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Military helicopters hovered in the sky, their bright searchlights illuminating the entire area.
After Kyle appeared, the soldiers and police officers who had previously surrounded the scene, pointing their guns at the Winter Soldier, Captain Arica, and even the King of Wakanda, instinctively lowered their weapons, even before receiving any orders.
They were willing to aim their guns at the Winter Soldier, Captain Arica, and even the Wakandan king, but none dared to point them at Kyle. The consequences of such actions were well known, as they were already etched into the pages of history.
"General Kyle," Rhodey removed his Iron Man helt and respectfully saluted Kyle. The soldiers and police officers behind him followed suit, their previously tense and hostile atmosphere instantly diffused by Kyle's re presence.
Kyle waved dismissively and reminded them, "I'm no longer a general, and I'm no longer an Arican citizen."
Rhodey responded sincerely, "To , you will always be the greatest general in history."
"In that case..."
Kyle shrugged and pointed at the trio of Winter Soldier, T'Challa, and Steve. "Do a favor and let take these three with . Is that a problem?"
Bucky, T'Challa, and Steve were taken aback by this statent. Rhodey's dark face showed signs of hesitation, and he said reluctantly, "General Kyle, if it were anything else, I'd agree without hesitation, but this situation is massive. It's not just Arica; the entire world is watching how this unfolds."
"So, my favor doesn't hold any weight anymore?" Kyle's expression turned serious, and a palpable aura of pressure emanated from him, causing the soldiers and police officers to step back a few paces.
"General Kyle, please wait. This is beyond my authority. I need to make a few calls," Rhodey said, feeling visibly stressed as beads of sweat ford on his forehead as he stepped back and put his Iron Man helt back on to contact soone via radio.
"Go ahead." Kyle nodded. Rhodey retreated a few steps and turned his back to make satellite calls.
Steve let out a sigh of relief, then looked at Kyle and asked, "Kyle, what are you doing here?"
Kyle gave him a disapproving look and replied, "Half an hour ago, Natasha called , saying this involved Bucky and she didn't know what you might do."
"Thanks," Steve lowered his head. He knew his actions today had been rash, not the composed and strategic Captain he usually was. Yet, he didn't regret his choices.
To Steve, being a hero ant following your heart freely, believing in what you think is right, and standing firm in those beliefs, even if it ant going against the world or having only a few supporters. Only by doing so could one truly stand for justice.
Steve pursued a philosophy of free-spirited heroism, while Tony Stark, had recently compromised with the world after certain events, leading to the current division within the Avengers.
"Kyle," Bucky called softly, his gaze fixed on Kyle.
"It seems you've recovered quite a bit," Kyle remarked in surprise.
"Not entirely," Bucky shook his head and remained silent after that.
"Kyle," T'Challa, gathering his courage, clenched his fists and questioned Kyle's actions. "You are a man of high esteem; you shouldn't be getting involved in this."
He glanced at Bucky and continued, "He killed my father. He must face justice for his cri. Captain Arica helped him escape and should also be held accountable."
"T'Challa, right?" Kyle said thoughtfully before asking, "And what about your current private actions— chasing a suspect through the streets, endangering public safety? Are those within the bounds of the law?"
T'Challa was rendered speechless. Indeed, his pursuit of Bucky also violated local law enforcent regulations.
Kyle continued aningfully, "And let's say Bucky did kill your father— did you actually see him commit the act with your own eyes?"
"I..." T'Challa opened his mouth to speak but quickly stopped, his pupils narrowing slightly. Indeed, he hadn't seen Bucky take any action. He had only seen Bucky at the scene and, considering Bucky's identity and the cris committed, he had assud Bucky was responsible for his father's death.
"I didn't kill your father," Bucky said in a raspy voice.
T'Challa furrowed his brow, remaining silent for a mont before looking at Kyle and saying, "You say this because you know them. You're defending them because of your relationship with them."
Kyle smiled, "It seems your father never ntioned to you."
"You... knew my father?" T'Challa's eyes widened in disbelief. How had he not heard of this before?
"Not only that," Kyle mused, "Does your country's royal palace basent have a door?"
"A door?" T'Challa was taken aback but soon rembered. Indeed, there was a long-sealed door in the basent of the Wakandan royal palace. Whenever he inquired about it, his father would beco nostalgic and briefly speak about the story behind that door.
"It's understandable you don't know, as that door hasn't been used for decades."
Kyle smiled faintly. His family's headquarters had once had a portal connecting to Wakanda. However, after Kyle, Howard, and Logan gradually left Earth, Wakanda and the headquarters lost contact.
"You... you're the owner of that door— my father's master," T'Challa said, his excitent growing. He began to recall childhood mories. His father had spoken of that door and his master while teaching him combat techniques, but never explicitly ntioned the master's identity or na.
"Master... I suppose so, though Logan taught him more."
Kyle patted T'Challa gently and said, "I'm very sorry about T'Chaka's plight. But don't let hatred blind you. The true killer of your father might be soone else."
T'Challa looked at Bucky and then at Kyle, nodding, "Alright. Since you say so, I will investigate thoroughly."
"Just co with to a place. I will give you the truth."
As Kyle finished speaking, Rhodey's call was finally complete. He turned to the four and said, "You may go."
Rhodey had made three calls— one to a high-ranking military general, one to the Secretary of State, and the last one to the President of the United States.
The response from all three was the sa: let them go.
Though reluctantly, they had to comply, giving a nod to the Symbol of Peace.
Even though the three high-ranking officials often disagreed on various matters, they united in their decision when faced with the Symbol of Peace.
"Then let's go."
Kyle had an expression as if he had already anticipated this. He raised his hand adorned with a ring, drawing circles in the air. Sparks spun around, forming a portal.
Kyle stepped into the portal first. Steve nodded to Bucky and followed, and after Bucky entered, T'Challa stepped in last.
The four of them passed through the portal, which gradually shrank until the sparks dimd and extinguished.
Rhodey watched the surrounding bewildered soldiers and police officers, and the chaotic traffic, and let out a sigh of frustration, "Now we're left with a ss..."
On the other side of the portal.
When Kyle brought Winter Soldier and the others to their destination, Steve, Bucky, and even T'Challa, who was born in Wakanda, all widened their eyes in astonishnt at the sight before them.
(End of Chapter)
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