I Am In Marvel

To be honest, in Bucky's out-of-control hands, Talas next to him originally had a glimmer of hope, that is, the Winter Soldier, who is now the strongest in the Red House but cannot fully control, can kill Kyle by mistake.

But when he saw Kyle's strongest mechanical attack against Bucky, Taras' body and mind seemed to be poured into a plate of ice water.

That is more than ten times the mechanical boxing of humans!Just like that?

Next, when Taras looked at the Winter Soldier, the proud masterpiece of the Red House, kneading and bullying back and forth as a sandbag in Kyle's hand, he was completely shocked and speechless.

"What's the matter?" Hearing the unexpected movement, the other two high-level personnel hurriedly rushed to the door of the base. When they saw Kyle fighting against the running Winter Soldier, they also secretly groaned.

"Winter Soldier, stop me!" As the person in charge of the brainwashing of the Winter Soldier, the senior executive of the Red Room must step forward and issue instructions to stabilize the Winter Soldier, but under the guns controlled by Yutong Mind, he has not yet approached ten. Mi had no choice but to stop.

"No one is allowed to come near." Yutong opened up her white and tender little hand, her eyes shone with silver, with extraordinary thoughts to control the pattern outside the battle, not allowing others to influence Kyle's battle with the Winter Soldier.

Well, it is more like a unilateral bullying.

'Boom!'

In the center of the battle, Kyle violently dragged the Winter Soldier's mechanical arm. He swung it around in the air and threw it out.

The Winter Soldier who flew out again was expressionless, his feet landed, and his mechanical arm grasped the concrete ground firmly, plowing three ditch marks back on the ground, and he could stop his body in the dust.

"The strength is not bad, and they have caught up with Steve." Kyle gave a pertinent evaluation.

Bucky, the Winter Soldier, is not much different from Captain Steve, who is holding a shield. The strength and fighting skills of the two bodies are almost the same.The only difference is that one has a Yadman shield that is resistant to carry damage, and the other has a strong offensive robotic arm.

There is nothing wrong with fighting each other and killing each other.

Kyle doesn't matter whether your offense is strong or not, when it comes to strong offense, the US Winter Soldier Black Widow is his brother and sister in his eyes.

"Hi, Steve?" When Bucky heard the name, he seemed to remember something, his hollow and indifferent eyes were filled with emotion, and he kept talking to himself while holding his painful head in his hands.

"I know. Even if you forget my name, you won't forget Steve Rogers." Kyle smiled, and walked closer to Bucky slowly, and continued to lead the narration: "Did you forget? Steve Husband is your best friend. You rescued him from gangsters in the streets of New York. Steve also rescued you by breaking into a German factory."

Steve's name is like a key, driving Bucky to hold his head and roll back and forth on the ground, and the dusty memory bank is forcibly opened.

The red room executives outside the battle saw this scene and murmured urgently: "No, the original memory of the Winter Soldier is about to recover."

"With that man here, we can't do anything, we can't do anything." Norris shook his head to persuade.

Kyle looked at Bucky rolling on the ground and continued to get closer and said, "You and I, and Steve, when the three of us were on a mission, you threw out from the high-speed train to save Steve and fell. Glacial cliffs hundreds of meters high."

"Steve, the moving train, the glacial cliff..." Bucky gave a sharp shot, and his closed eyes opened sharply. He looked up at Kyle next to him, and his eyes gradually recovered their sober brilliance.

"Welcome back, Sergeant Bucky." Kyle lowered his body and stretched out his palm. Bucky held it heavily with his mechanical left hand and stood up with help.

His first words made everyone who heard him stunned, "Major Kyle, I didn't expect to meet you here."

Major?

Kyle nodded with a weird face, no one had called this name for a long time.

"how,

Logan walked over with Natasha and explained: "The boss has been promoted to major general for a long time. Of course, he has applied for retirement after the war."

"Major General? Wait, you said the war is over?" Bucky was stunned. During the brainwashing of the Red House, he didn't even know that more than half a year had passed outside.

"I'll talk to you on the plane back, and about Steve." Kyle patted Bucky's shoulder comfortingly, scanning the surrounding Red House personnel, "I can kill them for you, how about?"

The unabashed cold words fell, and the armed soldiers and high-ranking personnel in the Red House looked pale and stared straight at Bucky trembling.

Bucky took a deep look at the executives of the Red Room, shook his head and said, "Forget it. They saved my life, and for my brainwashing and controlling behavior, it was my return to them."

The people in the red house sat on the ground in relief.

"Then let's go." Kyle didn't care, and walked away from the base. Logan Bucky and the others followed.

Not long after they left, the guns floating in the air of the base lost their mind control and fell to the ground like rain.

