To be honest, when Bucky lost control, Taras next to him still had a glimmer of hope, that is, the Winter Soldier, who was now the strongest person in the Red Room but not under full control, could kill Kyle by mistake.
But when Taras saw Kyle taking Buggy's strongest mechanical attack head-on, his body and mind felt like a bucket of ice water was poured over them, and they felt completely chilled.
That's a mechanical punch that's more than ten times stronger than a human's! How can you just take it like that
Next, when Taras saw the Winter Soldier, the Red House's proud masterpiece, being kneaded and bullied like a sandbag in Kyle's hands, he was so shocked that he was speechless.
"What's going on?" The other two senior executives heard the unexpected noise and hurried to the door of the base. When they saw Kyle fighting with the rampaging Winter Soldier, they secretly groaned.
"Winter Soldier, stop it!" The Red Room executive who was responsible for brainwashing the Winter Soldier was about to step forward and give orders to stabilize the Winter Soldier, but under the gun controlled by Yutong's mind, he had no choice but to stop before he got within ten meters.
"No one is allowed to come near." Yutong spread out her tender white hands, her eyes sparkling with silver light. She used her extraordinary thoughts to control the situation outside the battle, not allowing others to affect the fight between Kyle and the Winter Soldier.
Well, it’s more like one-sided ‘bullying’ than ‘fighting’.
"Bang!"
In the central battle, Kyle violently dragged the Winter Soldier's mechanical arm, swung him up in the air, spun him around in a full circle, and suddenly threw him out with force.
The Winter Soldier flew out again with an expressionless face. He landed on his feet and used his mechanical arms to grip the concrete floor. He plowed three grooves on the ground and barely stopped in a cloud of dust.
"He's quite capable, almost as capable as Steve." Kyle gave a fair evaluation.
Bucky the Winter Soldier is not much different in strength from Steve the Captain America with a shield. Their physical strength and fighting skills are almost the same. The only difference is that one has an adamantium shield to withstand damage, while the other has a mechanical arm to attack with great force.
One is the top and the other is the bottom. There is nothing wrong with them loving and hating each other.
Kyle doesn't care how strong your attack is. When it comes to strong attack, Captain America, Winter Soldier and Black Widow are all younger brothers and sisters in his eyes.
"Steve?" Bucky seemed to recall something when he heard the name. Emotion flashed in his empty and cold eyes. He held his aching head with both hands and kept muttering to himself.
"I knew it. Even if you forget my name, you will never forget Steve Rogers." Kyle smiled, slowly walked closer to Bucky, and continued to guide him: "Have you forgotten? Steve is your best friend. You once saved him from gangsters in the streets of New York, and Steve also broke into a German factory to rescue you."
Steve's name was like a key, driving Bucky to hold his head and roll back and forth on the ground, as if the dusty memory bank was forcibly opening.
The Red Room executives outside the battle area saw this scene and whispered urgently: "Not good, the Winter Soldier's original memory is about to be revived."
"With that man here, we can't do anything. We are powerless." Another senior executive, Norris, shook his head and advised.
Kyle looked at Bucky rolling on the ground and continued to approach and said, "You, me, and Steve, the three of us were on a mission. In order to save Steve, you were thrown out of a high-speed train and fell off a glacier cliff hundreds of meters high."
"Steve, a moving train, a glacier cliff..." Bucky shuddered and his tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. He looked up at Kyle beside him, and his eyes gradually regained their clarity.
"Welcome back, Sergeant Bucky." Kyle lowered his body and stretched out his hand. Bucky grasped it tightly with his mechanical left hand and stood up with the help.
His first words stunned everyone who heard him, "Major Kyle, I didn't expect to meet you here."
Major
Kyle nodded with a strange expression on his face. No one had called him by that name for a long time.
“What’s wrong?” Bucky scratched his head.
Logan carried Natasha over and explained, "The boss was promoted to major general a long time ago. Of course, he applied for retirement after the war."
