The Falcon Club.
The location of the building remained unchanged, but it had expanded its territory to the sides, making it look more spacious and grand than before.
There were still steps with a red carpet in front of the club's entrance. The lighting outside was dazzling, and the atmosphere was inviting. The entrance was still graced with a low-key luxurious reception desk and corridor, where stepping inside made one experience the elegance of the aristocrats from decades ago.
"Sir? Sir..."
The small mustache waiter trailed behind Kyle, softly calling out to him. Kyle seemed lost in thought as he increased his pace to cross the threshold. His gaze swept across everything familiar inside the club.
Since he had left here last time, he hadn't returned to this dance club or even Europe. In the blink of an eye, more than sixty years had passed.
What "the things remain, but people change" meant, this was precisely it!
The things were still there, able to be disguised by new items, while some people had disappeared, vanishing into the river of eternity and ancient time.
In the Marvel Universe, aside from a few specific races, this was an unavoidable great sorrow for all living beings.
"Why have you brought me here?" Kyle whispered coldly to the empty air, his five fingers that had been hanging loosely clenched surreptitiously. Now, there weren't many things that could touch his human side. But conveniently, the Falcon Club was one of them.
"Sir, if you please..."
Two tall doormen, wearing suits with sturdy physiques, looked alertly at Kyle as they moved forward to block him from entering. After all, the Falcon Club was a gathering place for aristocrats, and those without certain status were not allowed to enter the premises, let alone obtain a club membership card.
Those with membership cards had been thoroughly vetted over the years and would never mistake anyone.
The two doormen stepped forward and reached out to take action to intercept Kyle. But in the next moment, all their movements came to a sudden halt.
A strong and tangible pressure bore down on them like a mountain!
Exhaling lightly, Kyle relaxed his clenched fist. He ignored the doormen and continued to walk into the corridor, well-lit with the right atmosphere. He reached the reception desk, where a female server was standing.
"Sir, hello. How may I assist you?"
The server on duty paled and greeted Kyle quickly. She sneaked a glance at the two doormen not far behind Kyle.
The two doormen, who had retired from the Russian Special Forces with elite backgrounds, now clung to each other, wiping their foreheads constantly, displaying an unusual sense of panic as if they had been frightened by something.
What had happened to terrify the fearless Russian men like this?
After pondering for a moment, Kyle calmly said to the female server, "I'd like to check the consumption records of Membership Card 006."
For coming here, he had originally intended to inquire about the mysterious person, but now he had other questions in mind.
"The consumption records of the membership card?" The female server was taken aback. She hesitated before saying, "I'm sorry, but our computer system does not have the authorization to view the consumption records of membership cards. The first ten membership cards, which were specially made for our club, are exclusive cards given to VIP members with special status. No one has the authority to view the consumption records of the cardholders."
System authorization, what was this?
Kyle smiled, tapped the electronic watch screen with his finger, and casually reminded her, "Vis, it's your time to shine."
"No problem, Master."
Vis readily accepted and extended an antenna to invade the building's host data through radio waves.
"Sir, what are you doing...?" The female server was still feeling puzzled when suddenly, the reception desk, the corridor, and the entire club building's lights all went out in an instant.
Like a malfunction in the electrical connections, the lights flickered a few times before returning to normal.
Following that, Vis's voice resounded once more, "I've found it, Master."
"Show it to me," Kyle said, his eyes glinting. He pondered for a moment before giving the command.
"Broadcasting for you."
Vis's gray eyes rolled, projecting a three-dimensional graphic that clearly displayed the consumption records of the membership card in numbers and English.
Kyle quickly glanced over the records, and the first entry was the consumption record from early 1944, which coincided with the day Steve's plane crashed into the ice and he returned to host the belated dance party.
The records included details like the number of guests and the amount spent. The consumption time was only specified by the year, month, and date, originally handwritten by the staff. Later, as computers became more common, the records were transferred to the computer system for preservation.
After that day, he handed the card over to the female server to give to Peggy Carter. Kyle continued to scroll down and was suddenly taken aback.
At the end of 1944, there were over thirty entries, all recorded under Peggy Carter's name.
The last entry at the end of 1944, dated just half a month before the date of death inscribed on Peggy Carter's tombstone, was hard to fathom. How could a severely ill woman, on the brink of death, visit the Falcon Club almost daily?
If she had no relatives or acquaintances here, then it must have been the precious memories held within this place that she couldn't forget.
"Agent Peggy Carter," Kyle muttered to himself.
In this instant, he recalled many things, with the memory ending at his farewell to Peggy Carter. The parting kiss beneath the setting sun.
Kyle shook his head gently, suppressing the emotional side of his humanity. He looked at the records displayed at the bottom of the image projected by Vis.
From 1944 to 2007, there was a gap in the records, indicating that no one had used Card Number 006 to make any transactions at the club since the death of Peggy Carter.
Until 2008.
This year, this month, a day ago, there was a transaction that was still ongoing!
"Who on earth used Peggy Carter's card?" Kyle didn't need to think much; the image of the mysterious person immediately came to mind.
"Opened a single room, number 301."
Having finished reading the last piece of vital information, Kyle casually picked up Vis from the table. With a swift Blink, he disappeared from the spot, becoming a blurry shadow that darted down the corridor.
The female server's eyes widened and a look of astonishment appeared on her face. She was about to scream when someone covered her mouth with a large hand.
In her panic, she saw that the one holding her mouth was their own doorman, one of the two heavily built Russian men. Only then did the two Russian men, still visibly shaken, manage to regain some composure.
"What were you doing? How did you fail to stop that man just now?" The female server questioned, her confusion evident.
"Stop him? How could we stop him?" One of the doormen replied with a wry smile. "Haven't you recognized who that man was?"
"Who?" The female server blinked.
The other doorman patted his chest, still filled with fear. "The legend who was rumored to have visited the club during World War II!"
"Really?" The female server was a bit stunned. After a moment of silence, she widened her eyes in surprise. "I can't believe I forgot such an important thing. Card Number 006 was originally issued by the Falcon Club for that person."
(End of this chapter)
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