The spectator stand at the shooting range was already densely packed with soldiers in green uniforms and iron helmets, and many officers in military uniforms were also there to watch the fun.
Officer Brandt was the first to test the gun, and the female agent was still holding the file book beside her. After seeing Steve and Kyle enter, Officer Brandt waved his arm at the various weapons on the table and said, "Here are all the rifles used by the US military. Pick one for yourself."
Kyle nodded, but did not walk towards the table. Instead, he approached the female agent and said with a smile: "I wonder what kind of gun Agent Carter uses. Can you lend it to me for a while?"
Agent Carter raised his head. In the bright sunshine, the delicate faces, red lips and fair skin of Europeans and Americans combined together exuded full charm.
It was only after leaving the chief's office that Kyle learned from Steve the name of the female agent in front of him - Carter, who was even more beautiful than she appeared in the movie.
"Of course. But are you sure you want to use it in the competition?" Agent Carter said coldly as she took out the gun she carried with her. It was a black, exquisite special pistol.
"Soldier, are you kidding me? You want to compare your pistol with my rifle?" Officer Brandt next to him was angry.
Even if it's just a 50-meter target, how can the accuracy of a pistol compare to that of a rifle
"Please lend it to me." Kyle took the special pistol from Carter with certainty. The exquisite pistol seemed to be tailor-made for women. Its handicraft-like texture far exceeded the craftsmanship level of the rifles on the table. The pistol body flashed a cold light in the sun. It was undoubtedly a hot weapon that could kill people.
"Nice gun." Kyle praised and began to swing the pistol in his hand.
"Three shots will decide the outcome. There's no need to waste the national army's bullets on you." Officer Brandt said as he pulled the safety of his rifle and walked up to the shooting platform.
"Three shots, then. Sir, please shoot first." Kyle said with a smile and made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation.
"You young man who lives in a greenhouse, let me show you what marksmanship is."
Officer Brandt moved quickly, lowering the gun and after a few seconds of aiming, he fired three shots at the target fifty meters away.
After finishing the shooting, he stood up with satisfaction. Shooting at a fifty-meter target with a rifle was already the basics, and with more than twenty years of shooting experience in the army, it was not difficult at all.
Soon, the trainer reported back the target shooting results: "Captain Brandt. 50-meter target, two shots hit the bull's eye, one shot inside the bull's eye, a total of 29 points!"
Twenty-nine points, almost full marks!
The soldiers watching at the shooting range exclaimed. Officer Brandt was satisfied, but his expression remained serious. He shook his head and said, "You are not in good condition, otherwise thirty points would be easy."
"As expected, you are an expert with rifles." Kyle shrugged and walked towards the shooting table.
He lived in a peaceful era in his previous life, and had never practiced with a pistol, let alone touched it. But now, holding the card related to the pistol mastery skills, with the pistol in hand, an unprecedented sense of familiarity arises spontaneously.
Looking at the target in the distance, Kyle's movements were not smooth, but he still raised his arm, aimed and fired in less than half a second, also three shots in a row!
"You're pretending pretty well." Commander Brandt shook his head. Fifty meters is already a long distance for a pistol, and it's much more difficult to hit a target than with a rifle.
If you want to win, you can only hit the bull's eye with three shots, and the probability of this happening to a rookie is almost zero.
Sure enough, the trainer checked the 50-meter target for a long time before reporting loudly: "Soldier Kyle. 50-meter target, three shots all missed, score 0."
There was silence at the shooting range, and then laughter broke out from the audience.
Officer Brandt was also stunned. He thought Kyle was full of confidence and that even if he couldn't beat him, he would at least hit the target. He didn't expect that all three shots missed.
"What a farce. Kyle, pack up and get out of here." Officer Brandt shook his head mockingly. But Kyle, who was still standing on the shooting platform, suddenly shouted, "Trainer, please check the 100-meter target."
