The transport fighter jet smoothly flew above the clouds, basking in the golden sunlight as it sped toward the far end of the Atntic O. Kyle and Steve cautiously ehe cockpit of the aircraft, with Kyle wielding a sword and Steve holding a shield.

  It was evident that Red Skull had fled in haste, as there were few armed guards o. The guards they had dealt with earlier in the rear were the only ones, leaving the spacious cockpit eerily quiet.

  There were no visible figures on the trol instruments of the transport fighter. It was on autopilot, following the predetermined flight route set by the onboard system.

  Behind the pilot's seat was a ste partmeing a faint blue light, revealing glimpses of the items tained within the cuboidal object behind the gss ste unit.

  Kyle's eyes were fixed oems ihe ste partment from the momeered. His eyes reflected the blue radiance of the objects. Even without a clear view or message indig the cards, he was certain he hadn't made a mistake.

  The Tesseract. There could be no mistake!

  Despite being teers away and separated by a metal and gss ste frame, he could still vividly sehe awe-inspiring and captivating mystique emanating from it.

  Steve inteo slowly advao the cockpit with his shield, but Kyle shook his head. It arent that Red Skull had known they had caught up with the jet during their otion in the rear , so there was no need for a surprise attack.

  It was disadvantageous to reveal ourselves while the enemy remained hidden, but the overwhelming differen strength was something even the wounded Red Skull couldn't reverse.

  Kyle fidently stepped forward, brandishing his sword, and said coldly, "Schmidt, you're the only o here. Stop hiding like a rat if you call yourself Hydra! Use whatever tricks you have left now before you die!"

  Steve, seeing Kyle's as, spread his hands and took a step forward, adopting a warning tone, "It's time to put ao all of it, Schmidt!"

  Fag the ockery and questioning from the two, a chilling response suddenly came from the pilot's seat in the cockpit, where Red Skull was situated, "You two just don't know when to quit, do you? Do you really think you've defeated me? Do you believe that simply donning clothes with the Ameri emblem makes you a national symbol? I have seeure, a beautiful world without national divisions, pletely subservient to my rule!"

  firming Red Skull's location, Kyle and Steve exged gnces and silently coordio surround him from both sides.

  Red Skull however tio speak from the pilot's seat, "Until the final moment, no one determine who wins and who loses!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, his palm smmed down on the trol panel, pushing the steering wheel to its maximum position.

  "Buzz!"

  The previously smoothly flying transport fighter abruptly came to a halt, then pitched downward at a y-degree angle, heading straight towards the cloud yer below.

  Everything in the cockpit, including Kyle and Steve, became weightless, tumbling and floating at various angles.

  "This is just the beginning…" Red Skull sneered from the pilot's seat, secured by his seatbelt, as he lifted a rge ser on. However, the muzzle wasn't aimed at Kyle or Steve, who were tumbling untrolbly behind him, but rather at the front windshield of the cockpit.

  "You both die now!" His crimsoal face was slightly distorted as a frenzy of emotions burst out in his sunken eye sockets, as he fired the ser on at the cockpit's windshield.

  "Bang!"

  In the instant the windshield was shattered by the ser, a powerful pressure difference occurred inside and outside the aircraft, geing a strong vortex that sucked everything in the cockpit towards the broken window and into the high-altitude airspace outside.

  They were above ten thousaers in the sky and if it were an ordinary person, they would have long lost sciousness due to the intense pressure differe Kyle and Steve were not ordinary people!

  "Kyle, be careful!" Steve mao grab hold of an iron frame on the ceiling of the cockpit and his worried gaze shifted towards Kyle, who was still floating.

  "That guy really has a death wish!" Kyle gritted his teeth and, as his body was being pulled towards the window, he reacted swiftly by driving his sword into the floor of the cockpit.

  "That was close." Kyle breathed a sigh of relief as he stabilized himself by anch his body to the sword embedded in the floor. However, when his gaze shifted downwards, his pupils slightly tracted.

  Unfortunately, the sword made of Carbonadium Sword was stu top of the gss taiing a brilliant blue light. The shattered gss revealed cracks, gradually exposing the mysterious aura of the Tesseraside.

  'My goodness, this…' Kyle felt his scalp tingle as fshes from the movie where Red Skull made direct tact with the Tesseract crossed his mind: being forcefully banished beyond the gaxies, guarding the Soul Stone alone on a desote p for over seventy years.

  At this moment, the Tesseract was fully exposed to the air and it was less than half a meter away from him!

  As if stimuted by the sword's impact, the enigmatic blue glow on the surface of the Tesseract became even more pronouhen, beams of light shot out from it, revealing dazzling ic star maps in the void.

  Space began to twist inch by inch, and the Tesseract drew Kyle even closer to itself!

  "This is not good…" Kyle found himself in a dilemma, uo move as he stared at the Tessera front of him, slowly opening a spatial tunnel under him.

  Am I going to be transported away?

