Chapter 183

Steve is not good at speech. His self abasement makes him a little introverted, while Frey is not a talkative person. They just chat a little bit on the way.

I don't know why Steve can feel something dark from Frey. His new friend seems to have experienced a lot of things... Bad things.

People in the car were subconsciously avoiding Frey's eyes, as if he had an infectious disease.

They always look at Fred secretly when they are talking, and if Frey is looking at them, their voices will get smaller and smaller until they close their mouths tightly.

In this strange atmosphere, they arrived at the Caspian camp.

The Caspian camp is built in a forest with a large area. You can see that many people are running and training in it. However, according to the standard of the normal army, the number of people here is only one or two companies, and it seems empty everywhere.

"Click."

The fender behind the car was removed. Several soldiers were standing below. A sergeant was looking at them with serious eyes.

"GATT Dang, rocky! Harry ARP! Pack up Tam

Steve's face is confused, how can there be British troops in the United States? And Indian? There is no American English with Indian Accent...

he will not come to train himself in the future, will he? There is something wrong with communication.

Fortunately, after the "translation" of other soldiers, the people in the car finally understood the meaning. It turned out that it was to let the rookies get off the bus quickly.

Frey jumped out of the car first, and the others filed out in a loose row.

"Play, spit, though, Buddha... Eh?"

The Indian Sergeant holds the list in one hand and counts the number of people in the other hand. All of a sudden, his eyes become sharp. Why is there a person missing?

Then he looked into the carriage and found Hodge sitting in his seat with his head down like a mountain...

the Indian was on fire. Hodge didn't pay any attention to him!

It has long been said that the Americans are very unfriendly. They are not as friendly as the British nobles. Now, it is true!

I hate this kind of racist.

He dashed into the car. The curry he had for breakfast made him full of energy. He pulled out the stick from his waist and pointed it at Hodge's back.

What else can Hodge do with his coma? It's nothing more than being knocked to the ground.

The people in the car had turned away their eyes, and in Frey's cold eyes, they turned their heads and chatted or whistled into the sky.

Listen carefully, some people play Marseilles.

But the eyes of the soldiers who followed the Indian Sergeant were different. They looked at the Indian with admiration, as if they were telling something.

"Congratulations, sergeant. You killed."

Indian sergeant is also ignorant. Britain has been in the war for more than two years. He has also participated in dozens of battles, large and small. Even if he shoots hard in the battlefield, he has never hit any German.

The result is that today you just hit me with a stick. Is it open?

Wait a minute, the Americans seem to be allies...

the Indian Sergeant dropped his stick, touched Hodge's neck and breathed a sigh of relief. He had fainted.

And it seems to have passed out before you did it yourself.

Then there is only one truth... The other people in the car knocked him out!

Didn't think of it? American, the British Empire has a famous Sherlock Holmes, and he can read through the illustrations when he is 20 years old!

"Like who? Who seems to have done it

Seeing through the truth, the sergeant jumped out of the car and went to the front of a row of people, squinting at them one by one.

Of course, Steve was the first to be ruled out, which is impossible to see.

Frey took the initiative to come out, the task given to him from above has been completed. Although he does not understand what is special about this little man, the agent does not need to ask why.

"It's me."

The Indian officer looked at him, then at the crowd, and someone nodded desperately behind him, which seemed to be the case.

"You're tired of it. Are you good at fighting?"

"Of course." Frederick was looking ahead and answering calmly.

The sergeant circled around Frey, looking up and down, touching his beard and pulling at the turban on his head.

"Well, geese are getting tired of this, fromy..."

Frey turned to look at Steve, nodded slightly, followed the Indian, walked across the playground and disappeared into a barracks.

The other soldiers took Hodge to the infirmary, and then took them to the barracks on the other side of the playground, giving them cabinets and beds.

"There are your uniforms in the cupboard. Put them on tomorrow, assemble in the training ground at 7 a.m. and disband!"The soldier left with this sentence. Steve put down his luggage and went out to look for Frey at the first time. But Frey disappeared as if the world had evaporated.

He went back to the barracks to wait, but until Hodge came back, Frey did not come back.

Hodge didn't dare to provoke Steve. After all, when the black man came back could not be said. The black guy had a life in his hand, and his eyes made people feel scared.

Steve lay on the hard bed and fell asleep unconsciously. He was so tired that he didn't wake up until he was about to gather the next day.

They put on their military uniforms and waited on the playground. Steve was thinking that if the trainer was the Indian of yesterday, he would have to ask where Frey had gone.

After all, Frey did it for his own sake, and even if he had to be punished, he should have done it together.

But it's not the Indian he's waiting for.

"New recruits, stand at attention!" A clear voice sounded, a very beautiful and sexy tall woman in women's military uniform came into their view: "I'm agent Carter, I'm in charge of everything in your team."

"What's the matter with your accent? Queen Victoria? " Hodge grinned and crooked his mouth. When he saw a beautiful woman, he couldn't help but want to have some fun.

"Your name, soldier."

Peggy stopped and looked at him calmly. She saw so many self righteous men.

"Gilmore Hodge, your majesty."

He replied frivolously, moving his chin.

"Out of line, soldier Hodge." Peggy pointed in front of herself: "step forward with your right foot."

"Why, are we going to wrestle?" Hodge winked at her and leaned closer as she said: "I know a lot of postures that will make you happy."

However, before he could turn his head and show off his jokes to his teammates, Peggy Carter punched him in the face, making him unconscious.

Maybe it was the old injury of yesterday that triggered it again. Maybe it was agent Carter who was too strong. But Steve pressed his lips hard and didn't smile.

Hodge is such a cheap mouth that he was knocked out twice in two days.

Agent Carter

Then a jeep came up and an officer came down from it, shouting Peggy's name.

Peggy quickly turned to tidy her clothes and hair and saluted.

"Colonel Philip."

A white man in his fifties came up to the crowd with a great stride, and he went over the matter lightly.

"As soon as I got there, I was very happy to see you and me communicate with each other." He looked at Hodge foaming on the ground and felt a little sick: "medic! Take this man away and fix his mouth

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