I Am In Marvel Chapter 3: Marksmanship competition

On the first day of entering the camp, the new recruits challenged the commander’s marksmanship!

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

Moreover, the recruit fainted from heat stroke while running, while the officer was a captain-level professional training officer. This contrast caused an earthquake-like sensation in the base.

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

"It's not good to offend anyone. Chief Brandt. I heard that the officer had won the top three in a military shooting competition before."

"Isn't the recruit crazy?"

"Just give up on yourself, now you will be embarrassed and embarrassed."

No matter what, this is something that good people like to see. Before nearly five o'clock, almost everyone in the training base went to the shooting range, hoping to see the ugly soldier named Kyle. .

"Kyle, you are too impulsive." Steve sighed repeatedly, "You don't even use guns. How can your marksmanship be better than that of a commander who has been in the army for a long time? Now go back and apologize to Commander Brandt, maybe Still..."

"Don't worry, after this bet, no one here will look down on us." Old God Kyle didn't show even the slightest bit of nervousness in his presence.

Because, he has already drawn the card that can win this game!

Training base shooting range.

The audience platform at the shooting range was already densely packed with soldiers in military green uniforms and iron helmets. Many officers in military uniforms were also present to watch the fun.

Chief Brandt took the first step to test the gun, while the female agent was still holding on to her file book. After seeing Steve and Kyle entering, Chief Brandt waved his arm towards the various ordnances lined up on the table: "Here are all the rifles used by the US military. Pick one for yourself."

Kyle nodded, but did not go to the table. Instead, he approached the female agent and said with a smile: "I wonder what kind of gun Agent Carter used. Can you lend it to me for the competition?"

Agent Carter raised his head. Under the sun, the European and American’s delicate and beautiful faces and red lips glowed with full charm.

It was only after Kyle left the chief's office that Steve learned the name of the female agent in front of him - Carter, who was more beautiful and moving than what he had seen in the movie.

"Of course. But are you sure you want to use it in the competition?" Carter said coolly while taking out the gun she carried with her. It was a delicate pistol.

"Soldier Kyle, are you kidding? Are you going to compete with my rifle with a pistol?" Commander Brandt next to him had anger on his face.

Even if it is only a fifty-meter target, how accurate is the pistol compared to the rifle?

"Just lend it to me." Kyle confirmed and took the pistol from Carter. The exquisite pistol seemed to be tailor-made for women, but the gun body shone coldly in the sun. There was no doubt that it was a A hot weapon that can kill people.

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

"Three shots will determine the outcome. There is no need to waste the bullets of the national army on you." Chief Brandt said, pulling the safety of the rifle in his hand and walking onto the shooting stand.

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

"Young man living in a greenhouse, let me show you what marksmanship is."

Chief Brandt moved quickly. He quickly held the lower end of the gun. After a few seconds of aiming, he fired three shots at the target fifty meters away.

After shooting, he stood up with satisfaction. Shooting a fifty-meter target with a rifle is the basics. With more than 20 years of shooting experience in the army, it is completely effortless.

Soon, the trainer reported back the results of the target shooting: "Sir Brandt. On the 50-meter target, two shots hit the bullseye, and one shot was inside the bullseye, a total of twenty-nine points!"

Twenty-nine points, almost a perfect score!

The onlookers on the shooting range exclaimed. Chief Brandt was satisfied, but his expression remained serious. He shook his head and said, "The condition is not good, otherwise thirty points would be easy."

"As expected of being proficient in rifles." Kyle shrugged and walked to the shooting stand.

He lived in a peaceful era in his previous life. Not to mention practicing with a pistol, he had never even touched one. But at this time, I was holding cards related to pistol mastering skills, and with the pistol in my hand, an unprecedented sense of familiarity arose.

Looking at the target in the distance, Kyle's movements could not be said to be smooth, but he still raised his arm, and in less than half a second, he aimed and fired, three consecutive shots!

"It looks quite similar." Chief Brandt shook his head. Fifty meters is already a long-range target for a pistol, and it is more difficult to hit than a rifle.

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

Sure enough, the trainer checked the fifty-meter target for a long time, and then reported loudly: "Soldier Kyle. The fifty-meter target, three shots were all empty, and the score is 0."

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

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

"A farce, a farce. Kyle, pack your things and get out." Chief Brandt shook his head mockingly, but Kyle, who was still standing on the shooting platform, suddenly shouted: "Trainer, please Check the one-hundred-meter target."

