65 IMUC-CHAPTER 65: LONE WOLF

Night had fallen, and the sun had completely disappeared below the horizon, leaving the streets of the coastal city in France shrouded in a dark mist.

"Bang!"

"Ratatatat!"

The frontline defense line on the beach had long been broken, and the continuous artillery fire and gunfire covered an area of several miles.

The Allied forces pressed forward, while the German soldiers fought desperately to resist. The battle was chaotic, and the continuous exchange of gunfire illuminated the ground, which was filled with scenes of hellish bloodshed.

Countless corpses and debris littered the area, with damaged helmets, empty bullet casings, and discarded weapons scattered everywhere. The blood dripped and converged, creating an atmosphere akin to a bloodbath.

And yet, the war was far from over; it was only the beginning.

At the edge of the city streets…

"Monster! He's a monster!"

"Retreat! Fall back!"

Unlike other areas of the war where both sides were deadlocked, here the situation was completely one-sided. Over a dozen well-armed German soldiers ran for their lives, their faces pale with fear.

Not far behind them, in the dark alleys of the streets, a tall and muscular humanoid creature slowly advanced, holding a blood-drenched sword in one hand.

The creature seemed to be covered in a layer of dark, external membrane, with perfectly defined muscular contours. Without the illumination of the artillery fire, it would blend seamlessly into the darkness.

With crimson, elongated eyes, terrifying fangs, and a wild and powerful physique, this was the primal form of Kyle fused with Venom, completely covered from head to toe.

As he passed through the alleys and streets, there were over a dozen soldier corpses lying in halves with fresh blood continuing to flow and cleanse the ground.

"Grenades! Throw all the grenades at him!" The leading German officer shouted in fear. The remaining soldiers immediately followed suit, throwing all the grenades they had at the creature.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The explosions of the grenades blocked the entire street, with collapsed buildings obstructing Kyle's path.

"Phew." The German officer breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the ground, his legs numb with fatigue. He laughed hysterically, releasing his pent-up fear. "Hahaha, the monster is dead! He is finally dead…"

His words came to an abrupt halt as an icy chill crept up his spine as the shadow cast by a towering figure enveloped him from behind.

"Captain, behind you…" The other dozen or so German soldiers turned their gaze to the officer's back, their faces filled with the most terrifying sight they had ever seen. Trembling, they retreated.

The German officer struggled to stand up, but even the strength to turn around had left him. His teeth chattered as he hoarsely pleaded, "Shoot! Keep shooting…!"

"Puchi!"

The sharp tip of the sword pierced through the officer's head, easily penetrating his skull.

"Captain!" The dozen German soldiers cried out with tears in their eyes, their grief turning into anger. Without hesitation, they aimed their guns at the shadow behind the officer's lifeless body and opened fire.

In the next moment, a dense barrage of bullets rained down on the shadow, but they all fell to the ground, signifying the futility of their final resistance.

With the sword withdrawn from the officer's head, Kyle, wearing the Venom Battlesuit, faced the hail of bullets head-on. With a swift sprint, he closed the distance to the enemy within a few meters. Horizontally, he swung his sword fiercely, toppling the soldiers like wheat in a field.

The battle in this small area soon quieted down, returning to its former silence.

Kyle had no idea how many enemy soldiers he had killed. It was all meaningless to him as he was immersed in the atmosphere of this night of slaughter, his body remained in a state of high alertness.

He glanced silently at the corpses of the enemy soldiers and was about to set off and venture deeper into the battlefield when his gaze caught a scene on a distant street, causing him to halt his steps.

Less than a hundred meters away, there was another group of around ten German soldiers engaged in an intense firefight with a single opponent.

The man, initially struggling with his firearms, suddenly discarded his weapon and fearlessly charged toward the German soldiers as if he had no regard for his own life.

The man charged like a lone wolf hunting its prey and pushed forward, braving the bullets, with claw-like weapons in his hands, displaying a desperate struggle.

Kyle didn't know whether to describe this man as audacious or foolish. He rushed towards the well-armed soldiers without any protection, and the result was going to be obvious.

Kyle coldly observed this scene. He had initially planned to leave, but in the next instant, a reversal occurred in the ten-on-one situation, causing his mind and body to tremble violently.

The man not only didn't die under a barrage of gunfire but successfully broke through the German soldiers, swiftly reaping their lives with his claw-like weapons. Blood splattered everywhere, and his killing speed was neither fast nor slow!

In the blink of an eye, all ten German soldiers in his field of vision lay dead on the ground. Only the man stood alone at the scene, quickly disappearing into the night.

The hood of the Venom Battlesuit transformed into black threads, revealing Kyle's handsome face, which was now filled with shock and disbelief.

"Could it be him? How is this possible?!"

This was the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the world of the Avengers. How could that person exist here…

Kyle didn't hesitate for a moment. He immediately sprinted forward, heading rapidly toward the location where the incident had taken place.

Within a matter of seconds, Kyle arrived at the scene of the recent battle. He quickly scanned the surroundings, but all that remained on the ground were the broken bodies of the ten German soldiers in a pool of blood. The lone wolf-like man was nowhere to be seen.

Kyle examined the fatal wounds on the bodies of the German soldiers one by one. Most of them were deep claw marks on their necks and chests, clean and precise strikes that instantly killed them.

His mind was in turmoil, and he struggled to calm himself down.

Could it really be him?

Kyle fell into contemplation, and soon, he seemed to sense something. He sharply turned around and looked toward the corner of an alley beside the street.

In the darkness of the corner, a middle-aged man dressed in a Soviet soldier's combat uniform calmly walked out. Leaning against the alley wall, he took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, slowly lighting it for himself.

He had a cool black crew cut and a beard that covered both sides of his cheeks, giving him a rugged and highly masculine appearance.

The middle-aged man took a drag from his cigarette as he coldly looked at Kyle, who was standing beside the bodies of the German soldiers. Blowing out a puff of smoke, he asked, "Who are you, an American soldier?"

(End of this chapter)

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