Over a month ter.

  New York, Brooklyn, Seamist Street.

  The winter-ed streets gradually came alive uhe m sun, and it was the time shortly after the Christmas season and just before the arrival of the new year. Despite being in the midst of World War II, the bustling eic metropolis of New York remained untouched by the war's smoke and fmes.

  On a wintry m, people bundled up in coats hurriedly walked the streets, busy with their work and livelihoods. From time to time, one could see children wearing hoods and clutg stacks of bd white neers, darting through the bustling streets and shouting:

  "Latest edition of The New York Times! Major Kyle and Lieutenant Steve once again annihite the German Bases with their troops!"

  "Wall Street Journal! Two Ameri heroes shine again as the German froreats twenty miles due to insuffit resources!"

  "Indomitable and victorious, the iron-blooded officer who turhe tide of the war. Today, we present to you the glorious path of Major Kyle, the enemy of ten thousand men!"

  During this period, the neers were mostly filled with frontline bat reports, especially those highlighting victories. Once published, they would be snatched up by eager citizens in no time.

  Sure enough, within half an hour, the rosy-cheeked neer boy, whose face was freezing in the cold, sold out two stacks of neers on the wi street.

  It proved that even though the surface of World War II had not affected New York, it was enough to make people worry about the Ameri troops on the front lines, and they hoped and prayed for the war to end soon.

  " I have one, please?" A golden-haired girl wearing a purple scarf smiled and waved at the neer boy running past her oreet and spoke. The boy immediately ran over and took the ge, pg the st copy of the neer in the girl's basket.

  His eyes widened as he looked at the girl whose face resembled that of an angel, uo resist praising, "Big sister, you're really beautiful."

  "Such sweet words. Thank You." The golden-haired girl's beautiful eyes curved as she smiled warmly, her smile capable of melting the surrounding snow, causing tless passilemen to actally bump into mpposts.

  "I should head home now." Lucy exhaled a breath of cold air and elegantly carried her basket of groceries and neers as she walked bae.

  Although it was referred to as "home," it was actually the house where Kyle used to live. Located at 199 Seamist Street, it was a cssic Western-style duplex vil with a baly garden.

  Lucy took off her boots upoering and was greeted by the warmth of the firepce. The temperature inside was much cozier than outside, so she removed her thick coat, revealing her graceful figure beh the wooleer.

  After pg the basket oable, Lucy's elegant and poised demeanor outside quickly ged. She hurriedly unfolded the neers from the basket with aed look on her fad id them out oable.

  The neers all had headlines and picture ses, and the heroes in these neers differed greatly. They were either a stern young man wielding a round shield and anding the soldiers, or a cold-looking young man in bbat attire brandishing a long sword charging towards the enemy.

  Beh the pictures in the neers were detailed character introdus.

  "Steve Rogers, 23 years old, Captain America, Lieutenant Officer."

  (Steve Rogers, in his first battle ventured deep into the enemy's rear area alongside Major Kyle, breaking through the factory base, resg 500 Ameri soldiers held captive there and successfully making a breakthrough to e back.

  His soldiers call him Captain Amerid he lead his team and charged at the forefront with his shield, capturing five German Bases within a month and minimizing casualties on our side.

  He is a patriot, a Super Soldier, the embodiment of Ameri justice!)

  …

  Lucy quickly gnced over Steve's personal profile, but her eager eyes quickly fell oher side, where a longer and more detailed personal profile was written.

  "Kyle Doffer, 23 years old, the you Major in military history."

  Upon reading this, Lucy's face lit up with satisfa, and she gently opened her lips to recite Kyle's subsequent achievements:

  "Major Kyle is the you recipient of the rank of Major in the history of the Uates. In a terattack operation, he infiltrated the enemy base despite overwhelming odds, annihited the German anding officer and the main force, and successfully turhe tide of the frontlitle.

  To this day, Major Kyle's military campaigns have always ended in resounding victories. He has achieved extraordinary feats by single-handedly taking oire enemy squads. Acc to inplete records, he has surpassed ten thousand kills, earning him the title of a true nemesis of ten thousand enemies!

  He is a symbol of Ameri power and a hero feared by the German Army. He is known as the 'Devil' and the 'Executioner'."

  The test news reveals that the President of the Uates has awarded Major Kyle with an honorary medal for his services."

  Lucy finished reading smoothly in one breath and her face became radiant with happiness. Although such extensive and praisis about Kyle were frequently published during this period, she would buy these neers every time and spend days expl and reading them.

  "Just a few months ago, he was just a rookie who infiltrated enemy bases, and now he has bee a Major Officer. He represents the power of the Uates, a true hero!" Lucy pouted her rosy lips as she spoke.

  She was under immense pressure now. Not only in New York City but young women across the entire try were infatuated with the cold and handsome-looking young maed in the neer.

  After all, movie theaters in some major cities would occasionally s propaganda films showg battlefield operations.

  Kyle and Steve could be sidered Heroes in these past few months, just like characters in war dotary films. Their perfect figures, daring as, and youthful handsomeness were all on dispy.

  A single gesture of them raising an arm or looking into the camera on the proje s was enough to elicit ecstatic screams from some infatuated teenage girls.

  "Anyway, I was the first oo know Kyle. Lucy, you have to stay strong. There's no reason you would lose to those women." Lucy silently enced herself as she curled up on the sofa.

  She resembled a woman waiting for her husband to return, and finally muttered with a touencholy, "It's almost the New Year, I wonder when Kyle will e back…"

  Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away from New York, in the gcial mountains of an enemy-trolled area. A rugged railroad track extended from the snowy mountainside below, surrounded by snoed peaks with fierce winds and falling snowfkes.

  Oop of one of the snowy peaks, a team of several dozen Ameri soldiers military coats ys in wait, using listening devices to intercept messages transmitted from the rear base.

  Fury spoke with certainty, "It's been firmed without a doubt. The approag train carries an important figure from the Hydra anization, a neointed middle-aged German stist named Arnim Zo."

  "Alright, let's board the train. Since we only o capture a prisohis time, we don't oo many people," Kyle quickly said while looking towards Steve at his side.

  Steve nodded and replied, "It'll be just the two of us, along with Bucky. The three of us are skilled solo operatives, and we don't o fear the number of guards orain."

  "OK," Kyle nodded in agreement. In truth, he could hahis mission alohout fearing any danger.

  Kyle, Steve, and Bucky.

  The three of them prepared themselves, standing side by side on the freezing cold edge of the peak, looking down several hundred meters of the steep slope, patiently awaiting the arrival of the enemy's train.

  (End of this chapter)

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