I Am In Marvel Chapter 127: Kyle’s end
To be honest, when Bucky took action out of control, Taras next to him originally had a glimmer of hope that the Winter Soldier, who was currently the strongest in the Red Room but could not be fully controlled, could be killed by mistake. Kyle.
But when he saw Kyle resisting Bucky's most powerful mechanical blow head-on, Taras's body and mind felt as if a plate of ice water had been poured on him, making him feel so cold.
That is a mechanical boxing that is ten times more powerful than humans! Just like this?
Next, when Taras watched the Winter Soldier, the proud masterpiece of the Red Room, being kneaded and bullied back and forth in Kyle's hands as a sandbag, he was completely shocked and speechless.
"What's going on?" The other two senior personnel heard the unexpected movement and rushed outside the base. They saw Kyle fighting with the rampaging Winter Soldier, and they also secretly complained.
"Winter Soldier, stop!" As the person in charge of brainwashing the Winter Soldier, the Red Room executive stepped forward and issued instructions to stabilize the Winter Soldier. However, under the gun controlled by Yutong's mind, he was still He had no choice but to stop before he got closer than ten meters.
"No one is allowed to come near." Yutong opened her white and tender little hands, her eyes were shining with silver, and she used her extraordinary thoughts to control the situation outside of the battle, and did not allow others to affect the battle between Kyle and the Winter Soldier.
Well, it's a 'war', but it's more like a one-sided 'bullying'.
‘Bang! ’
In the central battle scene, Kyle violently dragged the Winter Soldier's mechanical arm, swung it around in the air, and threw it suddenly and forcefully.
The Winter Soldier flew out again with an expressionless face. He landed on his feet and used the mechanical arm to grasp the cement floor. He plowed three furrows back on the ground and was able to stop himself in a burst of dust.
"The strength is not bad, he can even catch up with Steve." Kyle said with a fair evaluation.
Winter Soldier Bucky’s strength is not much different from that of the shield-wielding Captain America Steve. Their physical strength and fighting skills are almost the same. The only difference is that one has an Adamant shield to withstand damage, and the other has a mechanical arm for powerful offense.
There is nothing wrong with one attacking and the other receiving, falling in love and killing each other.
Kyle doesn’t care whether your offense is strong or not. When it comes to attacking, the Winter Soldier and Black Widow are both younger brothers and younger sisters in his eyes.
"Shi, Steve?" When Bucky heard the name, he suddenly seemed to recall something. His empty and cold eyes were filled with emotions, and he kept mumbling to himself while holding his painful head in his hands.
"I knew it. Even if you forget my name, you will never forget Steve Rogers." Kyle smiled, slowly walked closer to Bucky, and continued to guide him: "Have you forgotten? ? Steve is your best friend. You once rescued him from gangsters in the streets of New York. Steve also broke into a German factory to rescue you."
Steve's name is like a key, driving Bucky to hold his head and roll back and forth on the ground, forcing open the dusty memory bank.
Seeing this scene, the Red Room executives outside the battle whispered urgently: "No, the Winter Soldier's original memory is about to recover."
"With that man here, we can't do anything, there's nothing we can do." Norris, another senior executive, shook his head to persuade.
Kyle looked at Bucky rolling on the ground, continued to get closer and said: "You and I, and Steve, the three of us were on a mission, and you were thrown out of a high-speed train to save Steve. , fell down a glacier cliff hundreds of meters high."
"Steve, the moving train, the glacier cliffs..." Bucky shuddered, and his closed eyes suddenly opened. He looked up at Kyle next to him, and his eyes gradually regained their sobriety.
"Welcome back, Sergeant Bucky." Kyle lowered his body and stretched out his palm. Bucky held it firmly with his mechanical left hand and stood up with help.
His first words made everyone around him stunned, "Major Kyle, I didn't expect to meet you here."
Major?
Kyle nodded with a strange face. No one had called him this name for a long time.
"What, is something wrong 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 applied for retirement after the war."
"Major General? Wait, you said the war is over?" Bucky was stunned. During the brainwashing period in the red room, even he didn't 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 Room personnel, "I can help you kill them, how about ?"
After the unabashedly cold words fell, the armed soldiers and senior officials in the red house turned pale and stared at Bucky with trembling bodies.
Bucky took a deep look at the Red Room executives, shook his head and said, "Forget it. They saved my life, and this is how I repay them for their brainwashing and controlling behavior."
When the people in the red room heard this, they sat on the ground with relief.
"Then let's go." Kyle didn't care and walked out of the base, followed by Logan Bucky and others.
Not long after they left, the guns suspended in the air of the base lost control of their thoughts and fell to the ground like rain.
Howard's manpower arrangements were on the transport fighter plane returning to New York.
