On the first day of joining the camp, the new recruit challehe anding officer to a marksmanship petition!

  This message was like throwing a high-explosive greo a pool, causing a wave of shod astonishment throughout the training base.

  What's more, the new recruit colpsed from heatstroke while running, and the officer rofessional training officer of a higher rank. This trast caused a seismisation in the base.

  Whether it was the soldiers or the other officers, upon hearing about this petition, they were all stunned and couldn't help but feel sorry for the new soldier.

  "Why the hell did that guy piss off Officer Brandt? I heard that officer used to participate in shooting petitions and he even won bronze medals some national tours."

  "Is that new recruit out of his mind?"

  "He's giving up on himself. He's going to embarrass himself thhly this time."

  heless, this was something that the gossipmongers loved to see and hear. Ihan five minutes, almost everyone iraining base headed towards the shooting range, hoping to withe disgraceful performance of the soldier named Kyle.

  "Kyle, you're too impulsive," Steve sighed repeatedly as he spoke. "You hardly even use a gun. How your marksmanship pare to an officer who has been in the military for a long time? Go bad apologize to Officer Brandt. Maybe you ..."

  "Don't worry, after this petition, no one here will look down on us anymore." Kyle remained calm, not showing any trace of nervousness on his face.

  The reason why he wasn't nervous was because he had already obtained an Ability Card that would ensure his victory in this match!

  Training Base, Open Shooting Range.

  The viewing ptform of the shooting range was already crowded with soldiers wearing military uniforms as. Many officers in military uniforms were also present to watch the spectacle.

  Officer Brandt took his position aed his gun first, while Agent Carter persistently held her file book nearby. When Brandt saw Steve and Kyle entering the se, he waved his arm toward the various firearms arranged oable and said, "Here are all the rifles used by the U.S. military. Choose one for yourself."

  Kyle nodded but didn't walk toward the table. Instead, he approached Agent Carter with a smile and asked, "Agent Carter, what kind of gun do you use? you lend it to me for a moment?"

  Agent Carter looked up. Uhe bright sunlight, her exquisitely beautiful face, red lips, and fair skin exuded a captivating charm.

  It was only after leaving the officer's office that Kyle learhe name of the female agent from Steve's mouth— Peggy Carter. She was even more beautiful and captivating than the character portrayed in the movies.

  "Of course, but are you sure you want to use it in this petition?" Agent Carter said coldly while taking out her personal gun, which was a bd exquisite pistol.

  "Soldier, are you joking? You want to pete with my rifle using a pistol?" Officer Brandt's face filled with anger as he spoke.

  paring the precision of a pistol to that of a rifle, even at a fifty-meter target?

  "Please let me borrow it for a moment," Kyle firmed as he received the specialized pistol from Carter Sde. The exquisite pistol seemed tailor-made for women, surpassing the craftsmanship of the rifles oable.

  The pistol's barrel shimmered with a chilling light in the sunlight, indig that it was undoubtedly a lethal on.

  "Nice gun," Kyle plimented as he started to hahe pistol in his hand.

  "We'll settle it with three shots. o waste more bullets on you," Officer Brandt said while he released the safety of his rifle and stepped onto the firing ptform.

  "Three shots it is. Sir, please take the first shot," Kyle said with a smile, making a gentlemanly gesture.

  "You really are quite arrogant, let me show you what marksmanship looks like," Officer Brandt replied before he swiftly aimed his rifle, took a few seds to align his sights, and then fired three shots at the target fifty meters away from him.

  After finishing the shots, he stood up with a satisfied expression on his face. Hitting the fifty-meter target with a rifle was basid with his over twenty years of shooting experien the military, it was effortless for him.

  Soon, the instructor reported the target results, "Officer Brandt, two shots in the bullseye, one shot in the inner circle, a total of twenty-nine points!"

  Twenty-nine points, nearly a perfect score!

