It was more than a month later in Brooklyn, New York, on Hailan Street.
The winter pedestrian streets gradually became lively under the morning sun. It was just after Christmas, and the New Year was approaching. Although World War II was in full swing, New York, a major European city, was still unaffected by the war.
In the winter morning, people in coats hurried on the streets, busy with their jobs and livelihoods. From time to time, some children in hoods could be seen holding stacks of black and white newspapers, walking quickly on the crowded streets and shouting:
"The latest New York Times! Major Kyle and Lieutenant Steve led the troops to destroy the German fortress base again!" "The Wall Street Journal! Two American heroes fought brilliantly again, and the German front line retreated 20 miles due to lack of resources!" "The iron-blooded officer who won every battle and turned the tide of the war – today, I'll explain to you the enemy of ten thousand people – Major Kyle's glorious path!"
During this period, newspapers were the first to print and publish war reports from the front lines, especially news of victories. Once they were released, they would be snatched up by citizens. The boy selling newspapers had his face red from the cold, but he managed to sell two stacks of newspapers in just half an hour on the street where the cold wind howled.
It was clear that even though World War II did not seem to affect New York on the surface, it was still enough to make people worry about the UA troops on the front lines and hope and pray for the war to end as soon as possible.
"Can I have one?" A blonde girl wearing a purple scarf smiled and waved gently at the newspaper boy running across the street.
The boy immediately trotted over, took the money, and put the last newspaper in his hand into the girl's basket. He couldn't help but praise her, "Big sister, you are so beautiful."
"You have a sweet mouth," the blonde girl said, her beautiful eyes curving into crescents. Her warm smile seemed to melt the snow around her, causing many gentlemen passing by on the street to bump into the streetlights.
"It's time to go home," Lucy exhaled a breath of cold air and elegantly held the basket of vegetables and newspapers. She began to walk back home.
Although it was called home, it was actually just the house where Kyle used to live. Located at 199 Hailan Street, it was a classic European-style duplex villa with a balcony garden.
Lucy entered the house, taking off her boots and coat. The heater inside made the temperature much warmer than outside. She revealed her graceful figure, hidden under a sweater, as she placed a basket on the table.
Excitedly, she pulled out several newspapers from the basket and spread them on the table. The newspapers had headlines and pictures of different characters - either a stern young man with a round shield or a cold young man in black charging towards the enemy with a sword.
Under the picture, there was a detailed description of the person.
One of the newspapers read: "Steve Rogers, 23 years old, Captain America, First Lieutenant." Captain Steve's first battle was when he and Major Kyle went deep into enemy territory, breaking through a factory base to rescue 500 American prisoners and successfully breaking out of the encirclement. He called himself Captain America and always rushed to the front with his shield.
Steve led a team of soldiers to take down five German factory bases in a month with minimal casualties on his side. He was a patriot and a hero who symbolized American justice.
While browsing Steve's profile, Lucy came across the profile of Kyle Soldiers, a 23-year-old major who holds the rank of major, making him the youngest in the history of the United States. Kyle successfully reversed the situation on the front line in the first counterattack battle by infiltrating the enemy base with a huge difference in numbers and annihilating the German commander and main forces.
So far, Kyle has led his troops to victory in battle, often with extraordinary feats of one person fighting against an entire enemy team. According to incomplete statistics, he has killed more than 10,000 enemies and is known as a true enemy of 10,000. He is a hero who represents the strength of the United States and is feared by the German army, earning him the nicknames "devil" and "Demon God" (translated as "demon" and "killing god").
The latest news is that the President of the United States has awarded Kyle the Medal of Honor.
After reading Kyle's profile, Lucy was flush with joy. Despite the frequent publication of reports praising Kyle, she still bought the newspapers and read them daily. She pouted her pink lips and said, "A few months ago, he was just a recruit who broke into the enemy base, and he became a major so quickly. A hero who represents the strength of the United States, hmph!"
Lucy felt a lot of pressure because not only the young women in New York, but also those in the entire United States were infatuated with Kyle. Battle records and propaganda films from the battlefield were frequently shown in movie screening rooms, and Kyle and Steve were the main characters in these war documentaries. Their brave killing of the enemy, their powerful individual strength, and their young, handsome faces were all shown on the screen. The way they waved their arms or looked at the camera was enough to make young girls scream fanatically.
"No matter what, I met Kyle first," Lucy thought to herself as she curled up on the sofa, feeling a bit like a woman waiting for her husband to return. She muttered bitterly, "It's almost the New Year, I don't know when Kyle will come back."
Meanwhile, hundreds of miles away from New York, a group of U.S. soldier's wrapped in military coats were lurking in the glacier mountains in the enemy's rear area. They were listening to intelligence messages from the rear base through monitoring instruments.
Frey said with certainty, "It has been confirmed that there is an important figure of the Hydra organization on the train that is about to pass, a newly appointed middle-aged German scientist – Warner Turse."
"Okay, let's get on the train. This time we only need to capture prisoners, so we don't need so many people," Kyle said, looking at Steve next to him.
Steve nodded, "Me, you, and Bucky will go. The three of us are good at fighting alone, no matter how many guards there are on the train, we are not afraid."
"Okay," Kyle nodded in agreement. In fact, he was not afraid of danger if he went alone. Kyle, Steve, and Baki would be going on the mission.