On the first day of entering the camp, the recruits challenged the commander's shooting skills!

This message was like throwing a high-explosion grenade into a pool, shaking the entire training base.

Moreover, the recruit still fainted from heatstroke while running, and the commander was a professional training officer at the captain level. This contrast caused the base to be like an earthquake.

Both the soldiers and the other officers were stunned when they heard the bet for the game, and then they couldn't help but feel sorry for the soldier.

"It's better to offend anyone, offend Chief Brandt. I heard that the chief won the top three in the military shooting competition in the past."

"Then the recruits are crazy, aren't they?"

"I'll give up on myself, I'll be embarrassed now and I'll be home."

In any case, this is something that enthusiasts like to hear. In the near five o'clock, almost everyone in the entire training base went to the shooting range, hoping to see the ugly appearance of the soldier named Kyle.

"Kyle, you're too impulsive." Steve sighed repeatedly, "You can use less guns. How can you compare to the commander who has been in the army for a long time? Now when you go back and apologize to Commander Brandt, maybe you can..."

"Don't worry, after this bet, no one here looks down on us." Old Kyle was still there, and there was no feeling of tension.

Because, he has already drawn the cards that can master the victory of this game!

Training base shooting range.

On the audience platform of the shooting range, soldiers in military green uniforms and iron helmets were already densely packed with soldiers, and many officers wearing military uniforms were also present to watch the fun.

Commander Brandt took the position to test the gun first, and the female agent was still obsessed with the archives. After seeing Steve bringing Kyle into the venue, Commander Brandt waved his arm on the various armies lined up on the table: "There are all the rifles used by the US military here, you can choose one yourself."

Kyle nodded, but did not walk towards the table, but approached the female agent and smiled: "I don't know what gun Agent Carter uses, can you lend it to me for a competition?"

Agent Carter raised his head. In the sun, the exquisite and beautiful faces and red lips of Europeans and Americans all showed full charm.

It was only after Kyle left the chief's office that he knew the name of the female agent in front of him, Carter, from Steve, that was more beautiful and charming than what he saw in the movie.

"Of course. But are you sure you want to use it in the game?" Carter said coldly, taking out the gun she carried with her, which was a delicate pistol.

"Soldier Kyle, are you kidding? You want to compare your pistol with my rifle?" Chief Brandt next to him was angry.

Even if it is only a fifty-meter target, is the accuracy of the pistol and the rifle?

"Let me lend it." Kyle confirmed to take the pistol from Carter's hand. The exquisite pistol seemed to be tailor-made for women, but the gun body shone with a cold light in the sun, and it was undoubtedly a hot weapon that could kill people.

"Good gun." Kyle praised and began to swing the pistol in his hand.

"Just decide the outcome with three shots, and you don't have to waste the bullets of the national army on you." Chief Brandt said, pulling the security of the rifle in his hand and walking onto the shooting platform.

"Three shots are three shots. Sir, please shoot first." Kyle said with a smile, and made a gentlemanly gesture to invite him.

"The young man living in a greenhouse will show you what marksmanship is."

Chief Brandt acted quickly and quickly held the lower end of the gun. After aiming for a few seconds, he shot three shots at the target fifty meters away.

After the shooting, he stood up with satisfaction. The rifle shot a fifty-meter target was the basis, and with more than 20 years of shooting experience in the army, it was completely unnecessary.

Soon, the trainer reported the results of the target's shooting: "Sir Brand. 50 meters of target, two shots hit the bull's eye, and one shot hit the inner circle of the bull's eye, totaling twenty-nine points!"

Twenty-nine points, almost full points!

The onlookers on the shooting range exclaimed. Chief Brandt was satisfied, but his expression remained serious. He shook his head and said, "It would be in poor condition, otherwise it would be easy for 30 minutes."

"It's worthy of being a master of rifle." Kyle shrugged and walked towards the shooting platform.

He lived in a peaceful era in his previous life. Not to mention practicing pistols, he never even touched them. But at this time, he held a card related to the skills of pistol mastering pistols, and the pistol was in his hand, and an unprecedented sense of familiarity arose.

Looking at the target in the distance, Kyle's movements were not smooth, but he raised his arm and aimed at the target in less than half a second, and shot three times in a row!

"It's quite like it." Chief Brandt shook his head. Fifty meters are already a long-range target for a pistol. It's more than one level that's more difficult to hit than a rifle.

If you want to win, you can only hit the bullseye with three shots. This chance is almost zero for a recruit.

Sure enough, the trainer checked the 50-meter target for a long time before he made a loud report: "Soldier Kyle. The 50-meter target has three shots empty, and the score is 0."

The shooting range was silent, and then the audience burst into laughter.

Chief Brandt was also shocked. He thought Kyle was full of confidence. Even if he couldn't win him, he would at least hit the target. Unexpectedly, all three shots were lost.

"Father, a farce. Kyle, hurry up and pack up and get out of here." Chief Brandt shook his head mockingly, but Kyle, who was still standing on the shooting table, suddenly shouted: "Trainer, please check the target for a hundred meters."

"Hundred-meter target? What else do you want to do? Isn't it enough to joke?!" Chief Brandt finally couldn't help it. He stepped forward with a rifle in his hand, and his face turned pale with anger. The muzzle was directly pressed against Kyle's head, "Believe it or not, I'll kill you with one shot!"

Kyle said calmly: "Before I collapse, can you wait for the trainer to report the 100-meter target score?"