"Really? That guy Steve actually...Kyle, you actually ended World War II?...A superhero who symbolizes peace?"
Bucky was filled with emotion when faced with the new information. He was sad and surprised at the same time. He didn't expect that so many things had happened to him in the red house for more than half a year. He was in a daze for a long time and still didn't recover.
Especially, when he knew that Steve's fighter plane crashed into the ocean, and the life and death of the man and the fighter plane were uncertain, he sat dumbly in the seat of the fighter plane and sighed repeatedly.
Logan put the unconscious Natasha on the seat, his eyes were sharp as if he had discovered something, and he looked at Kyle's face in surprise, "Boss, your chin..."
"Huh?" Kyle raised his eyebrows, reached out and wiped his chin, and a little sticky blood smeared on his fingers.
However, the tiny wounds caused by Bucky's punch earlier have not yet healed.
"Sgt. Bucky, right? Your manipulator is made of sodium carbon steel?" Logan asked Bucky.
"Sodium carbon steel?" Bucky muttered, raising his mechanical left arm blankly, shaking his head and saying, "It's just made of mechanical parts made of fine steel."
"Then why..." Logan was interrupted by Kyle mid-sentence, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"Boss, are you also injured?" Yutong 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, clenching his fists quietly, but his heart was far from as calm as it seemed.
When he was still at the Red House base just now, he discovered that his self-healing ability had failed - not that it had failed, but that it was temporarily suppressed by the mutation in his body and could not be displayed.
Sure enough. After the nuclear explosion in Tokyo, his body suffered from unknown major problems.
"After arriving at the airport, Logan, take them back to the manor first. I'll go to Stark Industries and talk to Howard if I have anything to do." Kyle warned.
"No problem." Logan nodded.
"Yutong, your mental ability can handle Bucky's loss of control very well. Please pay attention to it." Kyle ordered, walked over and kneaded Yutong's little head, and Yutong nodded obediently and solemnly.
Kyle still doesn’t know what’s wrong with his physique that makes his self-healing ability ineffective, so there’s no need to tell the people in the Karl family to worry in vain.
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, on the medical research classification floor of the Stark Industries Building on the 52nd floor.
The entire floor was silent except for Howard, who had put on a white coat and was in a brightly lit isolation ward. He was operating medical testing equipment with a tense face and was busy doing tests.
In the high-end testing medical warehouse, Kyle was lying naked in it. His perfect figure was like a handicraft made of steel, and the green light covered the scan back and forth.
Half an hour later.
The medical bay was opened, and Kyle in his inner self seemed to be aware of it and stood up, putting on a simple and plain shirt cover.
Howard took off the mask and took a deep breath, looked at Kyle, and said with unprecedented solemnity: "Some detailed chemical test data have not been obtained yet, but I roughly know your physical condition."
"Go ahead." Kyle nodded calmly, without any trace of panic on his face.
"Your body is infected with a large amount of nuclear radiation. As long as one thousandth of this radiation value is enough to cause dizziness, fever and other symptoms to ordinary people on the spot, if it exceeds one percent, it can cause symptoms such as dizziness and fever on the spot. He was tortured to death by illness within the year. ~IndoMTL.com~ Howard said this with a wry smile and said: "Such a large amount of nuclear radiation has penetrated into the bone marrow. You are still alive now, and you can only be described as super human. ”
"But you are indeed a 'Superman'. Your metabolism is more than five times that of humans, and your super strength, speed, and physical fitness are ten times that of humans. You are simply the perfect evolved version of humans! This should be the theoretical potential that the super soldier reagent can achieve Peak value."
"There is also an incredible speed of self-healing. Your blood contains mysterious factors. It is precisely because of this that the symptoms of nuclear radiation in your body are suppressed and eliminated." Howard was speechless.
Kyle held up his chin and asked: "That means that apart from the loss of my body's ability to heal itself, there will be no major impact?"
"How is that possible?" Howard frowned and shook his head, "The point is not the symptoms caused by nuclear radiation. Originally, your super soldier genes had stabilized and reached a perfect state, but now under the influence of radiation, Begin to slowly break, collapse, and try to reorganize."
"Will I mutate twice? Or, potentially, mutate for the first time?" Kyle pondered.
"Don't you know the seriousness of the problem? If you become more powerful than you are now without compromising your natural lifespan, that's called evolution."
Howard paused and said slowly and arduously: "The genes you are recombining will indeed induce powerful abilities, but before the genetic recombination is perfected, you will gradually lose your abilities and even your life - genes Ability is like a raging flood. Even with the dam strength of your superhuman body, it still won’t last long.”
Kyle trembled all over, but still asked calmly: "How long will it take?"
"Less than a year."
Howard's words were like the decree of death, announcing the end of Kyle's life.