Washington, USA.

Since it is not the hero Kyle from the city (New York), the people who march here will not be able to fill the entire city with a terrifying level.

It is close to the central city, and it is still crowded and noisy, especially in the White House Square where the senior executives of the US imperial court are about to publicly preach. Outside the defense line of the speech platform, the inner three circles were set up in advance by a large number of media in advance, and the outer three circles and even further out, you can't see the end of the crowd at a glance.

Among the onlookers, the little boy about seven years old held Kyle's appearance mold in one hand and firmly pinched the uncle's trouser legs on the other hand, and asked uneasily: "Dad, has Kyle Hero really died?"

"How is that possible?" The uncle smiled, rubbed the boy's short hair hard, and said confidently and firmly: "Major General Kyle, he will not die!"

The crowded people around also smiled and echoed:

"That's right, how could a war hero die?"

"He is a superhero, suppressing the chaos of war, the god in our minds."

"Maybe like the captain, I just fell asleep somewhere and would come back after waking up."

When they talked about Kyle, their faces were filled with a smile, with the light of confidence, pride, and even hope.

The media next to them kept taking photos and recording videos, recording this rare scene. This was the first time that someone had a prestige enough to replace the gods, and they were respected by thousands of people without any black spots.

"Here's here!"

With a reminder from the square, all the onlookers and the media immediately turned their attention to the White House speech platform.

It can be seen that the middle-aged new president, with a group of parliamentary politicians in suits and ties, and generals wearing medal uniforms walked out of the door of the office building under the cover of armed soldiers and climbed onto the slightly wider speech platform.

Dozens of politicians and generals stopped in the back half of the platform, with solemn and serious faces, which subconsciously calmed down the people onlookers.

The new president wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked forward to the amplification microphone and stopped, facing the people and media outside the police line below, and said in the same politician tone as a politician: "Dear gentlemen, ladies, good afternoon!"

However, his words were quickly interrupted by the people below, "President, please omit the polite preface. We are here just to explain and the truth - why has General Kyle not returned yet?"

The new president quickly covered up his embarrassment, stabilized the amplification microphone with his hands, and spoke, "Major General Kyle, he..."

He was about to say the concealed rhetoric that the senior management had just discussed, but as soon as he started speaking, he stopped choking.

The new president looked below, with countless pairs of hope and expectant eyes, with his outstanding speech cultivation, and could not speak for a moment.

Just when the president was in a dilemma, a spiral buzzing noise suddenly came from a high altitude not far away. Everyone looked up in surprise and saw a new aircraft with bamboo dragonfly wings slowly flying down towards the platform of the White House Square.

The armed soldiers and guards thought they were terrorist attacks and were about to rush to the high platform to cover the retreat of senior officials, but when they saw a tall figure appearing at the helicopter door, they immediately stopped moving.

In other words, everyone below stopped in a daze, held their breath, and looked at the young man in the battle suit standing on the machine door with wide eyes.

"It's General Kyle..."

Someone took the lead and shouted, and then, the Washington Square, which was originally in silence, suddenly became excited!

"Our war heroes are back!"

The people raised their arms high, their eyes raising their arms and cheered with wet eyes. The huge waves of sound spread rapidly and spread. Soon the entire city of Washington was filled with the sound of heroes returning.

At this time, the most embarrassing thing was that the high-profile executives on the platform, who could only look at the helicopter getting closer and closer with bitter smiles.

The helicopter stopped at an altitude of twenty meters close to the platform and was suspended in the air.

Kyle nodded and then jumped downward, gliding slightly in the middle of the journey, and finally landed lightly in the center of the speech platform.

He was wearing a dark night battle suit, carrying the iconic one-handed sword, standing tall and coldly on the platform. With the blessing of the superhero aura, he immediately became the most dazzling protagonist on the spot. Even the higher status politicians and generals must bow their heads.

The thousands of people below were still applauding excitedly, and the applause was thunderous.

"Major General Kyle, you're finally back..."

The president turned around and wanted to make some politeness. Unexpectedly, Kyle didn't even look at him, and walked alone towards the whereabouts of the members and generals.

Faced with the approach of this god of killing, the generals who had experienced various battles changed slightly, not to mention the members who sat in the greenhouse had their faces pale.

Among them, Ivan, who was standing a little behind, and several other members held them nervously with their hands, resisting the urge to fall to the ground with fear.

"Kyle." Admiral Chester sighed and walked forward.

"General Chester, I'm back, not as you wish." Kyle stopped and said coldly.

"Kyle. No matter what you have experienced, it's my fault. Don't hurt anyone else..." Before Admiral Chester finished speaking, he was interrupted by Kyle soon, "No, you're right."

Kyle sneered, "You're just a mess."

General Chester was silent and did not refute, his hair was as white as a haggard old man.

The helicopter was still suspended in a low altitude, and the rope was thrown from the cabin, and Fury slid down to the platform.

Howard informed Fury when he knew Kyle was back, and then he rushed to the White House Square in Washington together.

This is of course a purpose.

"Fry, who have you found?" Kyle waved at Fury behind him and glanced at the congressmen in front of him. The congressmen were terrified, not knowing what the war hero wanted to do as soon as he came back.

"That, that, oh, and that." Fury walked forward, searched with sharp eyes, and pointed out the three members of Congress, including Ivan.

The three members of the MPs who were named trembled slightly, and the rest of the MPs and generals were unclear, but they still subconsciously stayed away from the three and retreated to a safe distance.

"Oh." Kyle nodded coldly and walked towards the three congressmen.

"Major General Kyle, what do you want to do? Don't come here!" Ivan's eyes flashed with panic, and he shouted and asked: "This is the White House Square. In the eyes of the members and generals representing the country, as well as the generals and the media, pay attention to your proper behavior!"

Kyle sneered, rushed to Ivan with speed. Before the surrounding armed soldiers could react, he had already clenched his right hand and hit the other party's lower abdomen.

‘Bang!’

With Ivan's ordinary body, he was hit by a punch of tens of tons of impact, and he was like a ball, knocking back and rolling, half of his body fell into the white wall of the office building.

His body was completely crippled, he vomited blood from his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and even couldn't even figure out that he would be a simple and crude way of death.
Chapter completed!