"Interesting." Kyle whispered softly, his eyes lighting up slightly as he looked at the young female medic on the ground.
"Interesting?" The young military doctor was stunned, and then she covered her slender calf with pitiful and aggrieved hand, where her fair skin was scratched and some blood was flowing out.
She took a deep breath timidly and said, "General Kyle, could you please take me to the ship's infirmary?"
Kyle didn't respond, but asked, "What's your name?"
"My name is... Shatana." The young military doctor said weakly.
"Satana." Kyle muttered, then quickly nodded with a smile and extended his hand.
Just when Shatana thought Kyle was going to help her up, Kyle waved to a navy soldier passing by not far away and said, "Come here and take this military doctor to the infirmary."
"Yes, General Kyle." The navy soldier quickly obeyed and stepped forward, helping Shatana away from the scene.
It was not until the two disappeared into the ship's corridor that a hint of coldness appeared on Kyle's face.
Soviet Union, Agent Red Room!
Last time, he took away the seriously injured Bucky who fell into the glacier and transformed him into the Winter Soldier in the future, which was fine. But now it's a three-nation alliance, do you still want to do something secretly? !
Chapter 59: Mission Objectives of the Red Room
Inside the commanding officer's exclusive office on a giant battleship.
"Kyle, I have brought you all the information on the military medical personnel you requested." Fury walked into the room with a stack of bound documents and placed them on the desk.
Kyle, who was sitting in the office chair, nodded grimly, took the documents and began to read them one by one.
Fury stood in front of the table, looking at Kyle with a puzzled look on his face, wondering, "I thought you had figured it out and wanted to take care of the affairs of the major general officer yourself - why, now you are so concerned about the military doctor on the battleship."
"I met a pretty interesting guy." Kyle responded casually, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he found the personal file he wanted to read among the documents he was flipping through.
On the personal file, there was a black and white headshot of the female military doctor I had just met, with a bright smile on her face.
Satana Caroline:
Female, age 16, height 165cm, weight 43kg.
Born in 1928, his home is located at B012, Atlanta, USA.
Current family status: Single, parents are local farm workers.
As a student of the Holy Orders Medical School, he applied through the school's volunteer service to support the front in January 1944 and became a member of the army's emergency medical team in February.
"Sixteen years old, just became a military doctor this month..." Kyle raised his eyebrows, threw the file in his hand on the table, and asked expressionlessly: "Can a minor who just became a military doctor this month go directly on a battleship to participate in a large-scale battle?"
"That's nothing surprising." Fury touched his bald head and replied, "During World War II, there were exceptions to everything. The military medical staff was not sufficient, so they often launched propaganda in some hospitals or schools to recruit volunteers. There were more than 150,000 American soldiers deployed in this battle, most of them were from the army, so each warship needed to be equipped with a team of military medical staff."
Kyle didn't say anything, tapping his fingers on the table, as if he was thinking about something.
Fury was also a smart man. He looked at the file and said solemnly, "Is there something wrong with this female medical staff?"
"There is a problem, but you don't have to worry about it. Leave it to me." Kyle said, and gave Fury a secret order.
"I understand." After listening, Fury nodded and left the office room as if he had received an order.
Kyle folded up the files on the table and put them in the drawer. A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. "I want to see what tricks the Soviet Union wants to play by sending an untrained agent."
At this time, in the battleship's medical room.
"Little Nana, I heard that you almost ran into Major General Kyle!?"
"Hey, is this true? Is Major General Kyle as cool and handsome as he is in the documentary?"
"Is this the point? Be careful and don't cause trouble for the general next time!"
Four young female nurses in white dresses were discussing actively, and as they talked, their faces turned pink.
After Shatana finished bandaging her slender calf, she sat on the single medical bed in the room, looking out at the blue sea from the round glass window beside her, in a daze and silence.
The first plan, the unexpected encounter, failed.
Recalling what had just happened, Satana clenched her hands slightly, and the joints turned a little white.
Oh my god! Is there anyone who treats a beautiful girl like a kitten like that? Normally, as a normal man, shouldn't you reach out and support her
Could it be that I'm not pretty enough
Satana subconsciously touched her own face. Ever since she entered the agent's red room, the organization had taught her to use any means necessary to achieve her goals. Of course, the temptation of beauty was one of the secret weapons exclusive to female agents.
No, I can't deny my outstanding appearance just because of one failure. The main reason for the failure is that the target person is not an ordinary normal man!
Shatana thought secretly, after all, the other party was an executioner with tens of thousands of enemy lives on his hands and a war demon in the eyes of the enemy country.
In fact, when the organization announced that the target of this test mission was American soldier Kyle, countless senior agents turned pale, fearing that they would be chosen.
Later, it was Shatana who took the initiative to take over this experimental task. If you want to know the reason, it can only be said that she had no choice.
Her first mission was to assassinate the leader of the ninja organization "Hand" instead of Kyle. Compared with the latter, the former mission was safer for her as a native American.
"Plan 1 has failed. We must find another opportunity to contact the target."
Just as Shatana was thinking this, a navy soldier suddenly rushed into the medical room in a panic.
"Major General Kyle may not be used to the environment here because he has never been on a ship before. He is a little unwell now—" Before the navy soldier finished speaking, several female military doctors in the medical room raised their hands high and said in unison: "I will go, please let me take care of him!"
Would a legendary hero who is all-powerful get seasick
Before Shatana could think too much, the navy soldier said with difficulty: "Major General Kyle said that he just met a military doctor named Shatana, just let her go. Who among you is Shatana? Come with me."
As soon as these words came out, Shatana was stunned, and the other female military doctors also focused their envious and jealous eyes on her.
The navy soldier urged, "You must be Shatana, hurry up and bring the medical kit with you."
"Oh, okay." Satana nodded after reacting, took a deep breath, and got off the medical bed with all her strength.
No matter what, this is the best opportunity to get close to the target!
The navy soldier led Shatana, who was carrying a medical kit, to the door of the office and knocked on it to report, "Major General Kyle, I have brought the military doctor here."
"Let her in." A young man's steady voice came from behind the door.
"Okay." The navy soldier said, opened the door and motioned for Shatana to go in by herself.
Shatana walked in slowly. As soon as she entered the office, the door behind her was closed by the navy soldier who was leaving.
She followed the line of sight and saw Kyle sitting in an office chair, resting his eyes with one hand on his forehead. His handsome face looked gloomy and uncertain, as if he was really sick.