A group of recruits ran past the two men blowing whistles. They were obviously training teammates living in the same dormitory.
"Kyle, you don't have to pay attention to them." Steve turned around to comfort him, but saw that there was no resentment on Kyle's face, but instead a faint smile.
Of course Kyle ignored those new recruits. For him, who had a built-in golden finger for drawing cards, only Steve, who would soon become Captain America, was qualified to be his comrade-in-arms.
On the way to the commander's office, Kyle kept testing his card drawing ability.
Soon, he came to some conclusions:
First of all, he can obtain the card information of anyone who is within three meters of his body.
The classification is currently simply divided into item cards and ability cards. Item cards cannot be extracted, but ability cards can be copied and extracted freely.
Ability cards refer to a person's skills and abilities. Common skills such as English basics and car driving are all white cards. Those who have reached a certain level of professional proficiency, such as English proficiency and pistol proficiency, have become green cards.
"Green ability cards can also be drawn, but the drawing time is longer than the white one..." Kyle was still trying to figure out the card-drawing ability when Steve suddenly patted his shoulder as a reminder and led him to a room.
"Report to the commander! Soldier Steve, I have brought Kyle here."
"Uh, Soldier Kyle, report in!"
Kyle followed Steve, and the two stood at the door of the office and saluted in a standard military posture.
"Come in!" With a majestic and calm voice, the two walked into the office side by side. The inside was also simple and tidy in the style of a military camp, with an office desk in the middle.
A middle-aged man in an officer's uniform was sitting in the office chair. He seemed to be Chief Brandt. In addition, a female agent in a small skirted military uniform was standing next to the desk, holding a document.
"Soldier, how are you?" Commander Brandt looked at Kyle coldly. Kyle immediately replied, "Sir, I am fully recovered and can continue training immediately."
"Oh?" Commander Brandt frowned and said calmly, "There's no need for training. You can go back and pack your things. Someone will take you home tomorrow morning."
Steve's face changed slightly. This sentence was undoubtedly a death sentence for Kyle's career as a soldier.
The female agent said nothing, just lowered her head and wrote something on the document.
Only Kyle, the person involved, looked calm, as if he was not the one being talked about. He said calmly, "Sir, I insist on staying and continuing my training as a soldier."
Commander Brandt snorted coldly, "Training? What kind of training are you talking about? He got heat stroke and fainted on the first day. His willpower is so poor. He is a disgrace to our American military!"
"Tell me, what qualifications and abilities do you have as a soldier defending your country?" At this point, Commander Brandt glanced at Steve, obviously scolding him as well.
Facing the doubt, Kyle took a deep breath, took a step forward, and answered confidently: "Give me a chance, and I will show my ability and qualifications to the superior."
With just one step, Kyle stepped within three meters of Commander Brandt. With his mind focused, more than thirty white and green cards appeared in his field of vision.
Wow, he is worthy of being an officer in charge of training new recruits. He has nine green cards alone!
[Pistol proficiency], [Rifle proficiency], [Military auxiliary equipment proficiency], [Military boxing and fighting proficiency], [Soldier training and coaching proficiency]...
"You're so arrogant. Tell me, how do you want to show it?" Commander Brandt sneered. If a talented person says this, it can be understood as confidence, but if a person without talent says this, it is conceited.
What kind of talent does a recruit who fainted from heatstroke while running on the first day of training have
The female agent next to the desk also shook her head secretly. Her impression of Kyle was getting worse. Although the soldier in front of her could be ranked in the top three in the entire training camp in terms of appearance, his willpower and self-awareness were not even comparable to Steve's.
"If you don't believe me, sir, why don't you compete with me, a soldier?" After looking at the card of Commander Brandt, Kyle felt more confident and said calmly, "If I win, I will continue to stay in the barracks. If I lose, don't bother to expel me, sir. I will pack my bags and leave on my own."
"Competition? Just you? You don't want to play cards or flip a coin or something." Officer Brandt looked at him as if he was an idiot.
"Of course not. I want to compete with Captain Brandt on my ability as a soldier!" Kyle said after taking a deep breath.
"That's enough! Soldier, don't be so presumptuous!" Officer Brandt slammed the table and stood up, saying angrily: "What qualifications do you have to compete with me? You are humiliating the officers. I can file a complaint against you in the military court!"
Kyle knew he had no way out, so he could only insist, "Of course I didn't mean to insult the commander. I was serious and wanted to take this opportunity to show off my talents as a soldier."
"You!" Officer Brandt was about to say something when the female agent next to him interrupted and asked, "Soldier, what do you want to compete with Officer Brandt?"
"It's just a competition of shooting skills. Any gun will do." Kyle answered firmly.
The female agent stared at Kyle with her beautiful eyes, as if she wanted to find something from his face. Finally, she said, "I think we can give him a chance," and returned to her original silence.
"You want to compete with me in shooting skills? I wonder if you are too confident or you are giving up on yourself." Officer Brandt sneered, sat back in his chair in silence, and said, "Then I will make you go home convinced. At 5 pm, at the shooting range, we will compete with the 50-meter rifle target."
"Okay." Kyle breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was as expected. His attention was now focused on the female agent.
If I can get through to you, sir, this female agent seems to be quite important. Let's see if she has any ability cards that can be used next.
Kyle did what he wanted to do, and his thoughts immediately fell on the female agent. The next moment, he was almost stunned.
More than seventy ability cards, far exceeding the thirty or so cards her superior had, appeared on the female agent's body. The white and green cards intersected together, almost covering up her entire mature and slender body.
[Mastery of Psychology], [Mastery of Medical Rescue], [Mastery of Morse Code], [Mastery of Assassination], [Mastery of True Rifle], [Mastery of Etiquette]...
There are no less than twenty green ability cards alone!
And among them, there is a card that is even darker green than the ordinary green card, dazzling...
"Since this is a bet, can we let this agent witness it? It would be best if there is paper proof." Kyle suggested with a smile. He certainly wasn't trying to strike up a conversation at this juncture.
It takes three minutes to draw a green ability card, and the distance of drawing must be within one meter to be effective.
However, his confident look silenced everyone in the office, including Steve.
Chapter 3: Gunfight
On the first day of camp, the new recruits challenged their officers’ shooting skills!
This information was like throwing a high-explosive grenade into a pool of water, shaking the entire training base and causing huge waves.
Moreover, the recruit fainted from heatstroke while running, and the officer was a professional training officer at the captain level. The contrast caused an earthquake-like sensation in the base.
Both the soldiers and the other officers were stunned when they heard about the competition, and then they couldn't help but feel sorry for the soldier.
"Who else could you offend, but Commander Brandt? I heard that commander once won the top three in the military shooting competition."
"Isn't that new recruit crazy?"
"You've given up on yourself. You're going to be embarrassed at home."
No matter what, this was something that the gossipers would love to see and hear, and at nearly five o'clock, almost everyone in the entire training base headed towards the shooting range, hoping to catch a glimpse of the ugly appearance of the soldier named Kyle.
"Kyle, you're too impulsive." Steve sighed repeatedly, "You rarely even use your gun, how can your shooting skills compare to those of your officers who have been in the army for a long time? If you go back and apologize to Officer Brandt now, maybe you can..."
"Don't worry, after this competition, no one here will look down on us anymore." Kyle was calm and didn't show any nervousness at all.
This was because he had already drawn the ability card that could determine victory in this match!
Training base, wilderness shooting range.