"How is this possible? I didn't move?"
With a sudden flash, Kyle abruptly stopped in his tracks and turned to see Pierce still lying on the deck behind him. His heart quivered, and he looked at the mysterious figure before him, asking with a serious tone, "You did this, right? I was just standing in one place."
"It's not merely standing in one place. You've already run almost ten thousand meters, but I set up a small spatial labyrinth that had you going in and out in circles," The mysterious figure explained the principle seriously. He raised his hands and used his fingers to demonstrate the mimicked actions, providing a detailed explanation.
"Swoosh!"
A scorching golden flame surged towards the mysterious figure. He waved his left hand, causing a natural and smooth spatial flow to emerge, and the flames were devoured by the pale blue spatial turbulence, even though there was a three-meter gap between them.
The fiery onslaught, with its intense heat and accompanying sound, was peacefully smoothed out by the spatial waves.
"Who are you, really?" Kyle asked with an increasingly serious expression.
The figure's mastery of spatial abilities had reached a level that was almost unimaginable.
If Kyle had a Sling Ring in hand, he could launch an attack using Space-Class magic. But now, he possessed extraordinary powers but couldn't get near the other person's body. This was the dilemma of spatial abilities, one of the most powerful abilities that had evolved among countless races.
If Kyle didn't know the character of the Ancient One, he might have thought that the appearance of the small, mysterious figure in front of him was the Ancient One's cruel sense of humor.
However, spells at least had recognizable and dazzling special effects, while the mysterious figure's use of spatial abilities resembled the derivatives of the Tesseract and the Space Stone, a pure and powerful spatial ability.
"Did you get hold of the Space Stone?" Kyle frowned, continuing to question.
This was the first time, since returning to Earth, that he had encountered an enemy that piqued his curiosity.
"You ask too many questions. I want to answer them, but we don't have time here. The environment isn't to my liking. Find a different place, and I might consider answering your questions," The mysterious figure replied irritably, sticking out his tongue and speaking hoarsely.
"Alright, anywhere on Earth is fine!" Kyle agreed immediately. He was both talented and daring, not afraid of potential traps set by the other party.
"Then steady yourself," The mysterious figure said, spreading his hands. A faint blue spatial energy enveloped him, extending up to five meters away.
Kyle raised an eyebrow, allowing the familiar spatial energy to envelop him. He had a sensation that reminded him of the Bifrost summoning, crossing the vast cosmos.
This time, Kyle was even more certain that the mysterious figure's ability was closely related to the Space Stone. At the same time, he felt an overwhelming sense of familiarity.
"Who are you..." Kyle started to ask, but before he could finish his sentence, their figures blinked, and they disappeared into thin air from the deck of the second Helicarrier.
"Whoosh."
A cold breeze swept across the vast deck. Other than the armed guards who had fallen unconscious, only Pierce remained, crawling on the control panel.
After not hearing the sound of their conversation, Pierce cautiously raised his head, scanning his surroundings with astonishment. He mumbled to himself in joy, "He's really gone?"
After lying on the ground for a few seconds, Pierce confirmed that Kyle had left. He laboriously got up and brushed the dust off his expensive suit. In a voice filled with both delight and cold determination, he muttered, "Symbol of Peace, letting me escape this time will be the biggest mistake of your life!"
"Even if the Hydra organization has been destroyed, there will come a day when, with my own strength, I will rise again!" Pierce roared in his heart, his eyes filled with anger and hatred, as he regained his conviction and headed toward the helicopter.
At that very moment, two shadows approached and landed on the deck. There was a faint sound of something sharp cutting through the air.
"Whoosh!"
After gently folding his wings and landed, Natasha was the first to land, and then Sam retracted his wings, landing on the deck of the second Helicarrier as well.
"Where's Sir Kyle?" Natasha raised an eyebrow, slightly puzzled as she looked at the armed guards who had fallen unconscious on the ground.
"Judging by the bullet marks on the ground, it seems like a brief battle took place here, but it ended quickly. I assume it was Mr. Kyle's doing," Sam explained. His sharp eyes roamed vigilantly, and he spotted someone nearby.
He couldn't help but pause and reached out to grasp Natasha's arm.
"What is it?" Natasha turned, following Sam's indication, and was taken aback when she spotted Pierce, who had his hand on the helicopter and was preparing to escape.
"This..." The three of them stared at each other, and the scene became quite bizarre.
Pierce's expression was unprecedentedly unpleasant, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily. He tried to squeeze into the helicopter's cabin while forcing a smile. "Uh, I've got something to attend to, so I'll be on my way..."
Natasha and Sam exchanged glances, and both of them wore knowing smiles. They clenched their fists, a silent sign to each other, and approached the helicopter.
"Why the rush, Director Pierce? How about we have a little chat first?"
"Deputy Director, let's talk about it later... Ahhhhh!"
A deafening scream, resembling a slaughtered pig, echoed across the deck of the second Helicarrier, reaching far into the sky at sunset.
On the other side, in Europe.
In one moment, they were on the Helicarrier deck, with the chilling wind and equipment everywhere.
In the next moment, they found themselves on a charming city street illuminated by the alluring glow of neon lights.
The two styles, quiet and bustling, presented a stark contrast.
With a sense of unreality akin to a dream, Kyle stood still for half a second on the vibrant street. Pedestrians and vehicles on the road flowed like swift currents.
Luckily, he had exited the Venom full-cover mode; otherwise, with the monstrous appearance of the dark creature, his arrival here would have caused panic among the public.
Also, the mysterious figure who had transported him here was nowhere to be found.
"Sir, are you all right?" A gentleman with a small mustache, dressed in a black suit with an embroidered tie, approached and bowed politely. "This is the Falcon Club, sir. Do you have a membership card? If not, you can still come inside and take a look."
"The Falcon Club?" Kyle raised his head calmly and found himself standing in front of a luxurious building.
"Sir, this is the Falcon Club, one of the most prestigious Advanced ballroom clubs in all of Europe. It was established in 1940 and has undergone more than ten renovations, preserving its historic charm to this day. It's one of the most popular clubs among European nobility and the upper class."
As the gentleman spoke, he beamed with pride. "Rumor has it that during World War II, a legendary hero also frequented this club as a customer."
Kyle didn't continue listening. Instead, he silently walked past the gentleman and climbed the steps, heading towards the grand entrance of the club.
(End of the chapter)
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