I Am In Marvel

More than a month later.

Hailan Street, Brooklyn, New York.

In the winter, the pedestrian streets are gradually prospering under the rising sun. Just after Christmas, the New Year will soon be ushered in.Despite being in the warring phase of World War II, New York, a large European city, has not suffered the slightest smog of war.

In the early morning of winter, people in coats hurriedly walked around the streets, busy with work and livelihoods.

From time to time, you can see some children in hoods holding a stack of black and white newspapers, screaming in the crowded streets:

"The latest New York Times! Major Kyle and Lieutenant Steve, the two led their troops to once again annihilate the German fortress base!"

"The Wall Street Journal! The two American heroes fought brilliantly again, and the German frontline retreated twenty miles due to insufficient resources!"

"The iron-blooded officer who has turned the tide of war with all victorious battles will explain to you today the glorious path of the enemy-Major Kyle!"

The newspapers during this period are basically the first to print and publish battle reports on frontline operations, not to mention the news about the victory of the battle.Once logged out, it will be sold out by the people.

No, the red-faced newspaper seller boy bought two stacks of Times on the street where the cold wind was blowing for only half an hour.

Facts have proved that even if the Second World War did not affect New York on the surface, it was enough to make people worry about the American troops on the front lines, hoping and praying that they would end the war as soon as possible.

"Can you give me a copy?" A blonde girl wearing a purple scarf smiled and gently waved to the newspaper boy who ran across the street.

The boy trot over immediately, took the change, and delivered the last daily newspaper he had to the girl's basket.

He opened his eyes and looked at the girl's delicate face like an angel, and couldn't help but praise: "Big sister, you are so beautiful."

"The mouth is quite sweet." The blonde girl's beautiful eyes curled up with a smile, and the warm smile seemed to melt the surrounding snow, which made the gentlemen passing by on the street frequently hit the street lights.

"It's time to go home." Lucy had an air-conditioning, gracefully holding the vegetables and newspapers in the basket, and started to return home.

It's home, but it's just the house Kyle used to live in.Located at 199 Hailan Street, it is a classic European and American style duplex villa with a balcony garden.

Lucy took off her boots and walked in. There was a heater in the house, and the temperature was much warmer than outside, so she took off her cotton-padded coat too, revealing the graceful figure that her inner sweater could not hide.

After placing the basket on the table, Lucy changed her elegance and dignity on the outside, her little face excitedly quickly took out several newspapers in the basket and spread them smoothly on the table.

Newspapers have headlines and picture sections, and the protagonists on the headline pictures of these newspapers are very different, either a stern young man holding a buckler and holding his arms, or a cold young man in a black suit holding a long sword and rushing towards the enemy. .

Below the picture in the newspaper, there are detailed notes on the character profile.

'Steve Rogers, 23 years old, Captain America, Lieutenant Officer.'

(Captain Steve's first battle in his life was to go deep into the third area behind enemy lines with Major Kyle, break the factory base, rescue the five hundred American soldiers trapped in prison, and successfully break through.

He claims to be the Captain of the United States, and he always rushes to the forefront with a shield, leading a team of soldiers to take down five German military factory bases within a month to minimize the damage to his own personnel.

He is a patriot, a super soldier, a hero incarnation of American justice!)

...

Lucy quickly browsed Steve's profile, and Meimou's eager eyes fell on the other side, the longer and more cumbersome profile.

'Kyle Astoria, 23 years old, the youngest major officer in history.'

Seeing this, Lucy smiled sweetly and contentedly, her lips lightly opened, and she read out Kyle's next brief introduction of personal deeds:

"Major Kyle is in American history,

So far, the battles led by Major Kyle on the march have ended in complete victory, often with the extraordinary feats of one man fighting a team of enemy troops.According to incomplete statistics, the number of kills recorded in his name has exceeded 10,000, making him a real enemy of 10,000!

He is a hero who represents a symbol of American power!He was a war madman feared by the German army, nicknamed'Devil' and'Dicide' (translated as Devil and Slayer).

In the latest news, the President of the United States has awarded the Medal of Honor to Major Kyle."

After reading it smoothly in one breath, Lucy's face became more rosy with happiness.Although such a report that praised Kyle would be widely promoted, she would frequently publish the newspaper during this period, but every time she bought this kind of newspaper, she would visit and watch it day by day.

"A few months ago, I was just a recruit who broke into the enemy base. I became a major officer so soon. What about a hero who also represents American power, huh!"

Lucy pursed her pink lips. She is under a lot of pressure now. Not to mention New York City, even young women across the United States are obsessed with the cold youth in the newspaper.

After all, movie screening rooms in some big cities will also show some combat documentary films on the battlefield from time to time.

Kyle and Steve can be said to have been the protagonists in the war documentary over the past few months.The perfect posture of slaying the enemy bravely and charging into the battlefield, with the powerful personal strength of one enemy and many, and the young and handsome face can be revealed.

On the screen, one action of raising their arms and directing or looking at the camera is enough to trigger some frantic screams of spring girls.

"Anyway, Kyle was the one I met first."

"Little Lucy, you have to cheer up, you will lose to those women without reason."

Lucy secretly cheered up, lying curled up on the sofa, a bit like a woman waiting for her husband to return, and finally murmured bitterly: "The New Year is coming, and I don't know when Kyle will be back..."

At this time, hundreds of miles away from New York, in the glacier mountains behind enemy lines.

Below is a rugged train track that stretches from the side of the snow-capped mountain to the distance. There are peaks of snow-capped mountains everywhere, the cold wind is violent, and the snow is falling.

On the top of one of the snow-capped mountains, a team of dozens of American soldiers wrapped in military coats lurked, listening to intelligence messages from the rear base through monitoring equipment.

Fry said with certainty: "It has been confirmed that the train is about to pass, there is an important figure from the Hydra organization, a newly appointed middle-aged German scientist-Warner Tours."

"That's all right, let's get on the train. This time I just got captured, so don't let so many people go." Kyle said quickly, looking at Steve beside him.

Steve nodded: "Just go with me, you, and Bucky. The three of us are good solo soldiers, and we are not afraid of how many guards there are on the train."

"OK." Kyle nodded in agreement. In fact, he was alone in this matter, and he was not afraid of danger.

Kyle, Steve, Bucky.

The three of them were ready, standing side by side on the edge of the windy peak, looking down hundreds of meters of hillside drop, patiently waiting for the arrival of the enemy train.