"Are you crazy? I really want me to break you?" Chief Brand put his finger on the trigger. At this moment, the hurried report from the trainer a hundred meters away sounded:

"Report, report, Kyle soldier, a hundred-meter target, three shots hit the bull's-eye, thirty!"

A hundred-meter target, three shots hit all!

The shooting range, which was originally full of laughter, was silent again. The soldiers and even the commanders outside the field were stunned.

Chief Brandt showed an incredible expression of astonishment and asked the trainer again. After the trainer confirmed that it was correct, he put down the rifle in his hand blankly.

"In this way, I won the bet. Sir, I will continue to stay at the base for training." Kyle also breathed a sigh of relief and was pushed by someone with a gun on his head. This was not a joke.

However, the result was that he won. It was enough to be astonished as he was.

Without waiting for Chief Brandt to respond, Kyle left the shooting table in diameter, walked towards Agent Carter, and handed over the pistol in her hand.

Carter looked at him in surprise and sighed: "I didn't expect that you could do this with a pistol."

"You can do the same, too." Kyle responded with a smile.

"How do you know?" Carter couldn't help asking.

"I guess. But today, you are my goddess of victory. I will thank you very much next time I have the chance." After Kyle said that, he turned around and left the shooting range, leaving Carter standing there confused, and Chief Brandt who was also in a trance.

Outside the shooting range, Steve saw Kyle coming out, ran over and gave him a hug: "Kyle, you're scaring me to death!"

"Please, don't be so angry with gay, I'm straight." Kyle said that, but in fact, after the hug, he put his hand on Steve's thin shoulders.

"I didn't expect your shooting skills to be so powerful. I'll teach me how to do it in the future." Steve said happily.

"Naturally, let's have a meal with each other."

The two walked towards the cafeteria with their shoulders and watched them leave. Someone in the shooting range auditorium brought his head, and soon thunderous applause rang out.

The recruits in the dormitory who were originally mocking and sarcastic, also lowered their heads in shame.

The pistol 100-meter target vs. the rifle 50-meter target, which is a complete victory! Such a sharpshooter's shooting ability is worthy of applause and respect from everyone in the military camp.

"The army's meals are nutritious, but the taste is still not very good." After dinner, Kyle returned to the military camp dormitory to rest. After this shocking bet, the attitude of the recruits in the same dormitory changed 180 degrees.

In Steve's words, those who used to ignore them now want to ask for a friend with their faces. Those who bullied and fooled them before are now being a human being with their tails in between.

This is the deterrence of strength and talent.

After enjoying the convenience and benefits of drawing cards, Kyle fell in love with this feeling of constantly enriching and enhancing himself.

There are nearly twenty people in a dormitory. He is like a dry sponge, starting to continuously draw various card abilities around him, and everyone comes.

However, these soldiers are young recruits. Even if they have cards, most of them are limited to white cards, and there are very few green cards. Among the green cards, there are very few that are of practical value.

It's better for Agent Carter. When will all of those more than twenty green cards be drawn?

After collecting Kyle leaned on the bed and was thinking, Steve suddenly leaned on the bed and asked curiously: "Kyle, what are you thinking?"

Kyle, who was still in the storm, blurted out: "I miss Agent Carter."

"Ah, Agent Carter." Steve's face suddenly stiffened when he heard the name.

"You guy, like Agent Carter." Kyle smiled secretly and comforted him, "Don't worry, I won't steal the woman you like."

"You are really." A touching emotion appeared on Steve's face, but he soon fell down again. "I'd better forget it. I don't deserve a woman like her."

"Don't underestimate yourself, Steve. You must believe in your talents and future." Kyle patted Steve on the shoulder and encouraged him like chicken soup and blood: "If you want to pursue that woman, keep your will and motivation and explore your potential. I don't want you to be by your side in the future."

After all, you are Captain America! During this World War II period of Marvel, you were the absolute protagonist.

"Thank you, Kyle." Steve nodded vigorously before retreating from the bed.

Just work hard and become stronger. Although, I, who have the ability to draw cards, will always be ahead of you.

Kyle watched Steve's figure, and his thoughts returned to his ability cards.

Putting aside more than a hundred white ability cards that cover all areas, he now has only five green cards.

【Rifle Mastery】

【English Proficiency】

【Military Fist Proficiency】

【Psychological Proficiency】

【Real pistol mastery】

Among them, [Real Pistol Mastery] is far more dazzling than the other four green cards.

【Real Pistol Mastery】: Proficient in nearly perfect pistol skills. Green Rare Ability Card.

This is the most valuable ability card that Kyle drew from Carter. With this rare card, he could easily defeat the officer who is proficient in rifles.

Otherwise, if you master the skills of rifles, Kyle and his superiors would only be 50% gambling.

“Green Rare Card﹥Green Card﹥White Card.”

"Green ability cards are harder to encounter than white cards, and the requirements are much higher regardless of the draw distance or time."

"I don't have to go to the battlefield yet, and the other green cards are not very useful. Now, what I need most is a green ability card that can enhance physical fitness!"

Kyle thought to himself that his original body would be weak, otherwise he would not have fallen out of heatstroke on the first day. If you want to adapt to the high-intensity training in your military camp, you must change your physical condition.

Directly drawing talents and abilities related to physical fitness, such as [Military Body Fist Mastery] Green Card, [Running Specialty] White Card, [Swimming Specialty] White Card, etc., drawing and holding can improve your physical fitness in disguise.

Unfortunately, the increase in the white ability card is not large, and only the increase in the physical fitness given by the green ability card is significant.

"Tomorrow, continue to search for ability cards. The focus is on the green ability cards of physique."
Chapter completed!