He still didn't quite believe that Kyle was an American major general or something like that. Even if he was, it had nothing to do with him.
"Wait a moment." Kyle tried to persuade him to stay, but the weathered old man quickened his pace and left to the other end of the street.
Kyle narrowed his eyes and followed behind, speeding up. He didn't want to miss it.
There are no mutants in this world - this is what he learned at the training base before, but now he meets a man who looks like Wolverine, how can he not be surprised.
"It's really annoying." The old man ran and glanced back at Kyle who was following closely behind him. He couldn't help but speed up his pace and soon his speed exceeded the normal running speed of a normal person.
But soon, he found that Kyle was still following him closely, like a sticky plaster and he couldn't get rid of him.
"What do you want? Do you want me to attack you?" The old man stopped, turned around and said coldly.
"Are you alone? Don't you have any comrades or brothers on the battlefield with you?" Kyle looked around to confirm. From now until now, he hasn't seen any trace of other people.
If the person before him was really the Wolverine he knew, then where was the other party's big brother Sabretooth
The old man snorted coldly: "No comrade can match me. Brother? I have never had any brothers!"
No brothers
Kyle frowned, and the other party didn't seem to be lying or talking nonsense. This uncle really was like a lone wolf.
Kyle thought about it, and reached into the holster of the energy pistol on the side of his feet. Just as the old man's eyes became alert, he materialized a box of cigarettes and threw it over there, "I see you've run out of cigarettes, I'll give you a pack."
The weathered uncle quickly took the cigarette, glanced at the box cover, and nodded slightly with satisfaction, "It's an American brand, not bad."
He looked back at Kyle, his expression slightly more relaxed, "Tell me, what do you want from following me?"
"You look like an old friend of mine. Please tell me your name. Once I know your name, I won't follow you anymore." Kyle said urgently.
"If you are American, then you have never seen me. I have never been to America." The old man said, turned around and walked away, waving his hand and saying, "My name is Logan Stryker. Stay alive and see you after the battle."
His lone wolf-like figure soon disappeared into the endless darkness of the war zone streets and was never seen again.
"Logan Stella, even the last name is different."
Kyle stood there muttering to himself, his eyes full of complicated meanings.
He now understood that the other party was not the well-known Wolverine, but a similar person in this parallel Marvel world.
Similar appearance, abilities, and experiences, but not that person.
Chapter 67: Confrontation with Logan
Dawn gradually approached, and when the first rays of morning sun shone down from the sky of the Gold Coast, the nightmarish night in the marginal city of France gradually dissipated.
At this time, the inland area of the Gold Coast had completely fallen into a ruined scene after the baptism of war. Rotting corpses, gun shells, bloodstains, and scorched earth and smoke were everywhere, all of which made the area of more than ten miles look like an abandoned disaster area.
Countless bodies of soldiers were piled up like hills and burned, and the air was filled with foul-smelling black smoke that made people feel sick.
After a night passed, the large-scale beach landing war that lasted for more than ten hours finally had a chance to take a break.
The German troops on the five beach fronts and the French edge cities were basically cleared. Of course, the forced beach landing operations of the Triple Alliance also suffered heavy casualties, but there were more and more Allied soldiers transported to the rear to land, replenishing the new blood of the continuous combat troops, so it seemed that the military strength was increasing instead of decreasing.
This was only the first day of the battle. The Triple Alliance had won a bitter victory. They had to step up their fighting pace, first completely invade France, eliminate German soldiers and liberate territory, and then break into German territory...
Early in the morning, most of the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces rested on the spot, and new troops were deployed to attack and defend.
Fury, whose lieutenant officer uniform was covered in blood and stains, was busy running around. He had just put down his rifle when he was directing the troops he led to collect supplies and rest.
While he had just completed his command post at the rank of major general, he was asking the communications soldier for news about Kyle.
In fact, for one position, I have to worry about three things.
"What, you mean Major General Kyle? He seemed to be in the frontline combat zone last night."
"I saw it last night, too. Major General Kyle is so strong that he directly wiped out the German troops that were blocked by one of our combat teams."
"Yes, he killed several soldiers at every step. I don't know how many German soldiers who encountered him turned and fled, shouting 'devil'."
"He was so fast that I could only see a figure passing by and then I couldn't catch up with him anymore."
Fury asked American soldiers from different units, but they only gave him words of admiration and praise like this, and he didn't get any specific information about his whereabouts.
However, Fury felt relieved knowing that Kyle was fine and had been actively engaged in offensive operations on the front lines.
Although I believe in Kyle's strength, I still can't help but worry about his safety. This is probably the friendship as a true comrade.
At this time, the border between the edge of French territory and the major cities in the interior is also the current frontline combat area.
The Allied forces that attacked here were still very few, and there was not a single German soldier to be seen on the streets of the small town. It was as quiet as an empty city.
The sound of a lighter rang out crisply in one place. After the cigarette butt was lit, the owner took a few deep puffs and exhaled a large cloud of white smoke.
Logan sat alone on the third floor rooftop of an abandoned building, smoking silently, with two German rifles placed at his feet. They looked like they were picked up or robbed, and he had no time to maintain them.
For him, the gun only serves to conceal the fact that he is an ordinary veteran. When it comes to a real life-and-death battle, only the sharp claws hidden in his hands are more reliable.
However, he has lived for more than half a century and faced countless life-and-death situations, but he still survived in loneliness as if it were a curse, like a lone wolf who was unwilling but had to succumb to fate.
After taking the last puff, Logan threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out, then fumbled into his pocket and pulled out a sharp cowhide saber. He then took off his Soviet combat uniform, revealing his lean and strong body, with not a single scar on his bronze skin.
As if he was used to it, Logan had a calm face and kept stabbing himself with the saber. The bullets remaining in his body were picked out by the tip of the knife and rolled onto the rooftop balcony with blood.
Within five seconds, the bullet hole healed itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Is this the main reason why you like to fight alone and say that no comrades can match you?" A steady and powerful young male voice suddenly came from the building behind.
Logan stood up suddenly, holding a saber in his hand and looking at the source of the sound with a ferocious beast's eyes, only to see a young man in black combat uniform standing leisurely on the top floor of another building.
"You followed me?!" Logan asked coldly, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"It's not really tracking. I just killed the enemy all the way here and happened to see you." Kyle shrugged and said slowly: "You don't have to be so hostile to me. We are allies now, and - we are the same kind of people."
As he said this, under Logan's astonished gaze, Kyle jumped forward a little faster, and with a jumping ability four times that of an ordinary person, he easily jumped over the height of a street and landed on the roof of the building where Logan was.
Logan frowned and was silent for a moment before commenting, "Your physique is not that of a normal human."
"Otherwise, how could he become a major general in the US Army at such a young age?" Kyle said with a smile.
He didn't tell the truth. Although he was not following closely, he was following the bodies of enemy soldiers killed by claw marks all the way.
The reason why he keeps chasing after him is not because the other party is Wolverine from the Avengers world.
In fact, it didn't matter whether the opponent was Wolverine or not. What mattered was that he had the self-healing factor that Kyle had always dreamed of drawing, and an extra 70 green fighting skill cards!
A super soldier, plus a self-healing factor, and hundreds of green fighting cards, this will allow Kyle to perfectly reach the peak combat power level that humans ideally desire.