  Kyle forced a bitter smile and prepared to accept his fate by closing his eyes when Steve's voice suddenly reached his ears, "Kyle! Get out of the way!"

  In the instant, a shield swiftly flew over a distanore than teers and struck the Tesseract, which reflected a starry sky map, knog it away from Kyle's side. It flew towards the gaping hole in the window and out into the open air.

  "That was close!" Kyle's face turned pale as he thought of his situation. He was just a hair's breadth away from being transported to who knows where by the Tesseract!

  'I love Earth!' Having escaped from the danger, Kyle's joy was overwhelming and he even wao give Steve a bear hug.

  "No!" Red Skull shouted as he watched the Tesseract pass by him and fly out of the window. He looked stunned and hurriedly reached out to grab the Tesseract.

  *Buzz—* The fading starry sky map tio glow, and a rainbow beam of light struck Red Skull from the sky, engulfing and evaporating his figure.

  The Tesserapleted this simple spatial manipution and tio send the pne plummeting toward the sea.

  As the pne tis suicidal 90-degree dive, with less than a kilometer left until the ground, Kyle struggled against the strong wind pressure and mao reach the pilot's seat to steer the steering wheel bato position.

  Immediately after making this move, the transport pne recovered its normal driving state, but the trol instruments seemed to be on the verge of damage, emitting smoke.

  "Phew." Kyle wearily sat on the floor after he trolled the pne.

  Although the strong wind pressure still persisted, fortunately, the pne finally stabilized, and with its low altitude, the gravitational force was greatly reduced to an acceptable range.

  "Are you okay?" Steve smiled as he desded from the ceiling of the cockpit and took a seat in the pilot's seat, fastening his seatbelt.

  "I'm fine. Quickly tact the base and have them arrange for the nding of this pne," Kyle said while waving his hand.

  "Okay." Steve nodded and started operating the instruments from the pilot's seat. After a while, his rexed expression gradually turned serious as if he had discovered something.

  "What's wrong?" Kyle noticed Steve's unusual expression and couldn't help but stand up and ask.

  Steve took a deep breath and said sternly, "The situation is not good. The autopilot ot be disengaged, and many manual trol funs are damaged and unusable. This pne is still heading towards its inal destination, New York City."

  "What!" Kyle realized the potential crisis and said in a low voice, "Don't panic, let me think of a solution!"

  "There's no time." Steve shook his head and he ched his fists quietly, and it was as if he had made a difficult decision in his life. He smiled relievedly and said, "Kyle, go to the rear and prepare a parachute for yourself."

  "What do you mean?" Kyle was slightly stunned.

  Steve firmly said, "I'm going to sink this po the o. Hurry and prepare a parachute to jump off."

  "Don't rush into anything, there must be another way. Besides, even if someone has to stay on the pil the end, I…" Kyle's words were quickly interrupted by Steve.

  "Alright, let me take care of this." Steve held onto the trol yoke with both hands, his young and handsome face filled with determination. He smiled and said, "Kyle, you don't know. I've been chasing after you all this time."

  "From the training base to the small fight and battlefields ter on, I could only watch your back. I stantly pushed myself to catch up while accepting the opportunities you gave up."

  "Since I've cimed to be Captain America, let me surpass you this time ahe way in front of you!" As he said this, Steve seemed tress to the weak-bodied but indomitable youth he once was.

  "I uand." After Kyle finished speaking, he silently walked towards the rear of the pne, knowing that no matter what he said at this moment, he would not be able to stop his rade's decision.

  Because the other person was not only his best rade-in-arms but also his brother, and even more so, he was Captain America of this world! Even if they were to enter tless dangerous situations, he would always be the one charging ahead with a determined look on his face, willing to sacrifice himself to protect everything he wao safeguard.

  "Oh, and take care of Agent Carter for me," Steve reminded him before Kyle left.

  "Huh? Who's going to take care of yirlfriend? I'll be waiting for you at the base!" Kyle turned around and cursed.

  "I… do like Agent Carter, but she's not my girlfriend," Steve shook his head and, in a joking tone, said with an ignorant air, "Agent Carter, she has always had feelings for you."

  "Don't make jokes in this situation. How could she possibly like me? You must have misuood something," Kyle was a bit fused. What's going on? He had only flirted with her a few times.

  "The's sider it a joke," Steve shrugged, instrug, " Friday night at 8 p.m., I have a date with her at the Starbird Club. If I don't make it by then, you go in my pce."

  "Don't worry. I'll reserve the whole pce for you and you will dah her when you e back," Kyle waved his hand ahe main . Steve's voice could still be faintly heard from behind:

  "I am ting on you, Brother…"

  Fifteen seds ter, a figure jumped from the rear of the pne from a high altitude. After reag an altitude of a hundred meters, the parachute was deployed, and Kyle slowly desded toward the blue sea.

  Uhe parachute, Kyle looked up, gazing at the distant phat tio move away, soon disappearing oher side of the clouds.

  "Steve, regardless of the oute or how long it takes, I believe that one day, we will meet again."

  (End of this chapter)

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