguard troops swept directly into Berlin, the German capital.

Berlin resembled an empty city. The air reeked of gunpowder and blood, while the streets of the once-thriving urban districts now lay in eerie silence.

"Major General Kyle. About five hundred more meters ahead is the main urban area of Berlin, Germany. It is essentially Nazi Germany and Hitler’s final defensive barrier." A Soviet communications soldier respectfully saluted and reported loudly in fluent English to the armored youth seated atop the lead vehicle.

Yes, the Soviet side…

Among the three Allied nations, aside from the Americans, the other Allied forces only truly understood, after fighting alongside Kyle, the series of questions that their own command officers had heatedly debated without ever being able to answer regarding the American battle reports.

Why had the American war effort on the European front achieved victory and stabilization so quickly, repeatedly winning battles large and small despite being outnumbered?

Why had Hydra, an organization wielding Infinite Energy weapons and threatening Europe and even the entire world, been uprooted so quickly?

Why was a young man in his twenties a Major General, and also the symbol of American conquest and power?

After experiencing this Allied campaign, the Soviet and British military forces were completely enlightened.

It turned out there were only two kinds of armies in this world. One was an army with Kyle; the other was an army without Kyle.

Your tank and armored divisions had enough firepower that no one could take a single step forward? We had Kyle.

Your tens of thousands of armed soldiers occupied the strongest defensive fortress line? We had Kyle.

Your elite agent squads launched sneak attacks that were impossible to guard against? We had Kyle.

Only after experiencing combat alongside Kyle did the officers of the other Allied forces realize that war could be fought with such overwhelming force!