Chapter Seventy-Six: We Have Kyle

“Not bad,” Kyle nodded softly, retracting the dark claws from his hands.

With this, the Venom suit could finally break free from its awkward state of only having a bulletproof outer layer, along with auxiliary functions like gliding, camouflage, and night concealment, but lacking any offensive modes.

After soothing the symbiotic Venom, Kyle turned his gaze back to Logan, who lay sprawled on the ground, and asked, “Now that your revenge is complete, how do you feel?”

Logan stared blankly at the blue sky, his chest still heaving, and replied, “For so long, I felt like a stone was pressing on my heart. Now it’s gone. It’s liberating, and I feel at ease.”

“I feel like, even if I died here right now... it wouldn’t matter anymore.”

The lone wolf, at last, no longer had to carry the burden of hatred and resentment, endlessly searching across the world in solitude, always wounded and moving forward.

Kyle smiled, and clarified, “That won’t do. According to our agreement, your terms are fulfilled, but from now on, whether you live or die—how you live—is up to me. If you die here, I’d be at a loss.”

“That’s true.” Logan laughed freely, pushing himself up from the ground, fatigue evident, and looked Kyle straight in the eye. “Though it was only the terms of negotiation, I still want to thank you. Otherwise, who knows how many more years it would have taken for me to achieve this revenge.”

Kyle returned his smile. “If you truly wish to thank me, then abide by our agreement—give me your full loyalty and your life.”

Logan nodded, clenching his fists with unwavering resolve. “I’ll do it!”

“That’s good,” Kyle said, patting Logan’s shoulder, genuinely pleased from within.

The first top enforcer of the soon-to-be-founded family was now officially in place.

As the saying goes, ‘If you trust someone, use them; if you doubt them, don’t.’ As long as Logan dared to swear loyalty, Kyle dared to trust and employ him. That was his confidence and courage.

As long as he kept striving for strength, always exerting the pressure of the family’s leader, and as the future family’s power grew, with many subordinates balancing each other’s roles, there would be no fear of anyone rising too strong and betraying him.

“When we return to the American base, I’ll have someone arrange an American identity for you, and your documents will be modified. Will you still go by ‘Logan’?” Kyle pondered aloud. With his current status and connections, getting someone a U.S. ID—even through proper channels—was hardly a challenge.

Still, since he planned to build a private family force in the future, he shouldn’t do too much under the title of a national brigadier general, lest it stir up other issues down the line.

“My first name will be Logan, but as for my surname…” Logan hesitated, then quickly decided. “I’ll leave that up to you.”

Insisting on his original name was possible, but it would defeat the purpose of going incognito. Besides, having slain Sabretooth today and severed the hatred of his former life, it was time to abandon the tragic and lonely past and embrace a true future.

Kyle seemed to understand Logan’s thoughts, nodded, and said, “Understood. Let’s go.”

“Where to now?” Logan asked. Having killed the enemy he’d struggled against his whole life, he now appeared relaxed and carefree, his face no longer bearing the rugged, cold severity it once did.

“The capital of Germany. It’s time to put an end to the chaos of the European war zone.” Kyle shrugged, withdrawing the sodium-carbon steel sword from Sabretooth’s corpse and sheathing it on his back, before swiftly descending the mountain.

Logan paused, giving one last look to Sabretooth’s body, whose throat still oozed dark red blood from the wound in the back of his neck. Sabretooth’s ferocious face was frozen, eyes wide open as if, even in death, he couldn’t believe he’d been killed so easily.

Logan shook his head lightly, then set off in pursuit, speeding downhill after Kyle.

The two left the wild mountains along the German border in quick succession.

Half an hour later, the carnivorous beasts of the mountain finally dared to emerge, their fangs dripping with saliva as they cautiously approached the blood-soaked corpse at the summit.

Kyle, with Logan in tow, reunited with his American unit, and with morale high, they pressed forward, breaking through German defensive lines and advancing almost unimpeded into the heart of Germany.

The millions-strong Allied army surged forward like an unstoppable sword. General Chester, a five-star officer, was the hand wielding that sword in the rear; Kyle was its sharpest point, tearing through futile defensive lines by force.

Countless German soldiers entrenched on the front lines saw the devilish young man charging at the vanguard of the enemy and chose to abandon resistance, fleeing instead.

Some German officers, seeing the situation clearly, immediately raised the white flag and surrendered as soon as Kyle’s troops entered their territory.

World War II had dragged on far too long and hard. Hitler still struggled to hold out, but many German soldiers and civilians were weary beyond measure. Now, with the overwhelming force brought by Kyle and the Allied forces, there was little strength left to resist.

Far beyond what historians of the previous world could have imagined, in this Marvel Earth, such a massive campaign against an enemy nation took barely over a month. Hundreds of thousands of Allied troops advanced straight to the German capital—Berlin.

Berlin was like a ghost city, the air thick with the scent of gunpowder and blood. The once bustling streets were now eerily silent.

“Major Kyle. Another five hundred meters ahead lies the main district of Berlin, Germany—essentially the last refuge for Hitler and his Nazi regime,” a Soviet communications officer saluted respectfully, speaking fluent English as he reported to the young man in battle attire atop the lead armored vehicle.

Yes, the Soviets…

Among the three Allied powers, aside from the Americans, the other armies, after fighting shoulder-to-shoulder with Kyle, finally understood the series of American military reports their own command had struggled to comprehend.

Why had the American front in Europe achieved victory and peace so quickly, repeatedly winning decisive battles against overwhelming odds?

Why had Hydra, with its limitless energy weapons and global influence, been so swiftly uprooted?

Why was a man in his twenties already a major general, the very symbol of American conquest and might?

The Soviet and British armies, after this campaign, fully grasped the truth.

In this world, there were only two types of armies: those with Kyle, and those without him.

Your tank divisions have overwhelming firepower and no one can advance? We have Kyle.

You command tens of thousands of soldiers in the best defensive fortifications? We have Kyle.

Your elite special forces launch surprise attacks, impossible to defend against? We have Kyle.

The other Allied officers, after experiencing warfare alongside Kyle, discovered that war could be fought with such overwhelming strength!