Chapter 127: Kyle's End
To be honest, after Bucky's uncontrollable move, Taras next to him originally had a glimmer of hope, that is, the Winter Soldier, who was now the strongest in the Red House and could not fully control it, could kill Kyle by mistake.
But when Kyle was able to resist Bucky's strongest mechanical blow head-on, Taras's body and mind were like being doused with a plate of ice water, wow, cool, wow, cool.
That's more than ten times the mechanical boxing of humans! Just hard-wired?
Next, when Taras watched the Winter Soldier, the proud masterpiece of the Red House, kneading and bullying Kyle's hand as a punching bag, he was completely shocked and speechless.
"What's going on?" The other two high-ranking personnel heard the unexpected movement and hurriedly rushed to the gate of the base, and saw that Kyle was also secretly complaining when he was fighting the rampaging Winter Soldier.
"Winter Soldier, stop me!" As the person in charge of brainwashing the Winter Soldier, the senior executive of the Red Room was about to step forward and give instructions to stabilize the Winter Soldier, but under the firearm controlled by Yu Tong's mind, he had no choice but to stop before he got ten meters close.
"No one is allowed to come closer." Rain Hitomi stretched out her white and tender little hands, her eyes shimmering with silver light, and she was outside the control of the battle situation with extraordinary intentions, not allowing others to influence Kyle's engagement with the Winter Soldier.
Well, to say it's 'belligerent' is more like a one-sided 'bullying'.
'Bang! β
In the center of the battle, Kyle violently dragged the Winter Soldier's mechanical arm, and the whole person spun around in the air, and threw it out violently.
The Winter Soldier, who flew out again, was expressionless, his feet fell to the ground, and he cooperated with the mechanical arm to grasp the concrete floor, plowing three furrows on the ground, and he could stop his body in a burst of dust.
"The strength is not bad, and they have caught up with Steve." Kyle gave a pertinent assessment.
Winter soldier Bucky, whose strength is not much different from that of Captain America Steve who holds a shield, is almost the same in terms of physical strength and combat skills. The only difference is that one has the Adamantine shield to withstand damage, and the other has a mechanical arm that is strong in attack.
One attacks and the other receives, and there is nothing wrong with loving and killing each other.
Kyle doesn't care if your offense is strong or not, when it comes to strong offense, the Black Widow of the American Winter Soldier is a younger brother and sister in his eyes.
"Shi, Steve?" When Bucky heard the name, he suddenly seemed to remember something, his empty and indifferent eyes glowed with emotion, and he kept muttering to himself with his hands on his swollen head.
"I knew it. Even if you forget my name, you won't forget Steve Rogers. Kyle smiled, slowly approached Bucky, and continued to narrate, "Did you forget? Steve is your best friend, you've rescued him from thugs in the streets of New York, and Steve has rescued you from a German factory. β
Steve's name was like a key that drove Bucky to roll back and forth on the ground with his head in his hands, a dusty memory bank forcibly opening.
Seeing this scene, the Red Room executives outside the battle situation whispered urgently: "It's not good, the original memory of the Winter Soldier is about to recover." β
"With that man here, we can't do anything, there's nothing we can do." Norris, another high-ranking official, shook his head and persuaded.
Kyle looked at Bucky, who was rolling on the ground, and continued to get closer, saying, "You and I, and Steve, the three of us were on a mission when you threw yourself out of a high-speed train and fell off a glacier cliff hundreds of meters high in order to save Steve. β
"Steve, the moving train, the glacier cliffs......" Bucky snapped, his closed eyes snapped open, and he looked up at Kyle next to him, his eyes gradually returning to their lucidity.
"Welcome back, Sergeant Bucky." Kyle leaned down and stretched out his palm, and Bucky gripped it heavily with his mechanical left hand, and stood up with the help of it.
His first words stunned everyone around him, "Major Kyle, I didn't expect to meet you here." β
Major?
Kyle nodded strangely, a title that no one had called in a long time.
"What, isn't that right?" Bucky scratched his head.
Logan walked over with Natasha on his shoulders and explained: "The boss has been promoted to major general for a long time, and of course, he has applied for retirement after the war. β
"Major General? Wait, you say the war is over? Bucky was stunned, during the brainwashing of the Red House, even he didn't know that more than half a year had passed outside.
"I'll tell you on the plane back, and there's something about Steve." Kyle patted Bucky on the shoulder comfortingly, glancing at the Red House people around him, "I can help you kill them, how?" β
The undisguised cold words fell, and the armed soldiers and high-ranking personnel of the Red House turned pale and stared at Bucky with trembling bodies.
Bucky gave the Red Room executive a deep look, shook his head and said, "Forget it." They saved my life, and their brainwashing and control of me should be regarded as a reward for me. β
When the people in the red house heard this, they sat down on the ground with relief.
"Then let's go." Kyle didn't care, and walked out of the base, with Logan Bucky and the others following.
Not long after they left, the guns floating in the air of the base lost their mind's control and fell to the ground like rain.
