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The top US imperialists panicked, and immediately mobilized the city's police force and military to maintain order and quell the riots, but found that many soldiers and police personnel temporarily asked for leave, and some simply applied for resignation. They put on bright coats and held questioning signs to join the parade. member.

At this time, the top management of the US Empire suddenly understood how much influence Kyle alone had.

As a war hero who quelled World War II, and at the beginning of world peace, his prestige undoubtedly reached a terrifying peak that even gods and gods would shy away from him. Go crazy with anger!

On the top floor of Stark Industries, Howard, a gentleman in a suit, leaned his back on the balcony fence, looked at the dense crowd of people in the street below, and silently lit a cigarette.

"The power of a mortal, comparable to a god-you really did it, but why, like Steve, never came back?"

"I was still thinking, when I have a child someday, I must let you be the child's godfather."

"Even the original agreement to have a good drink after the war, manufacture artificial intelligence, develop new energy elements, and build a business empire of weapons and technology, are all of these things going to be missed?"

Howard muttered to himself, constantly sighing heavily, smoking a suffocating cigarette with his head bowed alone, and the smoke he exhaled drifted away with the wind.

'Di--' Just then, the phone in his suit pocket rang.

"Aren't you bothered?" Howard irritatedly snuffed out his cigarette, as if he suddenly remembered something, he was stunned for half a second under the ringing of the bell.

and many more.Can call him now, who else but that person?

Howard shivered, and hurriedly took out the old mobile phone in his pocket. After taking a deep breath to calm down, he connected the call with trembling fingers.

"Howard?" Kyle's usual indifferent voice came from the other side of the phone.

"Kyle, it's really you!" Howard laughed loudly, his eyes were slightly moist, and he kissed the old mobile phone forcefully.

"Wow, don't be so disgusting, send it to your bunny girls in heat." Kyle said with a chill, the old gentleman became more and more serious after not seeing him for two weeks.

"Aren't I excited? Dude!" Howard said angrily and sadly, "It's been more than a week since the war ended, and you haven't come back yet. I thought you were really hit by that nuclear bomb!"

Kyle: "Sorry, I really got caught up."

Howard: "..."

He hesitated for a moment, and asked tentatively, "Kyle, are you a human or a ghost now?"

"Nonsense, you are a scientific talent, what do you believe in ghosts and gods. I am already outside the central city of New York. There are a lot of people here. The traffic is paralyzed and I can't get in. You send that special plane to pick me up." Kyle was angry. said.

Last time, he and Howard had a little discussion on the concept and structure of the helicopter. Before going to Risang, he knew that Howard had already started to modify the structure of the small transport fighter, and created the first compact and convenient semi-helicopter as a special driver.

It has to be said that the benefits of having a friend with a top-notch thinking ahead and a technical talent with full hands-on skills are perfectly reflected at this time.

"The traffic in New York City was paralyzed, not because the people did it for you." Howard complained to the phone, knowing that Kyle had returned safely, his previous dullness and sadness were gone.

Howard said with a smile: "I heard that the new president, congressmen, and high-level military officials were forced by the unprecedented demonstrations. They are now gathering at the White House Square in Washington DC to give an explanation for the release of the press conference."

"The information is..." As soon as Kyle opened his mouth, Howard knew what he wanted to ask, and said with a smile: "Yes, it was Nick Fury and I who deliberately spread the intelligence information, trying to use the power of the people to give The high-level U.S. imperialists are putting pressure on you to seek justice!"

Kyle's heart warmed, he paused for a while, and then said coldly to the phone: "You drive the helicopter over and take me directly to the White House Square. It's also time to clean up some little mice playing tricks behind their backs."

Now that he is back, why does he need justice?In this world, whoever has the biggest fist is the last word!

Chapter 113 King's Landing in Washington

Washington, America.

Since the city (New York) where the hero Kyle was born was not the reason, the parade people were not so terrifying that they would fill up the whole city.

