The first transport fighter jet returned from Berlin landed at the US military base at around 8 pm.

The New York military base was brightly lit. After the fighter plane landed and opened the cabin door, the airport outside the fuselage suddenly burst into thunderous applause.

When some forward officers got off the plane one after another, it was Kyle, wearing a black combat suit, walked down the fighter ladder, the applause became more intense and excited.

Kyle walked forward and found that dozens of military uniforms and suits were pick-up personnel. General Chester, who was the battle, was also present. On the side, outside the restricted area guarded by American soldiers, there were also a bunch of journalists and photographers holding up old-style photography instruments in their hands. They took photos of the flash lights and flashed dazzling white lights continuously.

"Thank you all, thank you for your hard work!" General Chester first greeted everyone who got off the plane, then stepped forward. Under the surprised gaze of many officers and officials, he patted Kyle's shoulder kindly and said with a smile: "Kyle, you've done a good job! You deserve to be a war hero!"

"At least I am worthy of the badge of the rank of major general you gave me." Kyle shrugged and pointed to the badge of the rank on the left shoulder of the battle suit - this was just a temporary wear before getting off the fighter plane.

Many military and political officials around the country shook their heads and smiled bitterly. Perhaps only Kyle dared to say such things to the five-star general so casually.

General Chester didn't care and smiled and said, "You have worked hard on the front line of the war for more than a month. Let's go back early and rest for a few days."

"After a few days of rest, there will be another battle to let me go?" Kyle asked casually. After all, Germany, the largest main warrior, had just been captured, indicating that all wars in the European theater have ended in full.

World War II is almost approaching the end of the later period.

"There is a plan..." General Chester moved his mouth and soon paused again. He glanced at Kyle meaningfully and said softly: "I will ask the soldiers to notify you at that time, so you can go home and rest first. As a hero who is proud of the whole country, you can't fall down from exhaustion."

Although the last sentence is in a teasing tone, there is still a real concern in his words.

Kyle nodded and said, "Then I'll leave first, Fury will hand over the matters in Germany this time."

At some point, Fury had become his exclusive spokesperson for power.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fury, who was wearing a left eye mask, walked in front of the transport plane at the airport to open the road. The armed soldiers behind him took hostages off the plane.

The officials who picked up the plane also turned their attention to the hostages. This time, defeating Germany was one aspect, and obtaining German scientists and military information was also an equally important thing.

Kyle took advantage of their attention and waved his hand gently, allowing Logan, who was sandwiched among the soldiers off the plane, to follow, and the two left outside the military airport together.

Seeing Kyle leaving, most of the reporters and photographers on the side hurriedly carried the camera equipment and chased after him to conduct an interview.

After all, Kyle is not like Steve. Steve himself was born as Captain America, and he has done a lot of interviews and publicity before he went to the battlefield.

As a hero who has been fighting on the battlefield, Kyle has never been interviewed for many documentaries.

Any media newspaper in New York dreams of getting Kyle's first-hand interview information.

The reporters carried photography equipment and rushed to catch up. When the military parked the main entrance of the airport, they were about to catch up, an extended luxury car suddenly stopped outside the door.

Kyle and Logan opened the car door directly, and the car started immediately after getting in the car, leaving a car with exhaust gas to the breathless media reporters.

In the extended version of the luxury car, professional bodyguards act as drivers and drive in the main driver's seat. The middle and back of the car body are hollow, and the space is spacious enough. Luxury sofas are placed on both sides of the doors.

Under the comfortable light on the roof, Kyle and Logan sat on the sofa on one side of the car, while on the other side was a gentleman-like suit with a mustache. Who would it be if it were Howard?

"Fortunately you were not entangled by those reporters, otherwise it would be difficult to get out of it." Howard patted his chest with lingering fear, obviously he was used to dealing with reporters.

"I want to leave, how can they keep me?" Kyle smiled faintly, and then asked in surprise: "When did you come back from the base in Europe?"

Howard replied: "The scientific institute in the United States asked me to come and help half a month ago, but it just ended a few days ago, otherwise I wouldn't have time to pick you up."

"The current project of the Institute of Science is a nuclear weapon, right?" Kyle asked bluntly.

Howard didn't say it clearly, but he nodded slowly, "Scientific research technology is in its final stage, and it is estimated that it will be possible to create physical objects for experiments in no time."

"It seems that the war is really coming to an end." Kyle said to himself, leaning against the sofa and feeling a little trampled.

Once the war is over, the arrangements of private forces will begin!

"By the way. Who is this person? I won't introduce it?" Howard looked at Logan, who was sitting next to Kyle and had not said a word since he got in the car.

"Just call him 'Logan'. He was known to me on the battlefield, and I think it's mine..." Kyle hesitated for a while, unable to find a proper identity to describe it, and finally spit out two simple words: "Body Guard."

A national hero who symbolizes the conquest and strength, and his personal strength stands as the top warrior among the US military, and needs bodyguards?

Howard was stunned when he heard it, looked at Logan who was still silent, and then looked at Kyle with a serious look on his face, asking in disbelief: "Really?"

"I didn't lie to you." Kyle smiled and said, "You will know when Logan shows his strength in the future. You will definitely be very interested in him."

"You can choose to be your bodyguard, you must not be an ordinary person." Howard faced Logan with a little expectation and introduced himself enthusiastically: "Hello, my name is Howard Stark."

Logan nodded coldly, without saying much, and was still not very good at getting along with others.

Howard touched his beard a little embarrassedly and suggested to Kyle: "Last time at the training base, I promised to invite you to drink when I come back. If I have time tonight, why not have a few drinks together?"

"Yes." Kyle nodded in agreement. He just returned to New York and there was really nothing to do for a moment.

The luxury car drove away from the area where the military base was located, entered the bustling city area in the center of New York from the main road, and finally stopped in front of a high-rise building.

"I thought you took me to the bar, why did you change your temper this time?" Kyle got out of the car, looked up at the center of the city street in New York, and rose from the ground, and could not see the tall buildings on the roof for hundreds of meters.

There are about 60 floors of modern industrial building, made of solid reinforced concrete, and the windows on each floor of the building are lit during the daylight, and you can vaguely see the busy figures of staff in it.

In the middle of the high-tech building, there is also a giant English font of "Stark Industry" built with lighting.
Chapter completed!