What others thought had nothing to do with Wesley. He had already been admitted to West Point, and there was no problem with his education or physical condition. Moreover, he was now a celebrity. The United States military was extremely sure that the rising billionaire had come to the military academy, and Wesley had received preferential treatment.
In a separate room, Principal Clarence personally led Wesley to the room. "Mr. Gibson, what do you think of this place?"
"You can call me Wesley, Mr. Principal. Actually, the school doesn't have to take care of me like this. I've experienced hundreds of assassinations in a year. Military school life is heaven for me," Wesley said with a smile.
"Oh? These damn capitalists. Of course, I'm not talking about you. Your achievements are beyond their reach, and you are still willing to come to the military school and become a soldier. This is very rare and also what our military wants to publicize. I hope you don't mind," Principal Clarence said.
"I have my own life, and no one can surpass my achievements in business, so I'm thinking of becoming a legend in the army again. I hope the principal can make it easy for me." Wesley certainly didn't want to go to school all the time. He didn't care about the military at this time. For this, he even set up an arms factory.
The munitions factory was a factory, but it was a series of factories that were still under construction. It was Wesley's last investment before coming to the military school, and the series of factories were all self-sufficient. This was why Wesley had encountered so many assassinations in a year. He had a lot of other people's interests. The big financial groups in the United States were all gnashing their teeth at Wesley, and Wesley had no relatives. After killing Wesley, they could take over Wesley's businesses.
However, all of them had failed in the past year, and the assassins had disappeared. Only then did they start to fear. They did not know what kind of background Wesley had behind him and how powerful he was. No matter what, they would not believe that Wesley had done it himself. Normal people would not think so, because a person was not so powerful.
Einstein was the only one who could invent so many things, but could a person's martial strength be safe in the face of so many assassinations? Wesley did not have any bodyguards around him, and he had always been alone. Everyone did not understand this.
Principal Clarence took over West Point last year, and now the American military is very weak, and combat thinking is still the period of the Spanish-American War. "Oh? What help do you want?" Principal Clarence asked with interest. This person is a genius, and so many inventions are in his name. I don't dare say it's true, but the name of genius must have something to it.
"I need to learn by myself. It's too slow for other people to learn together," Wesley said.
"Well…" Clarence was in a difficult position. Wesley is a bit out of the group. The army is a collective organization that needs to cooperate with each other, and Wesley is a little 'alone'.
Wesley saw the principal's concern and said with a smile, "You don't have to worry. I understand the problem of the military's unity and cooperation, but it's study time now, and I don't want to waste my time here. I think I can do more. The American army can't keep up with the times now and needs to change. I believe in what I can do."
"Okay, Wesley, I hope you can do it. I will give you support. Let me see what a genius is." Clarence nodded and agreed. America is a country that advocates heroes, and Wesley's idea has a lot of meaning to save the American army. Wesley's special identity is also the key. Clarence had to think about it for a while and finally nodded and agreed.
"Thank you, Mr. Principal."
From that day on, West Point had a special student. He didn't go to class every day and stayed in the library. He read all kinds of books, even Navy books. If West Point didn't have the books Wesley needed, he would find a way to get the principal to help or buy them himself. After three months, Wesley applied to graduate.
"What? You're graduating?" Clarence asked in amazement.
"Yes, Mr. Principal. I can already graduate, whether it's the Army or the Navy." Wesley stood solemnly in front of Clarence in the school uniform. Wesley signed up for the Infantry Department, and he also got into the Infantry Department, but now he wants to graduate and even the Navy is not a problem. Clarence doesn't believe it, but looking at the confident Wesley, he still doesn't refuse.
Clarence's idea was to give the young man a little education. He was only 19 years old and should have suffered some setbacks.
"Alright, I'll get the teachers to prepare for your graduation exam. But even if your theory is correct, you haven't taken any practical courses. You have to know that we still have actual combat assessments like shooting."
"That's not a problem at all. You seem to have forgotten that I've avoided hundreds of assassinations." Wesley smiled.
The exam was naturally not difficult for Wesley. The theory course ended with full marks, and in the exam, Wesley did not propose too advanced tactical ideas. He answered directly according to books and battle examples and scored full marks.
During the combat assessment, Wesley attracted the attention of all the teachers and students in the school. "Now, the shooting assessment," the examiner said to Wesley.
Wesley didn't say anything, but started straight away. The U.S. Army was now using the Springfield M1903 model rifle. Wesley took the rifle and bullets but didn't shoot them directly. Instead, he took the rifle apart and examined it carefully, then assembled it for debugging. Then he pressed in the bullets, pulled the bolt, and fired.
He was shooting at a 600-meter target. After the first shot was fired with a bang, Wesley quickly pulled the bolt, followed by the second shot. Five shots in a row took only ten seconds. The target was 49 points, and the first shot hit a 9 point.
Everyone stared at Wesley in disbelief. From disassembling the gun to shooting, Wesley didn't pause at all, especially in the rapid fire of the last five rounds. No one at the school could do it.
"Unbelievable, this is a record," the examiner said in surprise.
Wesley, on the other hand, did not care at all. This kind of thing was very normal for him. Wesley passed all the other assessments with the best results, and his total score was the highest in the history of West Point.
When Clarence sees Wesley again, he gives him his diploma and rank, and Wesley's rank is captain. After West Point graduates, it is generally second lieutenants, particularly outstanding single lieutenants, who form the core of the U.S. military's basic combat unit with the army's NCOs. They need to be on the front lines and are the most important group of people.