Howard's manning arrangements were on the transport fighter plane returning to New York.

"Really. That guy Steve... Kyle, you ended World War II?... A superhero of peace?"

When Bucky faced the new information, he was 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 would not recover for a long time.

Especially, when he knew that Steve drove a fighter plane into the ocean, and the disappearance of the fighter plane was still unknown, he sat on the fighter plane seat and sighed again and again.

Logan put the unconscious Natasha on the seat, his eyes sharp as if he had discovered something, and looked at Kyle's face in surprise, "Boss, your jaw..."

"Huh?" Kyle raised his eyebrows, reached out his hand and wiped his chin, and smeared some sticky blood on his fingers.

However, the tiny wounds caused by Bucky's boxing have not healed.

"Sergeant Bucky, right. Your manipulator is made of sodium carbon steel?" Logan asked Bucky.

"Sodium carbon steel?" Bucky murmured, raised his mechanical left arm blankly, shook his head and said, "It's just made of mechanical parts made of stainless steel."

"Then why..." Logan was interrupted by Kyle when he was halfway talking, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Boss, will you be injured too?" Yutong asked curiously. She had seen Kyle injured, but even the huge trauma caused by the nuclear explosion would heal as before in a few seconds.

"It's just a small injury." Kyle responded calmly, his fists clenched quietly, and his heart was not as calm as it seemed.

When he was still in the Red House base just now, he found that his self-healing ability had failed—not that it failed, but was temporarily suppressed by the body's abnormality, unable to show it.

really.After his body suffered a nuclear explosion in Tokyo, there was an unknowable big problem.

"After arriving at the airport, Logan, take them back to the manor first. I will go to Stark Industries for a trip and talk to Howard if I have something to do." Kyle said.

"No problem." Logan nodded.

"Yutong, mind ability can cope with Bucky's loss of control well, you can focus on it." Kyle ordered, walking over to squeeze Yutong's small head, Yutong nodded carefully and solemnly.

Kyle still didn't know what happened to his physique, so that his self-healing ability was invalid, so there was no need to say it to make the Carl family worry for nothing.

And he himself must let Howard find out the source of the physical problem as soon as possible!

It is late at night in New York, Stark Industrial Building, 52nd Floor, Medical Research Classification Floor.

The whole floor was quiet, only Howard, who put on a white coat, was in a brightly lit isolation ward, with his face tightly manipulating medical testing equipment and busy testing.

In the high-end medical warehouse, Kyle lay naked in it, his perfect figure is like a handicraft made of steel, covered with green light back and forth.

After half an hour.

The medical room opened, and the inner Kyle got up as if feeling conscious, and put on a simple shirt cover.

Howard let out a deep breath of the open hood, staring at Kyle, and said solemnly: "Some detailed chemical examination data have not yet been obtained, but I probably know your physical condition."

"Let's talk." Kyle nodded calmly, without a trace of panic on his face.

"Your body is infected with a large amount of nuclear radiation. As long as this radiation value is one-thousandth, it is enough for ordinary people to have symptoms such as dizziness and fever on the spot. If more than one-percent, they can be sick within a few years. Torture to death."

Having said this, Howard said with a wry smile: "With such a large amount of nuclear radiation going deep into the bone marrow, you are still alive and can only be described as superhuman."

"But you are indeed a'superman', with a metabolism that is more than five times that of humans, and ten times the superpower, speed, and physical fitness of humans. It is a perfect evolutionary version of humans! This should be the peak theoretical potential that the Super Soldier reagent can achieve. "

"There is also the incredible speed of self-healing. Your blood contains mysterious factors. It is precisely because of this that suppression and elimination of nuclear radiation symptoms in your body." Howard was speechless.

Kyle held his chin and asked, "That is to say, except for the loss of self-healing ability, my body has no excessive influence?"

"How is it possible." Howard frowned and shook his head. "The point is not the symptoms caused by nuclear radiation. Originally, your super soldier gene has stabilized and perfected, but now under the radiation infection, it is starting to slowly Break, collapse, try to regroup."

"I will be a second mutation? Or, a potential first mutation?" Kyle pondered.

"I don't know the seriousness of the problem. You become stronger than you are now, and you don't compromise your natural lifespan. That's evolution."

Howard paused, and said slowly and arduously: "The genes you are reorganizing will indeed induce powerful performance, but before the perfection of genetic recombination, you will gradually lose your ability, and even life-genetic ability is like It’s a flood. Even with the strength of your superhuman body’s dam, it won’t last long."

Kyle trembled and asked calmly, "About how long is there?"

"Less than a year."

Howard's words, like death's decree, proclaimed the end of Kyle's life.