New York, Brooklyn, Seamist Street.
As the hometown of the Symbol of Peace and with a subsidiary of Stark Industries stationed there, Seamist Street had become the most rapidly recovering and bustling street in the New York City area within a few months after the end of World War II. Daily, many visitors would gather outside the walls to visit Kyle's home.
In the midst of this, an expansive open area in the street had recently been developed. Enclosed by a high-voltage electric grid as a protective fence, a technologically advanced skyscraper had been constructed inside.
There were rumors that a nationally recognized secretive department had moved in. Military officers, politicians, and others often came and went, using vehicles like military jeeps and armored cars.
In front of the entrance to the skyscraper's open space stood two colossal metal statues, side by side. On the left was the Symbol of Peace, Kyle, wielding a sword, and on the right was Captain America, Steve, holding a shield. Both statues stood five meters tall.
This was the headquarters of SHIELD.
At this moment, on the twelfth floor of the building, within a tightly closed break room.
Through the soundproof bulletproof glass door, if one were to listen in on the unabashed discussions of the three people inside, they would be filled with shock.
"The surveillance in this break room has been altered. No one will come in for a while. If you've discovered something, say it quickly."
"Naturally, I've discovered something, something very important! It's about Kyle…"
"The Symbol of Peace?"
The expressions of the executive and the security personnel changed slightly. Although they knew it was unwise for colleagues passing by outside to hear such things, they still found it hard to calm their inner fear and shock.
For them, the man known as the Symbol of Peace was a forbidden topic, forbidden even to mention his real name.
The secretary took a deep breath and gravely said, "This morning, the Director went out alone, supposedly to visit a comrade, but he actually went to a mansion to visit that man. He also brought back Black Widow, who had defected from the Soviet Red Room."
"After his retirement, he almost disappeared from the scene. A few months ago, it seems he caused quite a commotion at the Soviet Red Room."
"Why bring him up? After Ivan's death, we have absolutely no ability to move against him."
The executive and the security personnel whispered their dissatisfaction. Even though they knew the whereabouts of the Symbol of Peace, dealing with a man as overwhelmingly powerful as him was simply impossible.
Red Skull and Ivan from the Hydra organization were cautionary tales, one went missing, and the other was eliminated on the spot.
"Maybe… we now have the capability!" The secretary narrowed his eyes, speaking in a hushed tone. This statement forced the executive and the security personnel to look at him, not understanding the meaning behind his words.
The secretary lowered his voice and continued, "From the Director, I also received some major news, regarding the Symbol of Peace's physical condition— rumor has it that he didn't completely escape the radiation damage from the nuclear bomb, and he's now bedridden in that mansion."
"What did you say?!" The security personnel's faces showed a mix of shock and disbelief, quickly forcing themselves to regain their composure.
"Wait." The executive remained calm, asking in a serious tone, "How likely is this intelligence to be true? And have we sent someone to monitor and verify the mansion?"
"Whether it's true or false doesn't matter. The point is, there are less than three days left until that man moves out of the mansion. This is an incredibly rare opportunity." The secretary grinned, madness glinting in his eyes as he spoke. "If we can eliminate the Symbol of Peace, we might be able to once again sow chaos in the world."
"And, judging from Director's various behaviors, there's a fifty percent chance that this intelligence is true!"
Afraid the other two might hesitate, the secretary added another sentence.
The security personnel and the executive exchanged a glance. This was undoubtedly a colossal gamble. But if they won, the Hydra organization could achieve their revenge.
"Do we need to gather our surviving armed forces from all over the world? Do we stake Hydra's future on this?" The executive shuddered, recalling the dire fates of past organization members.
"That's impossible. We've already dispatched a significant portion of Hydra's armed personnel, and that's more than enough."
The secretary gave a dark chuckle and suggested, "Don't forget, given the killings that man carried out during the war, it's not just us who want him dead. There are many others who share that same sentiment."
"You're right. We can share this intelligence with certain organizations, and attempt to collaborate with them."
"To kill the Symbol of Peace! If we can succeed…"
In SHIELD's newly constructed headquarters, within the break room, three different SHIELD personnel openly discussed the topic of killing the Symbol of Peace. This might be something even Fury wouldn't dare to think about.
However, Hydra's spies had naturally poked their heads into this trap, waiting for the moment to tighten the noose.
Under the currents of intrigue on Earth, two days passed quickly.
The time for Kyle to leave Earth was approaching.
On the day before he was set to depart, outside New York, at the estate of the Carl Family.
It was afternoon, the sun had not yet set, and golden sunlight draped over the mansion building and the dense surrounding forest like a thin cloak, casting colorful, intertwining shadows.
Kyle stood by the window, behind the curtain. In the meeting hall, Raina, dressed in a black hooded coat, sat on a chair. She swung her pale legs in mid-air and initiated her mental powers, her eyes blinking with a faint silver light.
"Boss, within a hundred meters around the mansion, there are two individuals concealed in the woods. They're too far away, so I can't read their thoughts."
Raina's response was cold yet youthful.
"They're probably scouts. Don't bother with them," Kyle said, shrugging disinterestedly.
"BOSS." Logan walked into the room from the corridor and reported, "All the trainees and servants who were in the original estate have been secretly moved out through the portal. There are only the three of us left here."
"Very well. If they're really planning an attack, they'll likely choose the cover of night."
Kyle glanced at the clock on the wall. There were about two hours until evening. "I'm going to see someone. You two stay in the mansion. Anyone who enters should be killed, no survivors!"
"Understood. If anyone dares to assassinate Boss, I'll use Murakumo to string their bodies together," Raina obediently nodded. The Imperial Japanese sword, Murakumo, unsheathed from her back, floated and revolved autonomously above her head through her Mental Manipulation.
"I hope they come in sooner rather than later." The expression on Logan's face turned cold as he leaned against the wall by the door. He tightened his right hand into a fist, and three gleaming, sharp claws extended, somewhat resembling blades embedded in his knuckles.
With the top two combatants of the Carl Family stationed here, whoever entered the room tonight would realize just how big of a surprise awaited them.
Kyle had unwavering trust in Raina and Logan. He opened a portal and walked through it, disappearing from the mansion's meeting hall, his figure crossing space.
(End of Chapter)
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