But it is close to the central city, and it is still crowded and noisy, especially the White House Square, where the top US imperialists are about to give a public speech. Outside the defense line of the speech platform, a large number of media have stood in advance for the inner three circles, and the outer three circles and further outside , you can't see the end of the crowd at a glance.

Among the onlookers, a seven-year-old boy held the shape mold of Kyle in the battle suit with one hand, and firmly pinched the trousers of the uncle next to him with the other, and asked anxiously, "Dad, did the hero Kyle really die? "

"How is it possible." The uncle smiled, rubbed the boy's short hair vigorously, and said confidently, "Major General Kyle, he won't die!"

The people crowded around also laughed together, and said in agreement:

"That is, how could a war hero die?"

"He is a superhero, suppressing the chaos of war, the god in our hearts."

"Probably the same as the captain, just fell asleep somewhere, and will come back after waking up."

When they talked about Kyle, they all had smiles on their faces, with confidence and pride, and even the light of hope.

The media on the side continued to take pictures and videos, recording this rare scene. It was the first time that someone's prestige was enough to replace a god, and he was revered by thousands of people without any black spots.

"I'm coming!"

With a reminder from the square, all the people and the media who watched the parade immediately set their eyes on the high platform of the White House speech.

It can be seen that the new president with a middle-aged Chinese face is walking in front, and the parliamentary politicians in suits and leather shoes, and the generals wearing medals and uniforms, walked out of the gate of the office building under the cover of armed soldiers, and boarded the slightly wider platform one after another. Speech platform.

Dozens of politicians and generals stopped in the back half of the high platform, with solemn and serious faces, making the onlookers subconsciously quiet down.

The new president wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked forward to the loudspeaker and stopped, facing the people and the media outside the police line below, and said in the usual politician's tone: "Gentlemen and ladies, good afternoon !"

However, his words were quickly interrupted by the people below, "Your Excellency, please omit the polite foreword. We are here only for an explanation and the truth—why hasn't General Kyle returned yet?"

The new president quickly covered up his embarrassment, stabilized the loudspeaker with his hands, and said, "Major General Kyle, he..."

He was about to utter the cover-up rhetoric discussed by the high-level just now, but just as he opened his mouth to preach, he choked and stopped.

The new president looked down, with countless pairs of eyes full of hope and anticipation, and with his excellent speech skills, he was speechless for a while.

Just when the president was in trouble, there was a sudden spiral buzzing noise not far from the sky. Everyone looked up in surprise and saw a new type of aircraft with bamboo dragonfly wings slowly heading towards the White House Square. The high platform is close to flying down.

The armed soldiers and guards thought it was a terrorist attack, and were about to rush to the high platform to cover the retreat of the high-level personnel, but when they saw a tall figure at the door of the helicopter, they all stopped immediately.

In other words, everyone below stopped their movements in a daze, held their breath, and stared at the young man in the suit standing on the door with wide eyes.

"It's General Kyle..."

I don't know who took the lead to shout, and then, Washington Square, which was originally silent, suddenly boiled with excitement!

"Our war hero is back!"

The people raised their arms high and cheered with moist eyes. The huge sound wave spread rapidly, and soon the entire sky of Washington DC was full of jubilant sounds of the hero's return.

At this time, the most embarrassing thing was the high-level executives on the high platform, who could only look at the approaching helicopter with bitter smiles and applause.

The helicopter stopped at an altitude of 20 meters close to the high platform and was suspended in the air.

Kyle nodded, and just jumped down like this, gliding and slowing down a little in the middle, and finally landed lightly in the middle of the speech platform.

He was dressed in a night suit, carrying the iconic one-handed sword, standing tall and ruthless on the high platform, under the blessing of the superhero halo, he immediately became the most dazzling protagonist on the scene, no matter how high the status of the politicians and generals would be low one head.

Thousands of people below are still applauding excitedly, and the applause is like thunder.