"A hundred-meter target? What else do you want to do? Isn't it enough to joke around?" Commander Brandt couldn't help it anymore. He stepped forward with a rifle in his hand. His face turned ashen with anger. The muzzle of the gun almost pointed directly at Kyle's head. "Believe it or not, I can shoot you with one shot!"
Kyle said calmly, "Before you kill me, can you wait for the trainer to report the 100-meter target result?"
"Are you crazy? Do you really want me to kill you?!" Commander Brandt said angrily. At this moment, the trainer's hurried report sounded a hundred meters away:
"Report, Soldier Kyle, three shots at the 100-meter target, all hit the bull's eye, thirty points!"
Hundred-meter target, three shots all hit the target!
The shooting range, which was originally filled with laughter, fell silent again. The soldiers and even the officers outside the range were all stunned.
Commander Brandt showed an expression of incredible astonishment and asked the trainer again. After the trainer confirmed that it was correct, he put down the rifle in a daze.
"In this way, I win the competition. Sir, I will continue to stay in the base for training." Kyle also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He almost had a gun pointed at his head. This feeling was no joke.
But in the end, he won. It was a close call, but that was enough.
Without waiting for Officer Brandt's response, Kyle left the shooting range, walked towards Agent Carter, and returned the special pistol to her.
Carter looked at him in amazement and said with emotion: "I didn't expect that you could do this with a pistol."
"With the range of this special pistol, you can do the same." Kyle responded with a smile.
"How do you know?" Carter couldn't help asking.
"I guessed it. But today, you are my goddess of victory. I will thank you next time I have the chance." After Kyle finished speaking, he turned around and left the shooting range, leaving Carter standing there in confusion and Commander Brandt in a trance.
Outside the shooting range, when Steve saw Kyle coming out, he ran over and gave him a hug: "Kyle, you scared me to death!"
"Please don't be so gay, I'm straight." Kyle said this, but in reality he put his hands on Steve's thin shoulders after the hug.
"I didn't expect your shooting skills are so good. Please teach me well in the future." Steve said happily.
"Of course, let's go eat."
The two of them walked towards the cafeteria with their arms around each other's shoulders. As they watched them leave, someone in the audience seats at the shooting range took the lead and soon thunderous applause broke out.
The new recruits in the same dormitory, who had been sarcastic and mocking him, also lowered their heads in shame.
Pistol 100-meter target vs. rifle 50-meter target, a complete win! Such a sharpshooter's shooting ability deserves applause and respect from everyone in the barracks.
"The meals in the army are nutritious, but the taste is still not that good." After finishing his meal, Kyle returned to the barracks dormitory to rest. After this shocking bet, the attitudes of the new recruits in the same dormitory changed 180 degrees.
In Steve's words, those who used to ignore them now come to them and ask for friend status, and those who used to bully and tease them now behave themselves.
This is the deterrence of strength and talent.
After enjoying the convenience and benefits of drawing cards, Kyle fell even more in love with the feeling of constantly enriching and strengthening himself.
There were nearly twenty people in a dormitory. He was like a dry sponge, constantly drawing various card abilities from the surrounding area, accepting all of them.
However, these soldiers were all young recruits, and even if they had cards, most of them were limited to white cards, and there were very few green cards. And among the green cards, there were very few that had practical value.
Agent Carter is still the best. When will all the twenty-plus green cards be drawn
Kyle, who had finished collecting, was leaning on the bed thinking. Suddenly, Steve leaned on the bed and asked curiously, "Kyle, what are you thinking about?"
Kyle, who was still daydreaming, blurted out, "Thinking about Agent Carter."
"Ah, Agent Carter." Steve's face froze when he heard the name.
"You, you like Agent Carter, right?" Kyle laughed secretly and comforted him, "Don't worry, I won't steal the woman you like."
"You really are." Steve's face was touched, but he quickly lost it. "I'd better forget it. A woman like her is not worthy of me."