I Am In Marvel Chapter 113: Washington
Washington, USA.
Because this is not the city where the hero Kyle was born (New York), the number of people marching was not terrifying enough to fill the entire city.
You can be close to the central city, but it is still crowded and noisy, especially in the White House Square where the top leaders of the US imperialism are about to make a public speech. Outside the defense line of the speech platform, a large number of media have taken their positions in advance in the inner three circles, and in the outer three circles And further out, you can't see the end of the crowd at a glance.
Among the onlookers, a little boy about seven years old was holding the mold of the suit Kyle in one hand and holding the trousers of the uncle next to him with the other hand. He asked uneasily: "Dad, did the hero Kyle really die?" Are you done?"
"How is that possible?" The uncle smiled, rubbed the boy's short hair vigorously, and said confidently and firmly: "Major General Kyle, he will not die!"
The people crowded around also laughed and said in agreement:
"That's right, how could a war hero die?"
"He is a superhero, suppressing war and chaos, a **** in our hearts."
"Maybe it's the same as the captain, he just fell asleep somewhere and will come back when he wakes up."
When they talked about Kyle, their faces were filled with smiles, confidence, pride, and even hope.
The media on the side kept taking photos and videos, recording this rare scene. It was the first time that someone had enough prestige to replace the gods, and was respected by thousands of people without any black spots.
"Coming, coming!"
At the reminder from the square, all the people and media watching the parade immediately turned their attention to the White House speech podium.
It can be seen that the new president with a middle-aged Chinese character walked in front, accompanied by a group of parliamentary politicians in suits and generals wearing decorated military uniforms. Under the cover of armed soldiers, they walked out of the door of the office building and boarded the board one after another. A slightly wider platform for speeches.
Dozens of politicians and generals were parked in the back half of the high platform, their faces solemn and solemn, causing the onlookers to subconsciously quiet down.
The new president wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked forward to the loudspeaker, stopped, faced the people and media outside the police line below, and said in a consistent politician's tone: "Gentlemen and ladies, Good afternoon everyone!"
However, his words were quickly interrupted by the people below, "Your Excellency, please omit the polite preface. We are here just for an explanation and the truth - why hasn't General Kyle returned yet?"
The new president quickly covered up his embarrassment, held the loudspeaker steady with his hand, and said: "Major General Kyle, he..."
He was about to speak smoothly about the cover-up rhetoric that the senior officials had just discussed, but as soon as he started to preach, he stopped again due to choking.
The new president looked down, with countless pairs of eyes filled with hope and expectation. With his excellent speech training, he was speechless for a moment.
Just when the president was in trouble, a spiral buzzing noise suddenly came from a high altitude not far away. Everyone looked up in surprise and saw a new aircraft with bamboo dragonfly wings, slowly Fly close to the high platform of the White House Square.
The armed soldiers and guards thought it was a terrorist attack and were about to rush to the high platform to cover the retreat of senior personnel. But when they saw a tall figure emerging from the helicopter door, they suddenly stopped.
In other words, everyone below stopped in a daze, held their breath, and looked at the young man in suit standing on the door with wide eyes.
"It's General Kyle..."
I don’t know who took the lead in shouting, and then, Washington Square, which was originally silent, suddenly boiled with excitement!
"Our war hero is back!"
The people raised their arms and cheered with moist eyes. The loud sound spread quickly and soon the whole sky in Washington was filled with the joyful sound of the hero's return.
At this time, the most embarrassing thing was the high-level executives on the high platform who had attracted much attention. They could only look at the approaching helicopter with a bitter smile and applause.
The helicopter stopped at an altitude of twenty meters close to the high platform, suspended in the air.
Kyle nodded, and jumped down, gliding slightly in the middle, and finally landed lightly in the center of the speech platform.
Wearing a dark night battle suit, carrying the iconic one-handed sword, he stood tall and cold on the high platform. With the blessing of the superhero aura, he immediately became the most dazzling protagonist on the scene, no matter how high-status a politician or general. All have to lower their heads.
Thousands of people below are still applauding with excitement and thunderous applause.
"Major General Kyle, you are finally back..."
The president turned around and wanted to be polite, but Kyle didn't even look at him and walked alone towards the congressmen and generals.
Faced with the approach of this murderous god, the faces of the generals who had experienced various battles changed slightly, not to mention the faces of the congressmen sitting in the greenhouse turned pale.
Among them, Representative Ivan, who was standing a little further back, and several other members, held their hands nervously, resisting the urge to fall to the ground in fear.
"Kyle." Admiral Chester sighed and stepped forward.
"General Chester, it's not what you wanted, but I'm still back." Kyle stopped and said coldly.
"Kyle. No matter what you have experienced, it is all my fault. Please don't hurt other people..." Before Admiral Chester could finish speaking, he was quickly interrupted by Kyle, " No, you're right."
Kyle sneered and said: "You are just old and confused."
General Chester was speechless and did not utter a rebuttal. His hair was as white as a haggard old man.
The helicopter still remained suspended in the low altitude~IndoMTL.com~The rope was thrown from the cabin, and Fury slid down to the high platform.
Howard knew that Kyle was back and notified Fury as soon as possible, and then they rushed to the White House Plaza in Washington.
Of course there is a purpose for doing this.
"Fury, how many did you find?" Kyle waved to Fury behind him and glanced at the congressmen in front. The congressmen were frightened, not knowing what the war hero wanted to do as soon as he came back.
"That, that, oh, and that." Fury stepped forward, searching with sharp eyes, and pointed out three members of Congress, including Ivan.
The three congressmen who were named trembled slightly. The other congressmen and the general didn't know why, but they still subconsciously stayed away from the three people and retreated to a safe distance.
"Oh." Kyle nodded coldly and walked towards the three congressmen.
"Major General Kyle, what do you want to do? Don't come here!" Ivan's eyes flashed with panic, and he shouted: "This is the White House Square. Congressmen and generals representing the country, as well as the general public, are here. In the eyes of the public and the media, please pay attention to your measured behavior!"
Kyle sneered, pedaling and speeding up to rush to Ivan. Before the surrounding armed soldiers could react, he clenched his right hand into a fist and landed on the opponent's lower abdomen.
‘Bang! ’
With Ivan's ordinary body, he received this punch with tons of impact. His whole body was like a ball, flying back and rolling, and half of his body sank into the white wall of the office building.
His body was completely maimed, he was vomiting blood, his eyes were wide open, and he couldn't even understand that he would die in such a simple and crude way.
After so much careful planning, he finally had no time to resist... With a snap, the other party trampled him to death like a cockroach.