Chapter Seventy-Nine: Returning with a Full Harvest

Deep within the secret underground military depot of Germany, in the darkest recesses of the hidden chamber, the contents of two wooden crates turned out to be the items most familiar to Kyle. Residual gemstones— Regardless of their specific effects, each one qualified as a blue-tier item, making them the ideal material for sacrificial draws. Venom, Blue Eagle, Senzu Beans, Vibranium Armguards, and other blue-tier cards that significantly bolstered individual power had all been obtained through sacrificing these residual gemstones.

Now, as Kyle gazed at the two crates brimming with residual gemstones before him, he couldn’t help but marvel. These were likely the earliest batch of primitive energy cubes produced by Hydra using the Cosmic Cube, intended to further their collaboration with Nazi Germany. After the alliance between the two soured and was dissolved, Hydra ceased supplying energy weapons to the German military, and these original energy cubes were stored away by Hitler along with various national treasures.

“About fifty pieces—this must be the last batch of unlimited energy cubes,” Kyle estimated inwardly.

With tons of gold and gems, the world’s most precious collectibles, and enough residual gemstones to draw five blue-tier cards, the harvest from this raid on the German underground depot was truly unprecedented.

“How are we supposed to handle all these things? They can’t be transported out by conventional means,” Logan asked, frowning. He’d been standing guard at the depot entrance and hadn’t seen Kyle draw cards and empty half the depot of its supplies.

“This is how,” Kyle shrugged, not bothering to conceal his actions. He reached into the crate and drew from one of the energy cubes.

After three seconds, the energy cube vanished from the crate, transformed into storage material within his card space.

“What—what just happened?” Logan’s eyes widened in astonishment, witnessing what seemed like magic. In all his years, he’d never seen such a supernatural phenomenon.

“It’s nothing special. One of my innate abilities—I can store items in another space,” Kyle explained while continuing to draw from the remaining residual gemstones in the crates.

He had no intention of hiding his item-drawing ability any longer; after all, Logan was now considered an ally, and exposing part of his power in front of him was no great risk.

Within minutes, Kyle emptied both crates of residual gemstones, then turned his attention to the array of collectibles in the hidden chamber, leaving not a single item undrawn.

Watching as the vast chamber was cleared out by Kyle’s card ability, Logan finally sighed, “This power—really is convenient.”

Logan himself was a mutant, so he was quite accepting of extraordinary abilities. Still, recalling the sodium-carbon steel sword, the Vibranium armguards, the Blue Eagle beast, and the Venom suit, his understanding of Kyle was once again challenged.

It seemed the hero he followed was a figure far more remarkable than his public persona as a war hero suggested.

After spending some time, Kyle finally drew the last masterpiece painting, then left the sealed underground depot with Logan, forcing open a path back to the surface.

When the two returned to the plaza of the Berlin presidential palace—where the vanguard of the Allied forces was stationed—they happened to encounter Fury, who was searching for them.

“Kyle, where have you been?” Fury wiped the sweat from his brow with his sleeve, panting as he looked at Kyle, who seemed to appear out of nowhere. “I’ve had transport planes arranged to take the first batch of retreating troops back to America. The wounded officers and the rescued hostages are ready, but you’re the last one.”

He paused, then continued, “Germany has been utterly defeated. In a few days, officials will gather to sign the surrender. The Allies won’t need to remain stationed here for long and will withdraw in batches.”

Kyle asked curiously, “I assume the spoils this time are considerable?”

Fury nodded, “Not bad. Since we led the main assault, we’ll claim enough scientific talent and weapon resources.”

“Then let’s go,” Kyle nodded, signaling Logan to follow.

The three were about to leave the Berlin plaza for the open space where the transport planes were parked when an American communications officer hurriedly emerged from the ranks of Allied soldiers, approached Kyle, and whispered a quick report in his ear.

“Alright, I understand,” Kyle replied with a blank expression. Once the officer departed, a barely suppressed fury flashed across the handsome face of the young man.

“What happened?” Fury asked, puzzled, as Logan also stopped silently.

Kyle lowered his voice. “Just an hour ago, two foreign agents clad in black leather infiltrated the rear battleship, shot dead more than a dozen navy soldiers, and took Natasha from the interrogation room.”

“They really dare—The Allied operation isn’t even over yet, and at this critical moment they launch an attack in the rear?” Fury, upon hearing this, was unable to contain his anger.

Before the battle, sending agents to infiltrate the battleship on a mission targeting Kyle was understandable. But now, after the war, to brazenly send more agents to snatch prisoners?

Fury said in a grave tone, “Should we report this to General Chester now, to put pressure on the Soviets?”

“No need. Let it rest for now. I’ll settle it later,” Kyle shook his head lightly, his gaze falling on the nearby Soviet troops, a cold smile curling his lips.

They’d tried to scheme against him—and now took the talent he coveted.

From the moment the Red Room made its move, this was not the end, but merely the beginning.

“Let’s go!” Kyle snorted coldly and, together with Fury and Logan, left the plaza at once.

After their departure, the Soviet officers stationed in the plaza felt a chill seep into their hearts, an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

The Soviet officers who participated in this battle couldn’t wait to bring back reports and spoils to their homeland—along with more intelligence about the American war hero, Kyle.

Kyle of America must be treated with caution! He should not be made an enemy lightly, for he is a man whose individual actions can influence the grand scale of war and accelerate the tempo of battle.

What the Soviet officers did not know was that their country’s special operations organization had already earned Kyle’s lasting enmity—twice noted in his little book.

Ten minutes later—

A transport plane laden with spoils took off from Berlin, Germany, soaring across ocean and land, returning to distant America.