Chapter 6 Ten years of work off the stage
After leaving the Pentagon, Paul looked at his watch, and it was only 10 a.m.
Well, things are going well, and there is nothing to prepare for the next time, just in time to go to the secret training ground...
Training!
Paul's secret training ground, located in an underground bomb shelter on the outskirts of Washington, has been abandoned, but the generator ventilation system is still working well and no one has ever arrived.
So, Paul got a bunch of training tools and made a drastic modification of the bomb shelter, which was specially used to practice the technique of teleportation.
'Whoosh! ''Whoosh! ''Whoosh! β
In the wide bomb shelter, hundreds of dummies stand upright, each holding a sharp blade in their hands and posing in a variety of positions, swinging the knife upright or slashing sideways.
Paul, on the other hand, constantly teleported and flashed between dummies, teleporting to the enemy's visual blind spot each time, slitting his throat and then teleporting to the next enemy's visual blind spot.
On several occasions, when it flashed, the face was attached to the sharp blade of the dummy, and the slightest deviation of an inch would break the phase.
But it's always a little bit worse.
Teleportation is a technical job.
In various film and television animations, there are many people who can teleport, but not every one of them can become a wave of wind and water.
The gap is nothing more than innate talent and acquired training.
The strong can instantly calculate the location and timing of the next ten teleportations according to the situation on the spot.
The weak, on the other hand, can only teleport themselves to the dung pit.
Talent or something, Paul has no comparison, and he doesn't know whether he is strong or not.
But!
In the five years he traveled, Paul had not missed a single day of exercise.
Whether on a purgatory-like battlefield or in a harsh training ground.
After ten years of work off the stage, it takes ten minutes to talk to the girl on stage, and Paul still understands this truth.
'Whoosh' 'Whoosh' 'Whoosh'
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[EXP +100]
[Distance LV3]: 49800
It was a full two hours before Paul finished his practice and returned to his suite in the Washington officers' quarters, where he lay down in the bathtub and enjoyed a hot bath.
It's the limit...
Well, Lao Tzu's teleportation, there are still two bottlenecks.
Paul summed it up in his heart.
First of all, it is not possible to teleport outside of view.
This is also the limitation of all teleporters, if you forcibly teleport to an unknown area outside of your field of vision, you are likely to teleport into a wall, or physically merge with the furniture in the teleportation location, becoming a table man, a chair man, or a toilet man.
It's better to die, or it's better to live than to die.
Although Paul also occasionally teleports outside of view, it is always to teleport to a height without any obstacles, or to a scene where he is very familiar with the interior layout.
Like your own home, like the colonel's office.
To solve this bottleneck, it is necessary to find a way to obtain a spider-like cross-visual perception ability, so that it can safely teleport within the sensing range.
In addition, Paul had a bottleneck.
His teleportation limit is tied to his stamina.
Each teleportation consumes the equivalent of jumping rope ten times, and if you teleport from Washington to Los Angeles continuously, it will be like running a marathon, lying down as a dog.
This bottleneck can only be solved by improving physical strength.
Well, after solving the problem of longevity, it is time to focus on solving these two bottlenecks.
But don't worry, you have to eat the meal one bite at a time.
Let's get the Holy Grail first.
Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, there was a 'click'.
The sound of the door lock being turned open came from the direction of the living room.
Paul smiled crookedly, "There's someone in the bathroom." β
"I know, I saw your jeep downstairs."
The voice, it was Donna's.
Well, it's the same Donna in the morning who warned Paul to maintain a normal colleague relationship.
Of course, there was nothing abnormal about Paul's relationship with her.
Donna only came to the officer's quarters every once in a while to help Paul sort out his clothes and sweep the floor, while Paul never took the other girls back to the officers' quarters so as not to be swept out by Donna.
Nothing else.
"I bought lunch and came back, you can continue to soak it first, and come out for lunch in 20 minutes." Donna continued.
When he heard that there was lunch, Paul was not very happy.
β... Lunch... Is there meat? β
"Broccoli, potatoes, and olives." Donna's voice had shifted from the living room to the kitchen, "What can you expect a vegan to cook meat for you?" β
Cut, it's not interesting.
Paul pouted, but decided to endure it out of the spirit of respecting the guest.
Twenty minutes later, Paul walked out of the bathroom in full clothes and saw that the table was already full of green, green, yellow and yellow vegetables, and even the pasta was mixed with spinach sauce.
Donna sat at the table, putting salad on Paul's plate.
Reluctantly, Paul sat down across from Donna and picked up a piece of cabbage and stuffed it into his mouth.
After the three of them went down, he decided to have a showdown.
"Anyway, what do you want me to help with? I'll go straight to the steakhouse when I'm done with you. β
Donna raised an eyebrow: "You're so sure I'm looking for you?" β
"It's not uncommon for you to help me do my laundry and clean the house, but as long as it's cooking, I'll definitely throw out something to help me at the end."
The first time was when a man violently pursued Donna, and Donna asked Paul to pretend to be her boyfriend and make the man die.
The second time, it was the man who still didn't give up, and Donna asked Paul to find him with a cart of sergeants, which completely made the man die.
Then, now.
Let the help not invite to eat meat, this normal relationship between men and women is really rare.
"Strictly speaking, it's not like there's something I want you to help with." Donna rolled the pasta on her plate with a fork, "As a subordinate of Colonel Phillips, I feel like there are some things that must be made clear to you. β
When Paul was at the Pentagon in the morning, he sensed that Donna had something to say, but he didn't say it.
"Say it."
"Why do you think the Colonel doesn't want you to be discharged?"
Paul shrugged: "Because he can't bear me." β
β... That's true, but he's reluctant to you, not just because he's reluctant to you, but also because Mick. Colonel Arthur... Oh no, it should be called Mick by now. Major General Arthur is gone. β
Hear Mick. Arthur's name, Paul couldn't help but frown.
Mick. Arthur, who is subordinate to the General Staff, served at the same time as Phillips, but unlike Phillips, Mick has not been on the battlefield for a second since he entered the army.
But the battle-hardened Phillips brought out Captain America and Paul in a row, both of whom were still only with the rank of colonel, while Mick had just been promoted to major general.
Why?
Of course, there is Phillips who only fights and does not make sycophants, but it is more because Mick's family is prominent, and there are a large number of his relatives in the officialdom, shopping malls and the army.
Even, there are rumors that his biological father is a member of the Communist Party...
This Mick also knows how to market himself, always appearing on the battlefield with his army of reporters before or after the battle, posing in various heroic poses in the lightning and thunder of photographers, and then publishing in major newspapers and magazines.
It's as if his footprints are all over the battlefield.
Phillips looked down on Mick, and Mick always found a way to stumble on Phillips.
But now, when Phillips saw Mick, he had to salute and shout sir.
"I'm discharged from the army... What's the matter with Mick? Paul then asked Donna.
Donna lowered her voice: "What I'm going to say next is confidential, you can listen to it, don't say it." β
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