I Am In Marvel

Takuto Club, the main lobby.

The classical lighting hanging on the surrounding walls and ceiling illuminates the ballroom. The beautiful music flows in the hall like a stream of water. Pairs of gentlemen in suits and ladies in dresses dance gracefully, immersed in this entertainment place away from the smoke of war. Above.

If the club here is not directly booked, plus professional dancers dressed up as dancing guests, when Kyle in a tuxedo appears in the ballroom, it will definitely cause a enthusiastic crowd and a sensation.

Kyle, the youngest major in the United States, is a hero who is a symbol of American power and conquest.Since the Hydra Group was eradicated by the uprooted annihilation, it has once again become a legend that is being discussed in the streets and alleys of Europe and the United States.

Although it is too exaggerated to describe it as'legendary', it can influence and reverse the pattern of the entire European battlefield on its own, making Germany, a strong military force in World War II, painful.In the eyes of American soldiers and some fanatical fans, Kyle is a veritable legendary hero, whose fame and prestige far surpasses that of generals.

It's okay now in Europe.Today in the United States, for all domestic conscription propaganda films, six of the ten screening films must be exclusive to Kyle, and the other four are documentary footage of the war between Kyle and Captain Steve.

One can imagine how powerful Kyle is now as a war hero.

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Hope was dimmed and ignited again, and the confident young man returned, keeping his promise.

Standing in the middle of the ballroom, Carter looked at Kyle walking out of the separated crowd of singing and dancing, and was speechless for a while.

Kyle also remained silent, not knowing what to say, and finally took a deep breath and said, "Sorry, I didn't bring Steve back."

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere that was supposed to be relaxed and pleasant suddenly solidified.

Carter took a few steps forward, shook his head and said, "You can't be blamed on you alone, and we can't predict what will happen on the fighter plane."

"No, what I can expect a little bit is that I don't put Schmidt in my eyes. I thought..." Before Kyle finished speaking, Carter shook his head at him again and said slowly: " Enough, it's all over."

After speaking, Carter stretched out his palm slightly towards the front, and there was a hint of expectation hidden in the depths of his beautiful eyes, and his red lips lightly opened, "Didn't Steve let you come for him and invite me to dance? Why did you come here? , It’s been two weeks."

"It's a bit far from the sea, I'm late." Kyle casually found an excuse, hesitated, and followed the gentleman Howard's way of reaching out and holding Carter's soft palm.

"You can't dance, I can teach you, don't step on my shoes." Carter said, taking Kyle to dance slowly to the tune of the hall.

"It's not necessary." Kyle laughed blankly. There are not many common skills in the world that he doesn't know; even if there are, just read the draw card directly.

Especially the [Party Dance] Green Ability Card was drawn from the woman Carter, but so far there is no chance to be used for it.

Just as the gentle tune in the hall stopped, another rush and passionate song sounded.

Kyle took the initiative to take the initiative directly, and began to guide him with exquisite dance skills no less than professional. Under the subtle control of power, he held Carter's waist with one hand, and turned her into a levitating dance.

Carter quickly followed the pace, the red skirt spinning and floating.

A hint of surprise flashed in her beautiful eyes, and she really didn't expect Kyle to be so handy in this dance in addition to fighting on the battlefield.

Kyle held Carter in one hand, and held the other's slender waist in the other, and danced in response to the increasingly exciting tune.

With his healthy and perfect figure, wearing a tuxedo will naturally explode the thin gentleman in the urban greenhouse.

When paired with the glamorous and beautiful Carter tonight, the appearance itself is pleasing to the eye. In addition, the dance movements of the two are very motivated and coordinated. The difficult movements are easily completed, and their hand movements and steps are aligned with the song itself. The tone.

I don't know when, Kyle and Carter occupy the very center of the ballroom, letting the eyes of people around them fall on them with amazing and admiration.

Until the end of the song, Kyle slowly supported Carter's slender waist and stopped her body, while Carter slightly pressed the palms of his hands against his broad chest.

As if marveled at the high integrity of the dance, people in the ballroom applauded.

"It's over." Kyle shrugged, taking his hands back.

A ray of loss flashed through Carter's beautiful eyes, and he could only slowly lower his palm, and said in surprise: "I didn't expect you to dance."

"Before I became a soldier, I learned it from my parents at home." Kyle replied casually and said straightforwardly: "Is there anything else I want to do? I just have time tonight."

"Are you going to the front line again tomorrow? By the way, you really haven't reported back to the base for half a month." Carter pondered for a moment, and said courageously, "Then, let's go to the bar."

"Drinking, you and me?" Kyle looked at Carter in surprise. Isn't this the only way to drink among common comrades-in-arms, men and women?

He thought for a while, his face hesitantly said: "You don't really like me like Steve said, do you?"

Carter was stunned. He hid Kyle's elegant gaze and waved his hand, "How is this possible? You think too much."

"That's good." Kyle sighed and said with a relieved smile: "I'll just say it, that guy Steve lied to me in the end. Even if he doesn't say that, I will take care of you."

"I don't need you to take care of it." Carter glanced at him, and said in a much colder tone: "Do you drink it or not?"

Kyle nodded, "Drink. It's rare to relax at the end, why not drink."

"Just don't get drunk, I can't help a big person like you." Carter snorted coldly.

"Just kidding, how could that be possible." Kyle shook his head boringly, this worry was not there at all.

The metabolism of his super soldier's physique is four times that of a human being. Can he pour a mere amount of alcohol?

The next morning.

The white gauze curtains were blown by the breeze from the window, and the glare of golden sunlight poured into the room.

Kyle gradually woke up from the bed, his head still a little dizzy and swollen, with the slight sequelae of being drunk last night.

Really drunk.

Kyle smiled bitterly while lying on the bed in the form of'big'. He was too embarrassed to be a super soldier. He thought he would not be drunk, so he repeatedly tasted a high number of different wines and realized that when he was drunk, it was already time. Too late.

But this is also because he is in the resting phase, and it doesn't matter if he gets drunk once to eliminate the stress of wartime. If he is in a waiting period or on a mission, he will not touch even a sip of alcohol.

"By the way, Carter was really troubled last night."

Kyle pulled off the sheets and looked down at the missing dovetail uniform, replaced by simple pajamas provided by the club.

He vaguely remembered that Carter added a few waiters last night, and it took him a lot of effort to help him into the room. It seemed that Carter had changed his clothes.

Then, there is no memory of being drunk later.