  The soldiers watg at the shooting range excimed in surprise, and Officer Brandt felt satisfied. However, he maintained a serious expression on his fad shook his head, saying, "I'll admit that I am not in my best form. Otherwise, thirty points would be easy."

  "Well deserved for Rifle Mastery," Kyle shrugged as he silently thought in his mind and walked towards the firing ptform.

  In his previous life, he lived in a peaceful era and had never even touched a pistol, let alorained with one. But now, holding an Ability Card reted to pistol mastery, as he held the pistol, an unpreted sense of familiarity arose within his heart.

  Looking at the distant target, Kyle's movements were ly fluid, but he still raised his arm and, ihan half a sed, aimed and fired three secutive shots!

  "It looks quite ving," Officer Brandt shook his head. Fifty meters was already a long distance for a pistol, and hitting the target posed a difficulty level much higher than with a rifle.

  To win, all three shots had to hit the bullseye, a probability close to zero for a rookie soldier.

  As expected, the instructor examihe fifty-meter target for quite some time before loudly announg, "Soldier Kyle, three shots missed, the score is 0."

  Silence fell upon the shooting range, followed by uproarious ughter from the audience.

  Officer Brandt was also stunned. He thought Kyle was brimming with fidend, even if he couldn't defeat him, he would at least hit the target. But all three shots were missed.

  "This was a waste of time, a plete and utter waste of time. Kyle, pack up your things a lost," Officer Brandt mocked as he spoke. But at that moment, Kyle, who was still on the firing ptform, suddenly shouted, "Instructor, please check the one-hundred-meter target."

  "One-hundred-meter target? What else do you want to do? Haven't you pyed enough jokes?" Officer Brandt couldn't hold bay longer. Holding his rifle, he angrily approached Kyle, his face turning pale with rage, and the barrel almost toug Kyle's head. "Do you believe I'll shoot yht now?"

  Kyle spoke with a calm expression on his face, "Before you shoot me, you wait for the instructor to report the results of the one-hundred-meter target?"

  "Are you crazy? Do you really wao shoot you?" Officer Brandt angrily retorted. Just then, the hurried voice of the instructor rep the one-hundred-meter target results sounded from a distance:

  "R-rep, Soldier Kyle, one-hundred-meter target, three shots bullseye, thirty points!"

  The one-hundred-meter target, three shots bullseye!

  The shooting range, which reviously filled with ughter, fell silent once again. Both the soldiers on the field and the officers wore expressions of astonishment.

  Officer Brandt, in particur, had an incredulous look on his face. He double-checked with the instructor and, ohe instructor firmed the results, he awkwardly set down his rifle.

  "With this oute, I have won this petition. Sir, I will tiraining at the base," Kyle said while feelily relieved inside. He had narrowly avoided having a gun poi his head, and that was no joking matter.

  However, he had won. It was a close call, but it was enough.

  Without waiting for Officer Brandt's response, Kyle left the firing ptform and walked towards Agent Carter, returning the special trait pistol to her.

  Agent Carter looked at him in astonishment and excimed, "I didn't expect you to achieve such a level with a pistol."

  "With the range of this special trait pistol, you do the same," Kyle replied with a smile.

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

  "I guessed. But today, you were my luck of victory. ime, I will properly thank you when I have the ce," Kyle said before he turned ahe shooting range, leaving a bewildered Carter and a mentally absent Officer Brandt behind.

  Outside the shooting raeve saw Kyle ing out and ran iving him a hug. "Kyle, you scared me!"

  "e on, don't be so gy. I'm straight," Kyle said, but even as he spoke, he kept his hand on Steve's slender shoulder after the hug.

  "I didn't expect you to be so skilled with a gun. Teach me sometime," Steve said happily.

  "Naturally, we're in this together. Let's go grab a meal."

  The two of them walked shoulder to shoulder toward the cafeteria. As the soldiers watched them leave, appuse erupted from the audieands, initiated by someone, and soon thuhroughout the area.

  The new recruits who previously mocked and tauhem in the dormitory hung their heads in shame.