“Major General? Wait, you said the war is over?” Bucky was stunned. During the brainwashing in the red room, even he didn’t know that more than half a year had passed outside.
"I'll tell you about Steve on the plane back." Kyle patted Bucky's shoulder comfortingly and glanced at the people in the Red Room. "I can help you kill them. How about that?"
After these undisguised cold words were spoken, the armed soldiers and senior staff of the Red House turned pale and stared at Bucky trembling all over.
Bucky took a deep look at the Red Room executives, shook his head and said, "Forget it. They saved my life, so I will repay them for their brainwashing and control of me."
When the people in the red house heard this, they sat down on the ground as if relieved.
"Then let's go." Kyle didn't care. He walked out of the base, and Loganbaki and others followed.
Not long after they left, the guns that were floating in the air above the base lost their mind control and fell to the ground like raindrops.
Howard's personnel were arranged on the transport plane returning to New York.
"Really? That guy Steve actually... Kyle, you actually ended World War II?... A superhero who is the symbol of peace?"
Bucky was filled with emotion when faced with the new information. He felt sad and surprised at the same time. He had not expected that so many things had happened to him in the Red House in the past six months. He was in a trance for a long time before he recovered.
In particular, when he learned that Steve's fighter plane crashed into the ocean and both he and the plane were missing, his life or death was unknown, he sat in the seat of the fighter plane and sighed repeatedly.
Logan put the unconscious Natasha on the seat, his sharp eyes seemed to have discovered something, and looked at Kyle's face in surprise, "Boss, your chin..."
"Hmm?" Kyle raised his eyebrows and reached out to wipe his chin, some sticky blood smeared on his fingers.
However, the minor wound caused by Bucky's punch had not yet healed.
"Sergeant Bucky, right? Your mechanical arm is made of sodium carbon steel?" Logan asked Bucky.
"Sodium carbon steel?" Buggy muttered, and raised his mechanical left arm blankly, shaking his head and said, "It's just made of fine steel mechanical parts."
"Then why..." Logan was interrupted by Kyle halfway through his words, "Don't worry, I'm fine."
"Boss, will you get hurt too?" Yutong asked curiously. She had seen Kyle get hurt, but even the huge trauma caused by a nuclear explosion would heal in just a few seconds.
"It's just a minor injury." Kyle responded calmly, his fists clenched quietly, his heart was far from as calm as he looked.
Just now when he was in the Red House Base, he found that his self-healing ability had failed - it was not that it had failed, but that it was temporarily suppressed by the changes in his body and could not be displayed.
As expected, his body had some unknown problems after the atomic bombing of Tokyo.
"After arriving at the airport, Logan, take them back to the manor first. I'm going to Stark Industries to talk to Howard about something." Kyle instructed.
"No problem." Logan nodded.
“Yutong, your telekinesis ability can be very effective in dealing with Bucky’s out-of-control situation. You should pay special attention to it.” Kyle instructed, walking over and kneading Yutong’s little head. Yutong nodded obediently and solemnly.
Kyle didn't know what was wrong with his body that caused his self-healing ability to fail, so there was no need to tell anyone and make the Carl family worry in vain.
And he himself must help Howard find out the root cause of his physical problems as soon as possible!
It was late at night in New York, on the 52nd floor of the Stark Industries building, in the medical research classified area.
The entire floor was silent. Only Howard, wearing a white coat, was in a brightly lit isolation ward. He was operating the medical testing equipment with a tense expression and busy performing tests.
In a high-end medical testing chamber, Kyle was lying naked, his perfect body like a work of art made of steel, with green light scanning back and forth.
Half an hour later.
The medical cabin opened, and Kyle inside seemed to have sensed something and stood up, putting on a simple shirt.
Howard untied his mask, exhaled deeply, and stared at Kyle. He said with unprecedented seriousness, "Some detailed test data are not available yet, but I roughly know your physical condition."