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He still doesn't quite believe that Kyle is an officer of the Major General of the United States, and even if he is, it has nothing to do with him.

"Wait a minute." Kyle asked to stay, but Uncle Vicissitudes directly accelerated his pace and left to the end of the street.

Kyle squinted his eyes, and also set off to follow behind at a faster speed.I don't want to miss it in vain.

There are no mutants in this world-this is what he learned at the training base before, but now he meets a man suspected of Wolverine, how can this not surprise him.

"It's really annoying." Uncle Vicissitudes ran, glanced back at Kyle who was following closely, and couldn't help speeding up his pace, and the speed soon surpassed the running speed of ordinary people.

But soon, he found that Kyle was still following closely behind him, as if he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

"What on earth do you want, do you want me to do something to you?" Uncle Cangsang stopped, turned his head and said coldly.

"Just you? Don't you have comrades, or brothers, etc. on the battlefield?" Kyle looked around for confirmation. He hadn't seen anyone else until now.

If the Wolverine in front of him is really the one he knows, where is the other's big brother, the saber-toothed tiger——

Uncle Vicissitudes snorted coldly: "No comrade-in-arms can match me. Brother? I have never had any brothers!"

no brother?

Kyle frowned, and it didn't look like the other party was talking nonsense, he was really an uncle like a lone wolf.

Kyle thought for a while, then put his hand into the pouch with the energy pistol on the side of his little feet, and just when the vicissitudes of life became vigilant, he subtly materialized a pack of cigarettes and threw it over there, "Look at your cigarettes. When it’s over, I’ll give you a pack.”

Uncle Vicissitudes quickly took the cigarette, glanced at the cover of the box, nodded slightly satisfied, "Medi brand, it's not bad."

He looked at Kyle again, his face softened a little, "Tell me, what do you want to do with me?"

"You are very similar to one of my former friends. Please tell me your name. After I know it, I will not follow you." Kyle said urgently.

"If you're an American, you can't have seen me. I've never been to America." Uncle Vicissitudes said, turned and paced away, waved back and said, "My name is Logan Stelle, live well Go, see you after the battle."

His lone wolf figure soon disappeared into the long night of the war zone streets, never to be seen again.

"Logan Stella, even the last name is different."

Kyle, who was standing there, muttered to himself, his eyes full of complex meanings.

He now understands that the other party is not the well-known Wolverine, but a similar person in this Marvel parallel world.

Similar appearance, ability, experience, but not that person.

Chapter 67 The Confrontation with Logan

It was gradually dawning, and when the first sun shone from the sky of the Gold Coast, the nightmarish night in the fringe cities of France gradually dissipated.

At this time, the inward area of ​​the Gold Coast was completely reduced to a dilapidated scene after the baptism of war.The rotting corpses, gun shell casings, blood stains, and scorched earth and gunpowder smoke that can be seen everywhere all cover up the area of ​​more than ten miles as an abandoned disaster place.

Countless corpses of soldiers were piled up like hills and incinerated, and the air was filled with foul-smelling black smoke, which made people sick.

After one night, the large-scale battle of landing on the beach, which lasted more than ten hours, was able to have a slight respite.

The German troops on the five beach fronts and the French fringe towns have basically been cleared.Of course, the forced beachhead operations of the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms also suffered heavy casualties, but there were still more soldiers from the Allied Forces in the rear carrying them to land, supplementing the new blood of the troops that continued to fight, so it seemed that the military strength did not decrease but increased.

This is the first day of the battle. The Triple Allied Forces have won a disastrous victory. In the future, they will continue to step up the pace of combat. First, they will completely invade France and clear the German soldiers to liberate the territory, and then break into the German border...

Early in the morning, most of the soldiers of the Three Kingdoms Allied Forces rested in place and replaced with new troops to attack and defend.

Fury, whose lieutenant's uniform was covered in blood and stains, was busy walking around. He had just put down his rifles and weapons, and the troops led by the command post were receiving supplies to rest.

On the one hand, he had just completed his command post at the major general level, and on the other hand, he asked the correspondent soldier for news about Kyle.

Really a job, with three minds.

"What, you mean Major General Kyle? He seems to have been in the frontline combat area last night."

"I saw it last night too. Major General Kyle is so strong that he directly annihilated the German troops blocked by one of our combat teams."

"Yeah, he killed a few soldiers with every step. I don't know how many German soldiers encountered him, and they all turned and fled shouting at the devil."

"His speed is too fast. I only saw a figure passing by, and I couldn't catch up with him anymore."

Fu Ruilian asked American soldiers in different units, and they all said such words of admiration and praise, but they didn't get half of the specific whereabouts.

But knowing that Kyle is fine and has been active in the front line for assault operations, Fury is also relieved.

Although he believes in Kyle's strength, he still inevitably worries about his safety. This is probably the friendship of being a true comrade-in-arms.

At this time, the junction of the edge of the French territory and the inner city is the current frontline combat area.

The troops of the Allied Forces of the Three Kingdoms who attacked here are still very few, and the streets of the small city can't see half of the German soldiers, and it is as quiet as an empty city.

The sound of a lighter rang out in one place. After the butt of the cigarette was lit, the owner took a few puffs and spit out a large cloud of white mist.

Logan was sitting alone on the roof of the third floor of an abandoned building, smoking a stuffy cigarette with his head buried in a cigarette. There were two German-style rifles under his feet. They seemed to have been picked up or replaced, and he didn't have the time to maintain them.

For him, guns are only used to cover up 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, after living for more than half a century, there are countless life and death junctures, but they still survived alone like a curse, like a lone wolf who is unwilling but submits to fate.

After taking the last puff, Logan threw the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out. He fumbled for a sharp leather saber in his pocket, and then took off his Soviet combat uniform jacket, revealing a lean and strong body inside. Not even a scar.

As usual, Logan kept stabbing his body with the saber with a calm face, and the bullets left in his body were picked out by the tip of the knife, and rolled down on the balcony on the roof covered with blood.

Within five seconds, the bullet hole from which the bullet was ejected 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 in arms can match you?" A calm and powerful young male voice suddenly came from the building behind.

Logan stood up abruptly, holding a saber in his hand and looking at the source of the sound with ferocious eyes, only to see a young man in black combat uniform standing on the top floor of another building.

"Are you following me?!" Logan asked coldly, with a cold killing intent in his eyes.

"It's not counting as stalking. It's just killing the enemy all the way here and seeing you by chance." Kyle shrugged and said slowly: "You don't have to be so hostile to me, we It's the Confederates now, and—we're the same kind of people."

While saying this, under Logan's suspicious eyes, Kyle jumped forward with a short acceleration, and with a jumping force four times that of ordinary people, he easily crossed the high-altitude distance of a road and landed on Logan's place. on the roof of the building.

Logan frowned and remained silent for a moment before commenting: "Your physique is not a normal human being either."

"Otherwise, how could he become a major general of the US military at such a young age." Kyle said with a smile.

He didn't tell the truth, although he was not a close follower, he followed the corpses of enemy soldiers killed by the claw marks all the way.

Perseverance in catching up is not because the opponent is Wolverine in the Avengers world.

In fact, it doesn't matter if the opponent is Wolverine or not.The important thing is that he has the self-healing factor ability that Kyle dreams of getting, and there are an extra seventy green cards of fighting skills!

Super soldiers, plus the self-healing factor, and hundreds of fighting green cards, will allow Kyle to perfectly reach the ideal peak combat power level of human beings.