"100-meter target? What else do you want to do? Haven't you joked enough?!" Chief Brandt finally couldn't bear it anymore and stepped forward with his rifle in hand. His face turned livid with anger, and the muzzle of the gun was directly pointed at him. On Kyle's head, "Believe it or not, I will kill you with one shot!"

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

"Are you crazy? Do you really want me to kill you?!" Chief Brandt put his finger on the trigger. At this moment, the trainer's hurried report sounded from a hundred meters away:

"Report, report, Soldier Kyle, 100-meter target, three shots hit the bullseye, thirty points!"

Three shots hit the 100-meter target!

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

Chief 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 his hand.

"In this way, I won the bet. Sir, I will continue to stay at the base for training." Kyle also secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It felt like being put to the head with a gun. Kidding.

However, he won. A near miss is enough.

Without waiting for Chief Brandt to respond, Kyle walked away from the shooting stand, walked towards Agent Carter, and handed back the pistol in his hand to her.

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

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

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

"Guess. But today, you are my goddess of victory. Next time I have a chance, I will definitely thank you." After Kyle said that, he turned and left the shooting range, leaving Carter standing there confused. And Chief Brandt, who was 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 arrogant, I'm straight." That's what Kyle said, but actually he put his hand on Steve's thin shoulder after the hug.

"I didn't expect your marksmanship to be so good. Please teach me about it in the future." Steve said happily.

"Of course, whoever follows the other, let's go have dinner."

The two walked to the cafeteria shoulder to shoulder, watching them leave. Someone in the audience at the shooting range took the lead, and thunderous applause soon broke out.

The recruits in the same dormitory who were originally sarcastic also lowered their heads in shame.

The 100-meter pistol target versus the 50-meter rifle target, a complete victory! Such a sharpshooter's shooting prowess deserves applause and respect from everyone in the military camp.

"The food in the army is nutritious, but the taste is still not very good." After eating, Kyle returned to the military camp dormitory to rest. After this blockbuster bet, the attitude of the recruits in the same dormitory changed. A 180-degree change.

In Steve's words, those who used to be indifferent to them are now eager to kiss them and beg to be their friends. Those who used to bully and tease them are now keeping their tail between their legs.

This is the deterrent of strength and talent.

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

There are nearly twenty people in a dormitory. He is like a dry sponge, and he begins to continuously extract the abilities of various cards around him, accepting all comers.

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

It's better to have Agent Carter. When will all the twenty-plus green cards be drawn?

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

Kyle, who was still in a fugue, blurted out: "I miss Agent Carter."

"Ah, Agent Carter." When Steve heard the name, his face suddenly froze.

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

"You really are." Steve's face showed moved emotion, but he quickly lost it. "I'd better forget it. I don't deserve to have a woman like her."

"Don't underestimate yourself, Steve. You have to believe in your own talents and future." Kyle patted Steve on the shoulder and encouraged him like he was drinking chicken soup: "I want to If you want to pursue that woman, keep your will and drive, and tap into your potential. I don’t want you to be by my side on the battlefield in the future.”

After all, you are Captain America! In this World War II era of Marvel, he is simply a proper protagonist.

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

Just work hard and become stronger. Although, with the ability to draw cards, I will always be at the forefront of you.

Kyle watched Steve's figure and his thoughts returned to the ability cards he had collected.

Except for the hundreds of white ability cards covering all fields ~IndoMTL.com~ he currently holds only five green cards.

【Rifle Mastery】

【English proficiency】

【Mastery of Military Boxing】

【Psychology Mastery】

【True Pistol Mastery】

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

[True Pistol Mastery]: Proficient in near-perfect pistol skills. Green rare ability card.

This is the most valuable ability card that Kyle extracted from Carter. With this rare card, he can easily defeat the commander who is proficient in rifles.

Otherwise, Kyle and the commander's gamble would only be a 50-50 one with mastery of rifle skills.

"Green rare card﹥green card﹥white card."

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

"There is no need to go to the battlefield yet, and the other green cards are of little use. What I need most now are green ability cards that can enhance physical fitness!"

Kyle secretly thought that his original physical condition was very poor, otherwise he would not have collapsed from heatstroke on the first day. If you want to adapt to the high-intensity training in your military camp, you must change your physique.

And directly extracting other people's abilities related to physical fitness, such as [Military Boxing Mastery] green card, [Running Specialty] white card, [Swimming Specialty] white card, etc., you can improve your own physical fitness in disguise by drawing and holding them. .

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

"Tomorrow, we will continue to look for ability cards. The focus will be on the physical green ability cards."

Kyle's eyes flashed green, and the talents in the entire military training base were his hunting targets!