If Card Reading and Card Tributing can quickly enhance individual strength and beco stronger when facing challenges, then the third new ability, Card Gifting, can extend this characteristic to a team or faction.
"With this ability, the plan to train a family's influence can take a big step forward after the end of World War II," Kyle thought, feeling the excitent in his heart that was hard to calm down.
Previously, the plan Kyle had for nurturing influence only had a single thing, the embryonic territory of the giant Ancient Dragon-Turtle Island. However, the Card Gifting ability truly served as the foundation and heritage for creating a family.
Natasha, still bound, noticed that Kyle's gaze toward her had beco increasingly strange. She couldn't help but bite her lip and turn her face away.
Hmph, n… they all think with their lower bodies, even Arican heroes are no exception.
"I won't let it end for myself here," Natasha muttered quietly, surveying the cold and cramped interrogation room, where she is bound by ropes and a collar.
"What are you observing? I already told you, don't think about escaping from here," Kyle snapped out of his future blueprint contemplation and looked at Natasha, whose thoughts were running wild.
Natasha, with a hint of discontent on her pretty face, complained in a low voice, "You can do that, but can you at least loosen the restraints? It would be more comfortable for everyone."
"Comfortable? What the hell are you talking about?" Kyle coldly glared at her, then softened his attitude and said, "Natasha, is your dream only to beco stronger? If I can make you stronger, would you still want to return to the Red Room organization?"
"Are you trying to turn against them?" Natasha's eyes darted around, directly rejecting his proposal, "Whether the Red Room wants back or not is not for to decide. If I betray the organization, they will send agents to kill ."
"If you join , you won't have to fear the Red Room organization," Kyle coldly snorted but fell into contemplation.
At present, his persuasive power was not high. Even if he was strong personally, it was difficult for him to surpass an elite organization of a superpower like the Red Room, especially since he was only a U.S. Brigadier General and most of his human resources were tied to the nation.
He did not have a strong enough trump card to make Natasha betray the Red Room organization, so this conversation had to be postponed for now.
"You should think about it on your own. At the mont, there's not much I can promise, but starting now, I can at least guarantee your personal safety."
While saying this, Kyle stood up from his chair and drew the Carbonadium Sword he had fastened to his back, lightly slashing it forward.
In the next mont, the ropes binding Natasha's waist snapped, falling to the ground.
"Soday, you will understand that the choice I gave you today is a gift that even God cannot bestow upon you."
Confidently leaving these words, Kyle opened the door to the interrogation room and was about to leave.
Natasha hurriedly spoke up, "At least remove this collar from my neck!"
"Stay put. I will have soone bring you food regularly. Don't think about escaping from here," Kyle shrugged as he walked out, and locked the security iron door behind him.
If the other party wanted to escape, even sending a contingent of U.S. troops to guard would probably not be enough to prevent her from getting away. But if the other party really had a hint of desire to leave the Red Room, she would accept her current state of unescapable confinent.
This was also a little psychological tactic.
The warship was about to set sail, and Kyle planned to deal with this matter after the upcoming battle.
"He actually left?" Natasha, the only one left in the interrogation room, sat quietly on the chair, her head slightly tilted as she recalled Kyle's suggestion.
Betray the Red Room and join his side?
"No matter how I look at it, this is the worst choice," Natasha scratched her head irritably and decided to stop thinking about it, burying her face on the table.
…
On the deck of the battleship, under the scorching sun at noon.
Thousands of Arican soldiers wearing combat uniforms and carrying firearms stood in neat and orderly formation. Their gaze was focused on the young man wearing a general's uniform jacket.
"The anchor has been raised…"
"The naval sailors in their positions on the battleship are ready!"
"The captain and the vice-captain are prepared in the control center!"
"All combat soldiers are fully equipped! We are fully prepared for battle!"
Fury finished reporting and put down the communicator in his hand. He saluted the young man standing by the railing at the bow of the ship. "The departure ti is approaching! General Kyle, please give the order!"
Kyle nodded and looked out at the vast expanse of the sea. In a cold voice, he said, "Then, set sail! Our target is the Norman Bottom Coast!"
"Yes!" Fury nodded and imdiately contacted the other end of the communicator.
Soon, the fleet of warships took the lead and officially set sail as the vanguard of the fleet, breaking through the waves and heading straight ahead.
At the sa ti, the hundreds and thousands of other warships that were anchored around also followed suit, covering several miles of the sea as they surged forward.
Apart from the turbulent waves on the sea, in the sky above, thousands of fighter jets resembled a swarm of bees leaving their nest, densely occupying the airspace and heading in the sa direction.
This Allied coalition had deployed over two million soldiers and an imasurable amount of weapons and ammunition. It could be imagined how fierce the upcoming amphibious landing battle would be.
Kyle, standing at the bow of the leading warship, removed his general's jacket, revealing the all-in-one black Venom Battlesuit underneath.
His back was adorned with a Carbonadium Sword, his right hand and forearm were completely covered by the chilling Vibranium Bracer, the dual-energy pistols were holstered on the sides of his legs, connected to the battle suit, and the new gravity magnetic equipnt was configured on his belt. He was fully ard and ready for battle.
Fury approached Kyle and reminded him in a low voice, "Kyle, don't be too reckless this ti. You're a Brigadier General and the commander that the enemy will focus their fire on."
Kyle smiled and said, "Well, isn't the rear command of the army I lead taken care of by you alone?"
"I'm just worried…" Fury started to say but realized he had misspoken and helplessly spread his hands.
Kyle wasn't soone he should worry about, after all. He had always been a Super Soldier who proved himself on the battlefield, not just a paper-pushing officer.
Fury explained, "After our warships reach the opposite coast, the Allied forces will be divided into five armies to conduct the amphibious assault. The warships and fighter jets will coordinate with us to suppress the enemy's tanks and fortresses. The armies will continue to advance, occupy every place they reach, eliminate enemy forces, and liberate France completely from the German occupation."
"As long as you give us the direction and scope of the attack," Kyle said coldly.
Offensive operations were his specialty!
(I'm not familiar with the specifics of the actual amphibious landing battle, but let's imagine it as a large-scale battle in a parallel world.)
(End of this chapter)
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