"Step!"
With relentless speed, Kyle raced forward, his burden secured on his back, maneuvering through a maze of parked military vehicles as he sprinted towards the iron fence on the edge of the base.
"Don't let him escape! Chase him!"
A relentless pursuit of over twenty German soldiers trailed behind, firing their guns as a storm of bullets descended upon the vehicles that served as temporary cover.
Thanks to Kyle's well-built physique, enhanced by an array of physical Ability Cards, and the small size of the girl he carried, it seemed as if he had a doll-like backpack, posing no hindrance to his movements.
Darting past a barrage of bullets, Kyle crouched behind a civilian off-road vehicle. At that very moment, the girl on his back emitted a soft "Hmm" sound, rousing from her previous state of unconsciousness.
"What… what's happening?" The girl opened her eyes, immediately sensing that something was amiss. Bound by ropes once more, she found herself tethered to a muscular man, clinging to his back like an octopus.
"You're awake," Kyle replied, panting and feeling a sharp pang in his left shoulder. Under the strain of relentless combat, his body glistened with sweat, and his battle suit had grown damp with perspiration, allowing both of them to feel each other's body heat.
"What do we do now?" The girl's face flushed as she recognized Kyle and asked in a feeble voice.
"We're escaping," Kyle responded, his left shoulder throbbing as he gingerly touched the wound. Warm, viscous liquid seeped through his battle suit, staining his palm crimson.
"You're injured." The girl exclaimed with a surprised expression etched on her face.
"It's just a minor injury," Kyle replied in a hushed tone.
He had likely been hit when he broke through the rear compartment of the vehicle earlier, but due to his body being in a tightly stretched state of excitement, he hadn't noticed it.
"What should we do now?" The girl's voice trembled with a hint of tears, as she finally realized the danger they were in.
"Don't worry, I made a promise to save you, and I don't intend to break it." Kyle looked up behind him, estimating the distance to Warehouse No. 2. Several bullets whizzed past him, creating sparks as they hit the nearby vehicles.
Kyle suddenly smiled. "We should be far enough from the center of the base now."
"We're in this situation, and you're still laughing."
The girl bit her lip in frustration, her delicate hands firmly pressing against Kyle's wounded left shoulder, preventing the blood from flowing out.
"Don't worry, with my body, it won't be…"
Before Kyle could finish his sentence, he suddenly became aware of something and quickly lunged sideways. The next moment, the spot where he had been standing was blasted black by a hand grenade, obliterating half of the vehicle's rear end.
"It seems they're getting angry. They're willing to destroy the base's military vehicles and supplies just to kill us."
Kyle calmly assessed the situation. Despite his injury, it hadn't hampered his mobility. With nimble and astute maneuvers, he utilized the military vehicles as cover, evading successive volleys of gunfire, and continuing their breakout.
Kyle chuckled suddenly. "We should be far enough from the center of the base by now."
"Once again, why are you laughing in this situation." The girl's voice trembled with a hint of reproach as she bit her lip. Her fragile hands maintained their firm pressure against Kyle's wounded left shoulder, staunching the blood flow.
"Have you ever seen fireworks?" Kyle asked, his words puzzlingly cryptic.
"Huh?" Confusion etched across the girl's face. She watched as Kyle's right hand delved into his pocket, retrieving an object resembling a remote control.
"This is the grand fireworks display that unfolds amidst war," Kyle concluded, pressing the button on the remote control in his hand.
Simultaneously, outside the entrance of Warehouse No. 2 within the German military base…
Scores of German soldiers had congregated, creating a chaotic scene of scattered corpses, smoke grenades, discarded firearms, helmets, and other debris. The aftermath of their confrontation with the hornets and the American infiltrators painted a grim picture.
"Our commander, Leo, was discovered dead in the warehouse's basement."
"No trace of the intruders has been found."
Several soldiers emerged from Warehouse No. 2, reporting the situation. The officers exchanged bewildered glances, struggling to comprehend how their base had been invaded and subjected to significant damage without their awareness.
"Damn it! Reinforce our troops and conduct a thorough search of the entire base!" The second-in-command of this base barked in frustration.
At that moment, a panicked soldier burst out of Warehouse No. 2, shouting, "Run! Run for your lives!"
"What's happening now?!" The officers demanded in unison.
"They've planted a timed bomb inside—"
Before the soldier could finish his sentence, something occurred…
And there was no continuation.
The timed bomb corresponding to the remote control will activate immediately under the remote control. That timed bomb was set up by Kyle as soon as he infiltrated the warehouse. It wasn't a powerful bomb, but its blast radius was enough to engulf the size of the entire building.
"And that building happened to be an ammunition storage warehouse."
"Boom!"
A deafening explosion reverberated, followed by a cascading series of blasts that merged together, each eruption intensifying the explosive force.
From Kyle's perspective on the outskirts of the large base, the dazzling burst of flames instantly enveloped the central area of the base. The dust wave generated rose outward at a visible speed.
