On the top-floor balcony of the luxury hotel.
Kyle stared directly at Logan, contemplating his words. "Since we're on the same side, I'll be straightforward. I still have one Testing Mission for you. Only when you complete this Mission will you truly be considered a member of the Carl Family."
"What Mission? Whether it's assassinating enemy officers or infiltrating foreign territories for intelligence, there's no problem with any of that," Logan replied confidently and coldly.
"The Mission is simple." Kyle's eyes carried a hint of amusement as he spoke softly, "I will provide you with enough funds. You will rent a large mansion villa on the outskirts of New York. Then, under the guise of fostering, you will adopt ten children between the ages of eight and ten from any orphanage in the United States, regardless of gender, as long as they are in good health."
"Adopt ten children… me?" Logan's mouth hung open, looking a bit dumbfounded as he gazed at the serious expression on Kyle's face.
Kyle nodded and said, "That's right. We're still in wartime, and orphanages are overflowing with children who have lost their parents. Bribing the orphanage director won't be difficult, and you can even adopt twenty children if you want. Then, you can have Howard help you hire some nannies for their meals and the maintenance of the mansion. That will be it."
"That's not the issue. How am I, with my cold and rugged appearance, supposed to take care of children?" Logan shook his head, feeling a bit overwhelmed, and pointed to his rough and weathered face.
Looking at his menacing and villainous face, as well as his physique and abilities, he was the perfect candidate for a combat-oriented talent. Why would he be given a nanny-type Mission?
Kyle countered, "Why do you think you can't do it?"
"I only know how to kill and fight. I don't know how to take care of children or anything like that. Can't you give me a different Testing Mission?" Logan's attitude was resolute. He was a lone wolf, always hiding his claws and fangs, and couldn't imagine himself gently guiding and teaching those children.
"Logan, if you refuse, you will just end up the same as before," Kyle smiled and said, "You have been living alone for so many years, carrying hatred and revenge in your heart, you have burned, killed, looted, and plotted against others, and you licked your wounds in the night."
"When you killed Sabertooth in Germany, didn't you say that you wanted to leave behind your previous lonely and miserable life and return to being your true self? If you can't even accept this Mission and continue to live with a closed heart, shunning others, then you will never be able to return to your original self. Instead, you will gradually become another Sabertooth!"
Logan listened and his whole body trembled when he heard Kyle's words, his brows furrowed, and his hands gripping the iron railing of the balcony as he got lost in thought.
After a few minutes of silence, he sighed and said, "I understand. I accept this Testing Mission."
"Good." Kyle secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't easy to persuade Logan to agree to take care of children for the Mission.
This Testing Mission could not only attempt to alleviate Logan's excessive wariness towards others but also lay the foundation for future members of their power. It was like hitting two birds with one stone.
And who said that Wolverine didn't have a hidden talent for being a nanny?
Logan sighed and said, "Although I can't guarantee that I will do well, I will give it my best shot."
"Don't worry. As the owner of the mansion, your role is to provide a home for the adopted children. There will be nannies and cleaners for their daily lives, and you can ask Howard to hire specialized teachers for their cultural education. As for combat skills, we can discuss that later." Kyle reassured him.
At the moment, he only had one Ability Card for a Super Agent, so he couldn't bestow enough cards on others.
Without the presence of individuals with Super Agent abilities, he couldn't continue extracting and bestowing this ability to others.
Many things would have to wait until after the end of World War II to plan and take action.
One night passed.
After resting in their respective rooms, the two of them didn't meet up again and went their separate ways in the morning.
Logan went alone to the Stark Industries building to collect the new identification documents arranged by Howard and to explore the Testing Mission they had discussed the previous night.
Kyle, on the other hand, took advantage of the rare opportunity to return to New York City during wartime. Since General Chester hadn't sent any soldiers to notify him of new orders yet, he had some free time to check on Lucy, who was temporarily staying in his house.
Strolling along the bustling modern streets in his leather shoes, Kyle relied on his symbiotic partner, Venom, to disguise his appearance slightly. He wore a brand-new gentleman's suit, a large-brimmed hat that cast a shadow on his face, and a pair of sunglasses.
He walked amidst the crowds flowing on the sidewalks, and no one recognized his identity.
Even if they did recognize him and feel a sense of familiarity, no one would dare to believe that the war hero they had seen on movie screens and in newspapers would suddenly pass by them in the form of a gentleman.
"General Kyle led over two million Allied forces to completely capture Germany and has arrived at a US military base!" The shouts of newspaper vendors running back and forth occasionally echoed on the busy streets, causing Kyle to lower his hat brim.
If he was recognized on the street, he would probably have to use his climbing abilities to escape to a nearby building.
Kyle sighed inwardly. Whether becoming a famous Superhero was a good or bad thing was hard to say. However, from being a small soldier in training to reaching his current position, his starting point had never been solely for others.
With great power comes great responsibility. He respect that saying but he first had to take care of himself and seize control of his life and destiny!
So, he had never been a true Superhero in the strictest sense.
As he walked along the bustling streets, Kyle suddenly stopped in his tracks, keenly sensing that something was off about his surroundings.
The passersby around him continued to hurry by, but they resembled three-dimensional images reflected in a mirror, lacking any vitality in them.
The shouts of newspaper vendors, the sounds of cars driving and honking, the chattering of pedestrians engaging in countless conversations— these sounds seemed to be separated by layers of space, and were unable to reach his location.
Soon, their figures began to blur and dissipate.
In the United States, the American continent, and even the entire world, only Kyle remained, standing quietly on the empty streets of New York.
"Magic?" Kyle murmured to himself. It felt like he had been transported to another dimension, but this sudden and eerie phenomenon didn't make him panic.
Panic was meaningless. The more trapped one was in an uncontrollable situation, the more calmly one needed to think and face it.
"It's no wonder you're the youngest Brigadier General in American history…" A gender-neutral female voice, devoid of any emotions, softly came from behind him.
Kyle calmly turned around and saw a young woman in a simple white robe with a bald head.
"General Kyle, allow me to introduce myself briefly. I am 'Ancient One,' a Sorcerer," The woman spoke.
(End of Chapter)
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