  Pistol Hitting the bullseye at one hundred meters, surpassing the rifle at fifty meters! Sucredible marksmanship deserved the appuse and respect of everyone in the military camp.

  "The army's food is quite nutritious, but the taste is still not that great," Kyle said as he returo the barracks to rest after dinner. After the impressive bet, the attitudes of the recruits in the dormitory underwent a plete one-hundred-eighty-degree transformation.

  As Steve put it, those who used to ighem were now desperate to befriend them, and those who used to bully them were now timidly trying to make amends.

  This was the deterrent power of strength and talent.

  Having ehe veniend bes of extrag ability cards, Kyle grew even more fond of the feeling of stant self-improvement and enha.

  With nearly twenty people in the dormitory, he was like a dry sponge, stantly extrag various types of cards from his surroundings without discrimination.

  However, these soldiers were still young recruits, and even if they had cards, most of them were limited to White Cards, with very few Green Cards. And among the Green Cards, there were very few that had practical value.

  Agent Carter was still the best. When would he be able to extract all those twenty-plus Green Cards from her?

  Kyle, who had finished colleg the cards, leaned ba his bed, lost in thought. Suddenly, Steve approached and curiously asked, "Kyle, what are you thinking about?"

  Still in a daze, Kyle blurted out, "I'm thinking about Agent Carter."

  "Ah, Agent Carter." As soon as Steve heard the name, his face stiffened.

  "You like Agent Carter, don't you?" Kyle chuckled and reassured him, "Don't worry, I won't steal the woman you're ied in."

  "You really won't?" Steve's face showed a mix of gratitude and disappoi. "I better not try. I'm not worthy of someone like her."

  "Don't uimate yourself, Steve. Believe in your abilities and future." Kyle patted Steve's shoulder, giving him an encialk. "If you want to pursue that woman, maintain your determination and drive, tap into your potential. I don't want to see a battlefield without you by my side."

  After all, you are Captain America! In this Marvel World War II era, you're defihe main character.

  "Thank you, Kyle." Steve nodded firmly and stepped back from the bed.

  You go ahead and strive to bee stronger. Although I have the ability to extract cards, I'll always be right there at the forefront with you.

  Kyle watched Steve's figure aurned his thoughts to the Ability Cards he had collected.

  Setting aside the numerous White Ability Cards c various fields, he currently possessed only five Green Cards.

  [Rifle Mastery]

  [English Proficy]

  [Military Boxing Mastery]

  [Psyastery]

  [True Pistol Proficy]

  Among them, [True Pistol Proficy] outshohe other freen Cards.

  [True Pistol Proficy]: Mastery of near-perfect pistol skills. Rare Green Ability Card.

  This was the highest-value Ability Card Kyle had extracted from Agent Carter. With this rare card, he could easily defeat an officer with Rifle Mastery.

  Otherwise, the gambling match between Kyle and the officer, both wielding rifle mastery, would have been a fifty-fifty ce.

  "Green Rare Card > Green Card > White Card."

  "Green Ability Cards are harder to e by than White Cards, and the requirements for extra, be it distance or timing, are much higher."

  "For now, there's o go into battle, so the reen Cards aren't of much use. What I need most nreen Ability Cards that enhance physical abilities!"

  Kyle pondered. His inal physical dition was weak, which was why he had colpsed from heatstroke on the first day. To adapt to the high-iy training in the military camp, he o ge his physical dition.

  Directly extrag abilities reted to physical fitness from others, such as the [Military Boxing Mastery] Green Card, [Running Expertise] White Card, or [Swimming Expertise] White Card, would ily improve his physical fitness.

  Unfortunately, the boost provided by White Ability Cards was minimal, while the physical enhas from Green Ability Cards were signifit.

  "Tomorrow, I'll tinue searg for Ability Cards and I'll focus on green Ability Cards that enhance physical abilities."

  Kyle's eyes sparkled with excitement as he thought of this. Everyo the military training base would be his prey!

  (End of Chapter)