Kyle, carrying the girl, quickly dove under a vehicle. A gust of airwaves roared, painfully vibrating his eardrums, and the vehicle's window glass shattered from the flying debris.
When the dust settled, Kyle climbed up from under the wrecked vehicle. Along with the girl, he looked towards the rear, only to see the central area of the base flattened, engulfed in roaring flames that turned the night sky crimson.
The grand fireworks unfurling amidst the chaos of war truly lived up to their name.
The German soldiers, who had been relentlessly pursuing Kyle, stood in stunned disbelief. Some sank to their knees, their mournful cries merging with the chaos that surrounded them.
"Let's seize this opportunity. Let's go." Kyle drew deep breaths, lifting the girl as he took tentative steps forward. Yet, he stumbled, nearly collapsing to the ground.
His strength began to fade, his physical functions declining, and his consciousness and vision gradually blurred.
"What's wrong with you?" the girl asked worriedly. In her eyes, considering the amount of blood Kyle had lost after being shot, it was already incredible that he had lasted this long.
"I'm fine," Kyle replied, biting his tongue to stimulate his nerves, trying to regain his composure as he slowly moved towards the barbed wire fence ten meters away.
"Damn it, they're over there!"
"Avenge our comrades! We can't let him get away!"
From a short distance behind, the surviving German soldiers cursed and shouted, continuing their pursuit of Kyle and the girl.
"If we continue like this, they will catch up to us! Untie me, let me go and stall them," The girl insisted, determination in her voice as she made up her mind.
"Enough of that nonsense. With your petite frame, you wouldn't even delay them for half a second," Kyle said with a bitter smile, contemplating their current predicament.
If it came down to life and death, he would have to abandon the girl and employ his stealthy teleportation to secure his escape.
But was it truly a matter of life and death at this moment?
Kyle sighed. His condition was deteriorating rapidly, and without prompt medical attention, his life could be in jeopardy.
"In that case…" Kyle was about to suggest something when a large group of familiar figures suddenly materialized ahead, causing his eyes to widen. "This is…!"
"Target the ones in the front and eliminate the rest! Kill them all!" The African American leader of the group coldly commanded.
"Da-da-da!"
The sound of dense gunfire filled the air, yet every shot missed Kyle's body, instead finding their mark on the German soldiers who pursued him from behind.
Despite their numerical disadvantage, the group of German soldiers was swiftly eradicated.
"You finally arrived, Fury," Kyle breathed a sigh of relief the moment he saw Fury appear, he knew the life-threatening crisis had been averted.
"From this point forward, leave the follow-up tasks to us," Fury, leading the troops, stepped forward to support Kyle, his dark face displaying a row of gleaming white teeth.
(End of this chapter)
In the final stages of the raid, Kyle had already pushed his body beyond its limits. Excessive blood loss from being shot, coupled with prolonged high-intensity combat, had taken its toll on him As soon as he allowed himself to relax, he swiftly fell into a unconscious state.
Fury commanded several soldiers to transport Kyle and the rescued girl back to the temporary camp for urgent medical attention, while he continued the assault with the remaining ninety soldiers.
Thanks to Kyle's massive explosion, the once formidable base now stood defenseless, its organizational systems riddled with vulnerabilities.
The hundreds of surviving German soldiers found themselves without commanding officers to lead them into battle. Their initial plan had been to rescue their injured comrades from the explosion area, but now they were faced with a fully armed and well-prepared American force joining the assault, resulting in their swift collapse.
The battle raged on from late into the night until five o'clock in the morning. As the sky brightened, resembling daylight, Fury and his troops finally completed their "clearing" of the large base. Despite their overwhelming force, they had still lost twenty-seven soldiers.
However, the outcome was extraordinary. Alongside Kyle's remarkable accomplishments, their unit had successfully annihilated approximately 1,200 German soldiers stationed at the base, effectively seizing control of the enemy's major military stronghold.
This marked the first time the American military had achieved such a stunning victory in battle!
Of course, Kyle remained oblivious to these developments. He slumbered soundly for an entire week while in his comatose state.
When he finally regained consciousness, it was the morning of the eighth day.
Kyle opened his eyes and found himself lying on a spacious white hospital bed. His left shoulder was bandaged from his waist down, and an IV tube was connected to his wrist. Various medical instruments and probes adorned his bare upper body.
Was it really necessary for such extensive measures due to a gunshot wound?
Kyle couldn't help but smile wryly, realizing that he had been unconscious for quite some time. After all, during his period of unconsciousness, his mind had been trapped within the confines of the Card Space.
But now, he felt mentally and physically revitalized. His body must have undergone significant recovery.
With his hand, Kyle disconnected the IV and probes, gently pressing against the wound on his left shoulder. He could still discern a faint ache, but he comfortably reclined against the headboard.
