I Am In Marvel

To be honest, in Bucky's out-of-control action, Taras next to him still had a glimmer of hope, that is, the Winter Soldier, who is now the strongest in the Red House but could not fully control it, could kill Kyle by mistake.

But when he saw Kyle's strongest mechanical blow against Bucky, Taras' body and mind seemed to be poured on a plate of ice water, and it was cool.

That is a dozen times the mechanical boxing of human beings! Just like that?

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

"What's the matter?" The other two high-level personnel heard the unexpected movement and rushed to the outside of the base. They saw that Kyle was also secretly complaining when he was fighting against the runaway Winter Soldier.

"Winter Soldier, stop me!" The Red Room executive, as the person in charge of brainwashing the Winter Soldier, was about to step forward and issue an order to stabilize the Winter Soldier, but under the firearm controlled by Yutong's mind, he was not close to ten. Mi reluctantly stopped.

"No one is allowed to approach." Yutong stretched out Bai Nenenen's little hands, her eyes twinkled with silver light, and with her transcendent thoughts outside the control of the battle, others were not allowed to influence the battle between Kyle and the Winter Soldier.

Well, it's more like unilateral 'bullying' to say it's a 'war'.

'Boom! ’

In the central battle, Kyle violently dragged the Winter Soldier's mechanical arm, and the whole person swung it around in the air, and suddenly threw it out.

The Winter Soldier, who flew out again, had no expression on his face, landed on his feet, and cooperated with the robotic arm to grasp the concrete ground, ploughing three trench marks back on the ground, and a burst of dust could almost stop his body.

"The strength is not bad, and it has caught up with Steve." Kyle gave a fair evaluation.

Bucky the Winter Soldier, his strength is not much different from that of the shield-wielding Captain America Steve, and the two have almost the same physical strength and fighting skills. The only difference is that one has an Adamant shield that can withstand damage, and the other has a mechanical arm that is powerful to attack.

One attack and one suffer, love and kill each other is fine.

Kyle doesn't care whether your attack is strong or not. When it comes to attacking, the Winter Soldier Black Widow of the US team is a brother and sister in his eyes.

"Shi, Steve?" When Bucky heard the name, he suddenly remembered something, his empty and indifferent eyes filled with emotion, and he kept muttering to himself while holding his aching head in his hands.

"I knew it. Even if you forget my name, you won't forget Steve Rogers." Kyle smiled, slowly approached Bucky, and continued to guide the narrative: "Have you forgotten? Husband is your best friend, you rescued him from thugs in the streets of New York, and Steve rescued you from 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, with the dusty memory bank being forcibly opened.

The executives of the Red Room outside the war saw this scene and whispered eagerly: "No, the original memory of the Winter Soldier is about to recover."

"With that man here, we can't do anything, there's nothing we can do." Norris, another high-level executive, shook his head to persuade.

Kyle looked at Bucky who was rolling on the ground, continued to approach and said: "You and I, and Steve, when the three of us were on a mission, you were thrown from the high-speed train to save Steve and fell. glacial cliffs hundreds of meters high."

"Steve, the moving train, the glacier cliff..." Bucky shuddered, his closed eyes suddenly opened, he looked up at Kyle next to him, and his eyes gradually regained their lucid 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 assistance.

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

Major?

Kyle nodded strangely, this title has not been called for a long time.

"What, isn't it there?" Bucky scratched his head.

Logan carried Natasha over 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 in the Red House, he didn't even know that more than half a year had passed outside.

"I'll tell you about Steve on the plane back." Kyle patted Bucky on the shoulder comfortingly, and glanced at the people around the Red House, "I can help you kill them, how?"

The undisguised cold words fell, and the armed soldiers and high-level personnel of the red house turned pale and stared at Bucky with trembling all over.

Bucky took a deep look at the executives of the Red Room, shook his head and said, "Forget it. They saved my life, and the brainwashing and control behavior of me should be regarded as my reward for them."

When the people in the red house heard this, they sat down on the ground in relief.

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

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

Howard's manpower arrangement, on the transport fighter returning to New York.

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

Facing the new information, Bucky sighed with emotion, sadness and surprise. He didn't expect that so many things had happened in the red house for more than half a year.

In particular, when he knew that Steve's fighter plane crashed into the ocean, and the life and death of the person and the fighter plane were still unknown, he sat in the fighter plane and sighed again and again.

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

"Huh?" Kyle raised his eyebrows, reached out to wipe his chin, and smeared a little sticky blood on his fingers.

However, the tiny wound caused by Bucky's punching 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 mechanical left arm blankly, shook his head and said, "It's just made of stainless steel mechanical parts."

"Then why..." Rogan was interrupted by Kyle in the middle of his words, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

"Boss, will you be injured too?" Yu Tong asked curiously. She had seen Kyle injured, but even the huge trauma caused by the nuclear explosion would heal as before 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 red house base just now, he found that his self-healing ability had failed—not that it had failed, but that he was temporarily suppressed by the mutation of his body and could not be displayed.

really. His body, after the nuclear explosion in Tokyo, had a big problem that could not be known.

"After arriving at the airport, Logan, take them back to the manor first. I'll go to Stark Industries and talk to Howard." Kyle urged.

"No problem." Logan nodded.

"Yutong, the ability of mind can handle Bucky's out-of-control situation very well, you should pay attention to it." Kyle instructed, walking over and kneading Yutong's small head, Yutong nodded obediently and solemnly.

Kyle still doesn't know what is wrong with his physique, so that his self-healing ability fails, so there is no need to say it to let the people of the Carl family worry in vain.

And himself, he must let Howard find out the root cause of the problem as soon as possible!

It is late at night in New York, the Stark Industries Building, the fifty-second floor of the medical research classification floor.

The whole floor was silent. Only Howard, who had put on a white coat, was in a brightly lit isolation ward, his face taut, manipulating the medical testing equipment and busy with tests.

In the high-end testing and medical warehouse, Kyle was lying naked in it, with a perfect body like a handicraft made of steel, and the green light covered and scanned back and forth.

After half an hour.

The medical warehouse was opened, and the inner Kyle seemed to get up and put on a simple shirt cover for himself.

Howard took a deep breath after taking off his mask, stared at Kyle, and said with unprecedented solemnity: "Now some detailed chemical test data have not been obtained, but I probably know your physical condition."

"Let's talk." Kyle nodded calmly, without the slightest panic on his face.

"Your body has been infected with a large amount of nuclear radiation. As long as this radiation value is 1/1000, it is enough for ordinary people to experience dizziness, fever and other symptoms on the spot. If it exceeds 1%, they can be sick within a few years. Tortured to death."

When Howard said this, he smiled bitterly and said: "Such a large amount of nuclear radiation values ​​penetrates deep into the bone marrow, you are still alive, and can only be described as superhuman."

"But you are indeed a 'superman', your metabolism is more than five times that of a human being, and your super strength, speed, and physical energy are ten times that of a human. "

"There is also the incredible speed of self-healing. Your blood contains mysterious factor energy. It is precisely because of this that the nuclear radiation symptoms in your body are suppressed and eliminated." Howard was speechless.

Kyle held his chin and asked, "That means, apart from the loss of my body's self-healing ability, there is no undue impact on my body?"

"How is that possible." Howard frowned and shook his head, "The point is not the pathology caused by nuclear radiation. Originally, your super soldier gene had stabilized to a perfect state, but now, under the infection of radiation, it began to slowly slow down. Break, crumble, try to regroup."

"I will mutate twice? Or, a potential first mutation?" Kyle pondered.

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

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

Kyle shuddered and asked calmly, "How long will it take?"

"Less than a year."

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