As dawn gradually approached, the first rays of sunlight shone down from the horizon of the Gold Coast, gradually dispelling the nightmarish darkness in the outskirts of the French border town.
At this moment, the inland areas of the Gold Coast had been completely transformed into a scene of devastation after the baptism of war. Decaying corpses, spent bullet casings, bloodstains, and scorched earth covered the entire region, turning it into a desolate land of disaster.
Countless piles of soldier corpses were being incinerated, creating a foul stench and a thick cloud of black smoke that made people nauseous.
After a night of intense fighting, the large-scale amphibious landing operation finally had a moment to catch its breath, lasting for over ten hours.
The German forces had been mostly cleared from the five beachfront and the outskirts of the French border town. However, the Alliance forces had suffered heavy casualties during the forced landing operation. But with a continuous influx of fresh troops transported by the Allied soldiers, their combat strength appeared to be growing rather than diminishing.
This was only the first day of the campaign, and the Allied forces could be considered victorious, but they would have to intensify their operations in the future. Their goal was to completely penetrate France, eliminate German soldiers, liberate the territory, and then push into German territory…
In the early morning, most of the Allied soldiers were resting in their original positions, replaced by fresh troops for the next attack and defense.
Fury, with his officer uniform covered in bloodstains and dirt, was busy going back and forth. As soon as he put down his rifle, he would command his troops to collect supplies and rest.
On one hand, he had just finished his duties for Brigadier General Kyle, and on the other hand, he was trying to gather information about Kyle from the communication soldiers.
Holding two positions, he had three times the workload.
"What? You said Kyle, the Brigadier General? He seemed to have been in the frontline combat zone all night."
"I saw him last night too. Brigadier General Kyle is really strong. He single-handedly wiped out the German forces that had us pinned down."
"Yeah, he killed several soldiers with each step. It seems that whenever German soldiers encounter him, they turn and run, calling him a demon."
"He's so fast that we can only see a blur as he passes by, and then we can't catch up anymore."
Fury asked different American soldiers from various units, and they all praised Kyle with admiration. However, he couldn't get any specific information about his whereabouts.
But Fury felt relieved knowing that Kyle was safe and active on the frontlines.
Although he believed in Kyle's abilities, he couldn't help but worry about his safety. That's probably the true bond between comrades-in-arms.
At this moment, they were at the border between the French territory and the major cities, which was also the current frontline. The Allied forces that had advanced to this point were still relatively scarce, and there was no sign of any German soldiers in the streets of the small town. It was as quiet as a deserted city.
The sound of a lighter crisply echoed from a certain place. After the cigarette was lit, the owner took a few deep puffs and exhaled a large cloud of smoke.
Logan sat alone on the rooftop of an abandoned building, smoking silently. Two German rifles were placed beside him, seemingly acquired through exchange or confiscation, without the time for proper maintenance.
For him, firearms were only used to disguise himself as an ordinary soldier. When it came to a real life-or-death battle, only the claws hidden in his hands were reliable. Having lived for more than half a century and facing countless life-and-death situations, he still lived on, lonely as a cursed lone wolf.
After finishing the last drag, Logan tossed the cigarette to the ground and extinguished it. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a cowhide-covered sharp military knife. Then, he removed his Soviet combat uniform jacket, revealing a muscular and sturdy body with no scars on his tanned skin.
As if it were routine, Logan calmly held the military knife and repeatedly stabbed it into his body. The Bullets embedded within him were picked out by the blade as blood splattered and rolled down onto the balcony of the rooftop.
Within five seconds, the bullet holes that had been emptied visibly healed at an astonishing speed.
"Is this the main reason why you prefer to fight alone and claim that there are no comrades who can match you?" A deep and powerful young male voice suddenly came from behind him, originating from another building's rooftop.
Logan quickly stood up, gripping the military knife with a fierce and wild look in his eyes as he stared ferociously at the source of the voice. He saw a young man dressed in a black combat uniform standing confidently on the rooftop of another building.
"You've been following me?!" Logan asked coldly, his gaze filled with a chilling intent to kill.
"I wouldn't call it following. I've been killing enemy soldiers along the way and happened to see you," Kyle shrugged, speaking in a calm tone. "You don't need to hold such animosity towards me. We are now allies, and more importantly, we are the same kind of people."
As Kyle spoke, much to Logan's surprise, he leaped forward with a short burst of acceleration, easily crossing the high distance of a road with four times the jumping power of an ordinary person, landing on the rooftop where Logan was.
Logan frowned and fell silent for a moment before commenting, "Your physique isn't that of a normal human either."
"Well, how else could I become a Brigadier General in the US military at such a young age?" Kyle said with a smile. He didn't mention the fact that he had been following the trail of dead enemy soldiers killed by claws along the way.
Kyle pursued him relentlessly wasn't because he was Wolverine from the Avengers world.
In fact, it didn't matter whether he was Wolverine or not. What mattered was that he possessed the Healing Factor ability that Kyle had always coveted and over seventy extra fighting skill Green Cards!
A Super soldier, coupled with Healing Factor and over a hundred combat skill Green Cards, would allow Kyle to reach the pinnacle of human combat power.
"Who exactly sent you? A Five-Star General from the United States? Or some scientists from a research lab…" Logan coldly guarded himself as Kyle approached, clenching his fists, and three sharp bone claws protruded menacingly from his knuckles.
"I've told you, I mean no harm," Kyle spread his hands, but just as he took a step forward, Logan fully extended his bone claws, and they faced each other at a distance of five meters.
Perhaps it was the result of too many unbearable experiences, but Logan's defensive mindset toward the man in front of him was extremely extreme.
Kyle furrowed his brows slightly as he looked at Logan, who had entered a combat-ready state like a lone wolf, and for a moment, he didn't know how to proceed.
To extract a Blue Ability Card, he had to be within a range of one meter and remain uninterrupted for half an hour.
Originally, Kyle wanted to disarm Logan's defenses as a gesture of goodwill and enter his personal space as a comrade, attempting to seize the opportunity to extract his cards. But now, negotiating with Logan in this state seemed incredibly difficult.
If negotiations failed, there was only one option left: to try and fight. It was the last resort and a choice forced upon him.
Kyle knew very well that in order to defeat Logan with his current abilities, he would have to risk his own life and be prepared to use all the trump cards at his disposal!
(End of this chapter)
You can read ahead upto 20 chapters on my patreon and I've also activated (date to date) subscription model on my patreon – patreon.com/marvel6395
2$- 10 Chapters
5$- 15 Chapters
10$- 20 Chapters