I love you, I won't kill you

Amanda in a Marine Corps uniform, a low-brimmed patrol hat, full military police gear, and a cool $219 Ray-Ban aviator with a black frame and crystal green lenses The sunglasses really made many Iraqi border guards and customs officers who were trained on the scene full of curiosity.

It wasn't just the Iraqis who were full of curiosity, but also Hamza, who was drafted by the Marine Corps to act as an Arabic translator.As a Muslim man who had studied in college on the west coast of the United States and received a purely Western education, how could he be interested in an ordinary female military police officer of the Marine Corps?

Among the American girls he has come into contact with, many of them have strong mobility, strong independence in judging and dealing with problems, and distinctive personalities that are aggressive and not dragging their feet.And this kind of personality, he has also seen in Amanda.

However, when the major commander of the law enforcement brigade told him about Amanda's other identity, Hamza was really surprised.He couldn't imagine how a helicopter pilot of the Marine Corps could complete the work of the military police of the Law Enforcement Brigade.

After nearly a week of assisting training, the image of Amanda gradually became clear in Hamza's mind.Being an officer in the most combat-ready and always-ready unit of the United States Armed Forces is a responsibility as well as a motivation.

Hamza felt that he seemed to like this young female officer with a unique personality more and more.In just a few days, a crazy thought flashed through his mind, "If I ask her for a date, will she agree?"

"Hey, Hamza, what are you thinking?" Amanda asked with some strange expression on his face.

"Second Lieutenant, I'm sorry, I'm thinking about some personal issues." Hamza replied in a panic, withdrawing his dazed gaze.

"Hmm, I just want to ask you, why didn't they speak their minds until now?"

"Uh, maybe it's because the training time is too short. Or, I've been curious since the first day I saw you."

Amanda looked at him suspiciously, "Really? But I think that in a traditional Muslim country, women hardly have the same social status as men."

Hamza couldn't even explain this "sickness" that only exists in Muslim countries, so he could only smile and say, "Second Lieutenant, in the words of the Western world, the visual ideology of Muslim countries on gender is still completely in the Medieval."

"Okay, I see. So, what do they want me to do?" Amanda asked as she took off her sunglasses.

"They want to see how well you shoot. Well, to see if you can do what they expect." Hamza felt that discussing the status of Muslim women with a powerful female US Marine Corps officer was asking for fun. .

"No problem." Amanda hung the sunglasses out of her left breast pocket and walked towards the shooting range.

Amanda quickly walked to the awning outside the shooting range, looked at the two privates standing aside, and asked in a low voice, "Did you find any problems?"

A tall private first class with a more mature appearance stepped forward and squirmed his lips slightly, "Sir, most of them are fine. There is only one guy among them. I think he has probably been in the army or the police force for a long time." time."

"I see. You go and tell the corporal to continue monitoring. Well, go and bring Hamza over here."

"Yes, sir."

Turning around, he said to the remaining private first class, "Get ready."

When Hamza braved the scorching sun and roiling heat waves and walked under the arbor, he asked with a smile, "Sir, did you call me?"

Amanda said with a relaxed expression, "Of course. They want to observe my shooting skills, and you have to do the translation work for me."

Saddam-era Russian small arms are still used by Iraqi security forces to this day.Although some elite troops of the US military have handed over some weapons and equipment to them, most of them still hold Russian-made AK47 assault rifles in their hands.

It is much easier to train if the target is an army officer in the security forces or a policeman in the police force.But now, Amanda is facing a group of border guards and customs officers who have no combat experience or independent combat capabilities.

Shaking his head secretly, he picked up a nearly new AK47 assault rifle on the long table.He turned around and nodded at Hamza, then raised his assault rifle and said loudly to the trainees, "Gentlemen, which country made this AK47 and who brought it to Iraq, I don't think I will say You all know that too."

"I just want to tell you that it is an excellent assault rifle, the perfect combination of forged steel and solid wood. It will never break, jam or overheat the barrel from your use, even if it is covered in sand and dirt You can fire at the enemy normally!"

After Hamza translated her words into Arabic and relayed them to the trainees, Amanda went on to say, "Any good rifle, it will have flaws. Remember, this gun has a muzzle on full automatic fire. The jump is serious, and the design of its sight is not ideal, which affects your shooting accuracy. Accurate shooting cannot be guaranteed beyond 300 meters, and the accuracy of burst shooting is very low. The distance of throwing shells is nearly 2 meters, which is easy to be exposed in actual combat. own position."

"So, now, can any of you tell me how to use this assault rifle?" When she finished, she watched carefully the Iraqi man the private first class had mentioned.

Sure enough, from the eyes of the tall and thin Iraqi man who looked very energetic, subconsciously showed a look of contempt.Amanda deliberately looks away from him, looking at the others.

A man on the right side of the first row said something to Hamza, who translated into English and explained to her, "He said, since this gun has so many shortcomings, how are we going to deal with the Sunnis?" armed men?"

"Okay. You tell them, just learn how to use the safety device of the AK47."

"No problem, I just appreciate your shooting skills."

Amanda glanced at Hamza and said nothing, but picked up a curved magazine full of 30 rounds of ammunition and loaded it into the rifle, and pulled the charging handle backward once, which meant that the first bullet had been loaded.

Immediately afterwards, the safety handle was moved downwards, and the AK47 in her hand was already in a semi-automatic shooting state.Quickly holding the gun with both hands flat, the butt of the gun tightly pressed against the right shoulder, aiming at the humanoid target 15 meters in front of him, "Da da da... da da da... da da da..." three bursts of fire The sound of AK47 gunfire filled the entire training ground.

After firing 12 rounds, Amanda put down the assault rifle in her hand, turned to the trainees and said, "Now, you can consider how to use this rifle based on my shooting results."

After a burst of communication in Arabic, Hamza smiled and said to her, "Second Lieutenant, it seems that you are very good at using this rifle. All 12 bullets hit within the 10 ring. I think the Sunnis can only let Snipers are coming for you."

"Thanks. Can you tell them it's best to learn to use this shooting method as soon as possible?"

"Well, I guess it's all right."

As Hamza speaks to the other Iraqis, Amanda nods to the three gendarmes outside the arena.It implies that now is an urgent time, and we must keep an eye on the Iraqi who is prone to major suspicions.

After the first crew fired, there was no problem.After the second group of personnel fired, there was also no problem.When the third group of trainees was about to fire, the tall, lanky Iraqi man took the last man position on the far right.

While Amanda was staring at the movement of his hand, her left hand was quietly placed on the M9A1 pistol grip on her left waist.Although the M9A1 pistol was on safety at this time, she had full confidence to open the safety device while drawing the gun.

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