Chapter 182: Agent Carter

　　 Steve is actually not good at speech. His years of low self-esteem made him a little bit introverted, and Fury was not a talkative person. The two only chatted occasionally along the way.
　　 I don’t know why, Steve can feel something dark from Fury, and his new friend seems to have experienced many things...bad things.
　　 The people in the carriage are subconsciously avoiding Fury's gaze, as if he had some infectious disease.
　　 When they talk, they always look at Fury secretly. If Fury is also watching them, their voices will get smaller and smaller until they close their mouths tightly.
　　 In this weird atmosphere, they arrived at Caspian Camp.
The Caspian Camp was built in a forest. The area is not small. You can see that many people are already running and training in it. But if you look at it by the standard of a normal army, there are only one or two companies here, and everything looks empty. of.
　　 "Click."
　　The baffle at the back of the car was removed, and a few soldiers stood below, and a sergeant was looking at them with a serious look.
　　 "Gate Dang, Rockies! Hari Apple! Pack Tan Mu!"
　　 Steve looked bewildered, why are there British troops in the United States? And still Indian? This American English with an Indian accent is no longer there...
　　 Will it not be him to train himself in the future? There is a problem with this communication.
　　 Fortunately, after the ‘translation’ of other soldiers, the people in the car finally understood the meaning, it turned out to be for the rookies to get off the car faster.
　　Fry jumped out of the car first, and the others filed out, out of a loose row.
　　 "Play, vomit, though, Buddha...huh?"
　　The Indian sergeant held the list in one hand and counted the number of people in the other. Suddenly his eyes became sharp. Why was one missing?
　　 Then he looked into the car and found Hodge sitting firmly in the seat, his head still as a mountain...
　　 The Indian flared up instantly, Hodge's performance didn't take him seriously!
　　 I have long heard that Americans are very unfriendly, and they are not as kind to Indians as the British aristocrats. Now I see it, it is true!
　　 I hate this kind of racial discrimination.
　　 He rushed into the car. The curry he had for breakfast today made him full of energy. He pulled out the wooden stick from his waist and turned towards Hodge's back.
　　 How could Hodge, who was in a coma, react? It's nothing more than being knocked to the ground.
　　 The people in the original carriage looked away one after another. In Ferry's cold eyes, they turned their heads and chatted, or whistled towards the sky.
　　 Listen carefully, some people play Marseillaise.
　　 But the eyes of the soldiers who followed the Indian sergeant were different. They looked at the Indians with admiration, as if they were telling something.
　　 "Congratulations, Sergeant, you killed someone."
　　 The Indian sergeant was also dumbfounded. The British had been in the war for more than two years. He had also participated in dozens of battles, large and small. Even if he shot desperately on the battlefield, he never hit any German.
　　 As a result, I just took a stick today. Is this opening?
　　 Wait, the Americans seem to be allies...
　　 The Indian sergeant dropped the stick, touched Hodge's neck, and breathed a sigh of relief. He had passed out.
　　 And it seems that I passed out before I did it myself.
　　 Then there is only one truth... the other people in the car stunned him!
　　 Didn’t expect it? Yankees, the British Empire has a masterpiece like Sherlock Holmes, and I can read through the illustrated version when I was 20 years old!
　　 "Like who? Like who did it?"
　　 The sergeant who saw through the truth jumped out of the car and walked in front of a row of people, squinting to observe them one by one.
　　 Of course, Steve was eliminated first, so it's impossible to look at it.
　　Fry took the initiative to walk out, and the task given to him had been completed. Although he didn't understand what was special about this little man, the agent didn't need to ask why.
"it's me."
　　 The Indian officer looked at him and then at the crowd. Someone quietly nodded desperately behind Fury, which seemed to be the case.
　　 "You are very tired, can you fight well?"
　　 "Of course." Fury stood looking straight ahead and answered calmly.
　　 The Indian sergeant circled Fury, looked him up and down, touched his beard, and pulled the turban around his head.
　　 "Okay, the geese are going to get tired of this, Fo Lou Mi..."
　　Fry turned his head to look at Steve, nodded slightly, and followed the Indians, passing through the playground, disappearing into a certain barracks.
　　 The other soldiers sent Hodge to the infirmary, and then took everyone to the barracks in the other direction of the playground, and gave them cabinets and beds.
　　 "There are your military uniforms in the cabinet, wear them tomorrow, gather at the training ground at 7 am, and disband!"
　　 Soldier dropped this sentence and left. Steve put down his luggage and went out to find Fury for the first time, but Fury disappeared as if the world had evaporated.
　　 He went back to the barracks and waited, but Fury did not come back until Hodge came back.
　　 Hodge didn't dare to provoke Steve anymore. After all, it's hard to say when the black guy will come back. The black guy seems to have died in his hands, and the look in his eyes makes people feel scared.
　　 Steve was lying on the hard board and fell asleep without knowing it. He was so tired that he didn't wake up until he was about to assemble the next day.
　　They put on military uniforms and waited on the playground. Steve was thinking that if the trainer was still the Indian yesterday, then he must ask where Fury had gone.
　　 After all, Fury used his hand to get ahead, and even if he was punished, he should be together.
　　 However, he was not waiting for an Indian.
"Recruits, stand at attention!" A clear voice sounded, and a very beautiful and tall woman in a lady's military uniform walked into their field of vision: "I am Agent Carter~EbookFREE.me~ I am in charge of everything in your team. "
　　 "What's the matter with your accent? Is it Queen Victorian?" Hodge smiled and crooked his mouth. He couldn't help but want to molest when he saw beautiful women.
　　 "Your name, soldier."
　　 Peggy stopped and looked at him calmly. She saw many such self-righteous men.
　　 "Gilmore Hodge, Your Majesty the Queen."
　　 he moved his chin and replied lightly.
　　 "Get out, soldier Hodge." Peggy pointed in front of him: "Take your right foot forward."
　　 "Why, are we going to fall?" Hodge winked at her and moved closer as she said: "I know a lot of poses, which will definitely make you cool."
　　 But before he turned his head to show off his joke to his teammates, Peggy Carter punched him in the face suddenly, making him unconscious.
　　 It may have triggered yesterday's old injury again, or it may have been Agent Carter's excessive force, but Steve pressed his lips hard and finally didn't laugh.
　　 This Hodge is so cheap that he was knocked out twice in two days.
　　 "Agent Carter!"
　　 Then a jeep approached, and an officer walked down from above, calling Peggy's name loudly.
　　 Peggy quickly turned around to arrange her clothes and hair, saluting all the people.
　　 "Colonel Philip."
　　 A white male who was in his fifties came over with great steps. He came to the crowd quickly and quickly. He flipped over the incident lightly.
"As soon as I arrived, I saw you and our candidate exchanging feelings. I'm very happy." He looked at Hodge, who was foaming on the ground, and felt a little sick: "Medical soldier! Take this person away and fix it. Click his mouth!"