Howard's manpower was arranged to return to New York on a transport warplane.
"Yes. Steve's guy actually ...... Kyle, you ended World War II? β¦β¦ A superhero as a symbol of peace? β
Bucky sighed with emotion in the face of the new information, sad and surprised, he didn't expect that so many things had happened in the red house for more than half a year, and his trance-like expression had not recovered for a long time.
In particular, when he knew that Steve drove the fighter plane into the ocean, and the fate of the missing man and the fighter plane was uncertain, the whole person sat in the seat of the fighter plane and sighed again and again.
Logan put the unconscious Natasha in his seat, his eyes keen as if he had discovered something, and looked at Kyle's face in surprise, "Boss, your jaw ......"
"Huh?" Kyle raised an eyebrow and reached down to his chin, a little sticky blood smeared on his fingers.
But the tiny wound caused by Bucky's boxing has not yet healed.
"Sergeant Bucky, right. Your manipulator is made of sodium-carbon steel? Logan asked Bucky.
"Sodium-carbon steel?" Bucky muttered, raised his left mechanical arm blankly, shook his head, and said, "It's just made of mechanical parts made of stainless steel." β
"Then why ......" Logan was interrupted by Kyle in the middle of his sentence, "don't worry, I'm fine." β
"Boss, are you going to get hurt too?" Rain Hitomi asked curiously, she had seen Kyle injured, but even the huge trauma caused by the nuclear explosion would heal in just a few seconds.
"It's just a minor injury." Kyle responded calmly, his fists clenched quietly, and his heart was far less calm than it seemed.
When he was still at the base of the Red House just now, he found that his self-healing ability had failedβnot invalid, but temporarily suppressed by the abnormal changes in his body, and could not be displayed.
Really. After the nuclear bombing of Tokyo, there was a big problem in his body that he couldn't know.
"After arriving at the airport, Rogan you take them back to the manor first. I took a trip to Stark Industries and had something to talk to Howard. Kyle admonished.
"No problem." Logan nodded.
"Rain Hitomi, the mental ability can handle Bucky's loss of control very well, you should pay attention to it." Kyle commanded, walking over and kneading Rain Hitomi's little head, Rain Hitomi's obedient and solemn chin.
Kyle doesn't know what is wrong with his physique that his self-healing ability fails, so there is no need to say it to worry the people of the Carl family in vain.
And he himself must get Howard to find out the source of the body's problems as soon as possible!
It's late at night in New York, Stark Industries, 52nd Floor Medical Research Classification Floor.
The entire floor was quiet, except for Howard, who had changed into a white coat, in a brightly lit isolation ward, manipulating medical testing equipment with a tense face, busy with laboratory tests.
In the high-end medical inspection room, Kyle lies naked, his perfect body like a handicraft made of steel, and the green light covers the scan back and forth.
Half an hour later.
The medical chamber opened, and Kyle, who was inside, got up as if he had sensed it, and dressed himself in a simple and simple shirt.
Howard took a deep breath as he unfastened his mask, looked at Kyle, and said with unprecedented solemnity, "Some detailed laboratory data is still not available, but I probably know your physical condition." β
"Say it." Kyle nodded calmly, without the slightest hint of panic on his face.
"Your body is infected with a large amount of nuclear radiation, and this radiation value, as long as one thousandth, is enough to make ordinary people have symptoms such as dizziness and fever on the spot, and more than one percent can be tortured to death by illness within a few years."
When Howard said this, he smiled wryly and said: "Such a large amount of nuclear radiation has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and you are still alive now, which can only be described as superhuman." β
"But you are indeed a 'superhuman', your metabolism is more than five times that of humans, and your super strength, speed, and physical strength are ten times that of humans, you are simply a perfect evolved version of humans! This should be the pinnacle of theoretical potential that the Super Soldier Reagent can reach. β
"There is also the incredible speed of self-healing, your blood contains mysterious factor energy, and it is precisely because of this that the nuclear radiation symptoms in your body are suppressed and eliminated." Howard was speechless.
Kyle propped his chin and asked, "That means my body doesn't have much of an impact other than the loss of its ability to heal itself?" β
"How is that possible?" Howard frowned and shook his head, "The point is not on the pathologies caused by nuclear radiation. Originally, your super soldier genes had tended to be stable and perfect, but now under the infection of radiation, they began to slowly break and collapse, trying to recombine. β
"Will I mutate twice? Or rather, a potential first-time variant? Kyle groaned.
"I don't know the extent of the problem. If you become more powerful than you are now, and you don't lose your natural lifespan, that's called evolution. β
Howard paused, and said slowly and hardly: "The genes you are recombining will indeed induce powerful ability performance, but before the genetic recombination is perfected, you will gradually lose your ability and even life first-genetic ability is like a flood, even with the strength of your current superhuman body, it will not last long." β
Kyle shuddered, but still calmly asked, "How long is it going to be?" β
"Less than a year."
Howard's words, like a decree from death, declare the end of Kyle's life.