The tables on either side of the bed were adorned with flowers and fruits. A gentle breeze stirred the gauze curtains, offering glimpses of the serene blue sky, forest, and grassland beyond. The atmosphere exuded tranquility.
"Where have I been transported to?" Kyle pondered. Clearly, this was neither the frontline combat zone nor a training base.
But ultimately, it didn't matter where he was. As long as he was alive and in good health, that was all that truly mattered.
Kyle, ever adaptable, felt a pang of hunger in his stomach. Without delay, he reached for an apple on the table, biting into it and relishing the satisfying crunch as it quelled the surge of hunger.
As he reached for a third apple, the door to the ward suddenly swung open, and instinctively, Kyle looked up while still munching on his apple.
The sight that greeted him left him astounded.
Before his eyes stood a face as exquisite as an angel's, with large, clear, aquamarine eyes and soft, pink lips. Golden curls cascaded down her shoulders.
The young girl donned a sky-blue knee-length dress that accentuated her graceful curves, her youthful body exuding a lovable and enchanting charm. Her exposed arms were slender and fair.
This was the second top-tier European and American beauty that Kyle had laid eyes on since his rebirth. The first had been Agent Carter from the training base, although Carter exuded a more mature and glamorous beauty, while the girl before him radiated a captivating and endearing appeal.
Observing Kyle biting into the apple, the girl blinked in surprise before excitedly calling out from the doorway, resembling a lively rabbit, "Doctor, doctor! Kyle has awakened!"
"So, it's her," Kyle murmured in astonishment. Hearing that familiar voice, he recognized her as the girl he had rescued from the German base.
At that time, the darkness had shrouded their surroundings, and the girl's face had been pale and bloodless, her body tied up in a pitiful state. She had appeared entirely different from her present appearance.
"Hey, hey, you shouldn't eat the apple like that. You have to peel it," The girl informed the doctor before swiftly returning to the ward and snatching half of the apple from Kyle's hand.
"Why are you here…" Kyle began to speak but quickly realized his mistake, correcting himself, "Um, where am I?"
The girl replied, "We are at the First Military Hospital in New York. After your rescue at the frontline temporary base and stabilization of your condition, you were transported here via a military transport aircraft for further recovery."
"Ah, so that's how it is," Kyle nodded thoughtfully, taking in the gravity of the situation.
"You have no idea. That bullet didn't just hit your left shoulder; it was only a few centimeters away from your heart. It really scared me during the rescue, but luckily your physique is incredibly robust and superior," The young girl said as she approached Kyle, reaching out to adjust his white bandage.
"What are you doing?" Kyle looked at her in surprise, noticing the faint fragrance of her golden hair as she drew near.
"I'm helping you change the bandage. My parents were doctors and nurses, so I'm quite adept at these things," The girl explained with a touch of sadness flickering across her pretty face.
Kyle understood that as a captive, her family and friends in the area must have fallen victim to the invading German forces.
Sensing the tense atmosphere, Kyle compelled himself to find a topic of conversation. "By the way, I never expected… that you would also take care of people."
"Of course. You have to understand that when you desperately rescue yourself from an enemy base, it's not just a matter of salvaging a bunch of supplies," the girl replied, sticking out her pink tongue, a faint blush spreading across her face as she reminisced about the night she had been tied to Kyle's back. "And, I do have a name—Lucy Jane. Just call me Lucy."
"Got it," Kyle smiled, allowing Lucy to skillfully change his bandages.
Before long, the doctor, who also held the position of deputy dean, hurriedly arrived at the ward to examine Kyle's injuries.
"Doctor, how is he?" Lucy asked anxiously.
"He's fine," The doctor smiled, adjusting his glasses as he addressed Kyle. "I never expected that an ordinary person would take about a month to recover from such injuries, but you have already made significant progress in just a week. In about three more days, you can officially be discharged."
"Three more days?" Kyle shrugged helplessly. While others might consider his physique to be at the top level, he still felt considerably weak.
With the assurance that his injuries were not a cause for concern, the doctor left the ward, leaving behind a remark, "By the way, there's an officer who asked me to inform him once you woke up. I just called him, so he'll probably come here to visit soon."
An officer coming to visit him?
Kyle scratched his head, his mind racing. It wasn't difficult to guess who the coming officer would be as he was acquainted with fewer than ten officers, and only one or two of them shared a close relationship with him.
After some time…
When the officer knocked on the door and entered the ward, Kyle wore a completely predictable expression, but he still feigned surprise and asked, "Major Joseph, why are you here?"
Indeed, the officer who had come to visit was none other than Major Joseph, the combat instructor from the training base who had given Kyle several physical Green Cards.
"You bastard, why wouldn't I come!" Officer Joseph, without a hint of pretense, laughed and scolded Kyle at the same time. However, when he noticed Lucy in the ward, he cleared his throat and straightened up, assuming a more serious demeanor. "Oh, so there's family here?"
Lucy, peeling an apple, shyly lowered her head, refraining from retorting.
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