I Am In Marvel

On the top balcony of a luxury hotel.

Kyle looked directly at Logan and said thoughtfully: "Since they are all my own, then I will say it straight. I still have a test task for you. Only when you complete the task will you be considered a complete Carl family. a member."

"What mission? Whether it's letting me assassinate an enemy officer or lurking in other countries to obtain information, there is no problem." Rogan gave a confident and cold answer.

"The task is very simple." Kyle said softly with a little playfulness in his eyes: "I will provide you with enough funds to rent a large manor house on the outskirts of New York by yourself. In the name, ten children between the ages of eight and ten are selected for adoption in any orphanage in the United States, no matter if they are male or female, as long as they are all healthy."

"Adopt ten children... me?" Logan opened his mouth and looked at Kyle with a serious face.

Kyle nodded and said, "That's right. It's still a time of war, and many orphans in the orphanage can't live anymore. If you buy the dean, let alone adopt ten, even if you adopt twenty children, it's absolutely impossible. Difficult. At that time, you can ask Howard to help you hire a few nanny to make three meals a day and clean the manor, and this will be over."

"That's not the problem. How can I, me, adopt a child?" Logan shook his head, his scalp was numb, and pointed to his cold and vicissitudes face.

Look at this ruffian villain's face, and look at this figure and ability. I am a fighting-type talent, why should I take on a nanny-type task?

Kyle asked back: "Why do you think you can't do it?"

"I can only kill, fight, but not take children and so on. You can change the test task." Logan's attitude is very firm, he is a lone wolf, always hiding sharp claws, how to pull with his hands kindly Teach those kids.

"Logan. Don't you become the same as before?" Kyle smiled and said, "You have lived alone for so many years, carrying hatred and evil thoughts alone, burning, killing, looting, intrigue, Murder and steal, and end up licking wounds at night."

"When you killed the saber-toothed tiger in Germany, you didn't say that you wanted to leave the lonely and miserable life before and become your true self. If you dare not even take this task, you want to continue to close your heart and care for others like this. Go on, then you will never be able to change back to the original self, but gradually become the second saber-toothed tiger!"

After hearing this, Logan was shocked, his brows clenched, his hands were on the iron balcony fence, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a few minutes of silence, he said, "I understand, I accept this test task."

"That's good." Kyle breathed a sigh of relief, it was really not easy to convince Logan to agree to the task of bringing the child.

Since this test task can try to ease Logan's current high defensiveness towards others, it can also lay the foundation for future forces earlier. It can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

And, who said Uncle Wolf doesn't have a hidden nanny talent?

Logan sighed slightly and said, "Although there is no guarantee that it can be done well, I will try my best."

"Don't worry. You only need to be the owner of the manor and let the adopted children live in. There are babysitters and cleaners in daily life. In learning, you can ask Howard to ask another professional tutor to give cultural lessons. As for combat skills , I'll talk about it later." Kyle comforted that he only had a super agent ability card on him, and he couldn't give it to enough people at a time.

Without the ability of a super agent, it is impossible to continuously draw cards and give others the blue ability.

Many things still have to wait for the end of World War II before planning and action.

One night passed.

After the two rested in their respective rooms, they did not meet again and parted ways in the morning.

Logan rushed to the Stark Industrial Building alone, received the ID card that Howard arranged for him to change, and went to grope to perform the test task that he said last night.

Kyle was thinking about the rare return to New York City during the war. Since General Chester hadn't sent soldiers to notify him of the order, he just had time to see how Lucy, who was temporarily living in his home, was doing.

Pacing on the bustling modern streets with leather shoes, Kyle also relied on the symbiotic venom to slightly disguise his appearance, wearing a brand-new gentleman's suit, a large round hat that casts a shadow, and a pair of sunglasses.

He was just like this among the crowds surging on the walking path, and no one found his identity.

In fact, even if they saw it and felt familiar, no one would dare to believe that the war hero seen on the screen in the projection room and in various newspapers would suddenly pass by in front of their eyes like a gentleman.

"Major General Kyle led more than two million Allied troops to completely conquer Germany and arrived at the US military base last night!"

From time to time, newspaper sellers ran back and forth on the pedestrian street, and the propaganda shouted by them, but Kyle couldn't help but lower his hat.

If he was recognized on the street, he would probably have to use his climbing ability to get out of the nearby building.

Kyle secretly sighed that this fame as the first superhero is a good thing or a bad thing, it is not clear. However, from the small training of soldiers to this point, the starting point has never been solely for others.

With great power comes great responsibility? Be yourself first, and take control of your own life and destiny!

So, he was never a real superhero.

Walking on the bustling and noisy streets, Kyle stopped abruptly, keenly aware that something was wrong with the surrounding environment.

Passersby of various colors still hurried past him, but they seemed to reflect the projected three-dimensional image, without any anger.

The shouting of newspaper sellers, the sound of cars and horns, the trivial chatter and conversation of pedestrians, these voices seem to penetrate layers of space and cannot convey where they are.

Soon, even their figures disappeared in a blur.

In the United States, the American continent, and even the entire earth world, only Kyle is left, standing quietly on the empty streets of New York.

"Magic?" Kyle muttered to himself, as if switching to another no-man's space, this sudden strange scene did not make him panic.

Panic is meaningless, the more difficult you are in a situation that you cannot grasp, the more you must calmly think about it.

"As expected of the youngest major general since the founding of the American Empire..." A neutral female voice without any emotion came from behind her.

Kyle turned around calmly and saw a young woman wearing a plain white robe and a bald head talking.

"General Kyle. Allow me to briefly introduce myself. My name is 'Gu Yi' and I am a mage."

The woman spoke.