Red Room Mission Target

Inside the commanding officer’s private office aboard the giant battleship.

"Kyle, I brought over all the files on the accompanying military medical staff you wanted." Fury walked into the room carrying a stack of bound documents and placed them on the desk.

Kyle, seated in the office chair, gave a cold nod. He accepted the documents and began leafing through them one by one.

Fury stood before the desk, looking at Kyle in confusion. "I thought you’d figured things out and wanted to handle the affairs of a major general yourself. What’s with this sudden interest in the ship’s military doctors?"

"I ran into someone quite interesting." Kyle answered casually. His eyes narrowed slightly as he found the personal file he wanted among the documents in his hands.

The black-and-white headshot of the female military doctor he had encountered earlier was printed on the personal file, wearing a brilliant smile.

Shatana Caroline:

Female, age 16, height 165 cm, weight 43 kg.

Born in 1928. Home address: B012, Atlanta District, United States.

Current family status: unmarried. Both parents were local farm workers.

A student at Saint Medical School. Her volunteer application to support the front lines was approved in January 1944, and she became an accompanying emergency military doctor in February.

"Sixteen years old, and she only became an accompanying military doctor this month…" Kyle raised a brow, tossed the file onto the desk, and asked expressionlessly, "She’s still underage, and she only became a military doctor this month. Can she really board a battleship and take part in a major campaign?"

"That’s nothing unusual." Fury rubbed his bald head and replied, "During World War II, exceptions were everywhere. There were never enough accompanying medical personnel, so hospitals and schools often ran recruitment drives for volunteers. More than 150,000 American soldiers have been committed to this campaign, most of them Army personnel, so every warship needs a team of accompanying medical staff."

Kyle said nothing. His fingers tapped against the desk as though he were pondering something.

Fury was a smart man as well. His gaze fell upon the file, and his expression turned grave. "Is there something wrong with this female medic?"

"There is a slight problem, but you don’t need to concern yourself with it. Leave it to me." As he spoke, Kyle gave Fury a secret order.

"I understand." Fury nodded after hearing it and left the office as though carrying out an order.

Kyle stacked the files on the desk and placed them in a drawer. A cold smile tugged at his lips. "Let’s see what tricks the Soviet Union intends to play by sending an untrained agent."

Meanwhile, inside the battleship’s medical room.

"Santana, I heard you nearly ran into Major General Kyle!?"

"Hey, hey, is it true? Is Major General Kyle as cold and handsome as he looks in the documentaries?"

"Is that the important part? Be more careful next time! Don’t cause trouble for the general again!"

Four young female nurses dressed in white skirts chatted excitedly. As they spoke, faint blushes appeared on their faces.

After bandaging her slender calf, Santana sat on a single medical bed in the room. She gazed blankly through the round glass window beside her at the azure sea outside, lost in thought.

The first plan—the accidental encounter—had officially failed.

Recalling what had happened earlier, Santana clenched her small hand, her knuckles turning slightly white.

Good heavens! Was that any way to treat a pretty girl, lifting her around like a kitten? Normally, shouldn’t a man reach out and support her?

Could it be that I’m not pretty enough?

Santana unconsciously touched her little face. Ever since entering the Red Room, the organization had drilled into her that one must use every means necessary to achieve one’s goal. Beauty was naturally one of the secret weapons exclusive to female agents.

No, I can’t deny my outstanding looks just because of one failure. The main reason it failed was that the target wasn’t an ordinary man!

Santana thought to herself. After all, he was an executioner with tens of thousands of enemy lives on his hands, a war demon in the eyes of hostile nations.

In fact, when the organization announced that the target of this trial mission was Kyle of the American military, countless senior agents had gone pale, terrified that they would be selected.

In the end, Santana had taken the trial mission voluntarily. As for why, she simply had no choice.

If she did not carry out her first mission with Kyle as her target, she would have to assassinate the leader of the Ninja Organization’s "Hand." Compared to the latter, the former mission was safer for her, an American native.

"Plan One has failed. I need to find another chance to approach the target."

As Santana was pondering this, a Navy soldier suddenly rushed into the medical room in slight panic.

"Major General Kyle may not be used to the environment here since he hasn’t sailed before. He’s feeling a little unwell now—"

Before the Navy soldier could finish, the female military doctors in the room had already raised their hands high and called out in unison, "I’ll go! Please, let me take care of him!"

Would a legendary hero who was capable of fighting alone actually get seasick?

Before Santana could think much further, the Navy soldier said awkwardly, "Major General Kyle said he met a medic named Santana earlier and wants her to go. Which one of you is Santana? Come with me."

The moment those words came out, Santana froze, while the other female medics focused envious and jealous looks on her.

The Navy soldier urged, "You’re Santana, right? Hurry up and bring your medical kit. Come with me."

"Oh, okay." Santana came back to herself and nodded. After taking a deep breath, she gathered her spirits and got down from the medical bed.

No matter what, this was the best opportunity to get close to the target!

The Navy soldier led Santana, who carried a medical kit, all the way to the office door. He knocked and reported, "Major General Kyle, I’ve brought the military doctor."

"Let her come in." The young man’s steady voice came from behind the door.

"Understood." After saying that, the Navy soldier opened the door and gestured for Santana to enter on her own.

Santana stepped inside slowly. The moment she entered the office, the departing Navy soldier shut the door behind her.

She looked ahead and saw Kyle sitting in his office chair, one hand supporting his forehead as he rested with his eyes closed. His handsome face was clouded and uncertain, making him truly seem ill.

"General Kyle." Santana stopped before the desk and called out tentatively.

Kyle opened his eyes, looked at Santana, and said softly, "You’re here. After I came down from the deck earlier, my head started spinning, and I felt a little nauseous."

"That’s a sign of seasickness. People sailing for the first time usually experience mild discomfort. You can take some seasickness medicine first to ease the symptoms." Santana spoke gently as she found a box of pills in the medical kit, carefully took out two tablets, and handed them to Kyle.

"Then I’ll give it a try." Kyle nodded. He glanced at the seasickness pills before taking them and swallowing them with the warm water in his cup.

As long as he focused his attention, any item would reveal precise Item Card information before his eyes. This meant that no matter how carefully a poison had been designed, Kyle could not be tricked as long as he was on guard.

However, what Santana had given him really was nothing more than ordinary seasickness tablets.