I love you, I won't kill you

According to the current domestic situation in Iraq, the various anti-American armed forces supported by the Sunni sect, the largest branch of Islam, the sectarian contradictions and racial differences in the security forces are very serious, and the security forces are mixed into Many extremists (such as Salah Mohammad Kazim) and a series of problems have weakened the combat effectiveness of the Iraqi security forces to a certain extent.

Weakened combat effectiveness, no or poor independent combat capabilities can be improved through certain training.If the traditional US Marine Corps recruit training method and training cycle are followed, then all members of the security forces must undergo no less than 8 weeks of physical fitness, weapons, and tactical training.

However, the deteriorating security situation in Iraq and the continuous various violent conflicts did not allow the trainees to get enough time for training.In this regard, Amanda has complained to the commander of the law enforcement brigade or the highest officer of the expedition.However, she didn't get the answer she wanted.

This, combined with the attack on the shooting range two weeks ago, has made the expedition's top officers more wary of death threats from within the security forces.Among the orders given to Amanda was that members of the security forces were not allowed to touch or carry any live ammunition into the training ground.

It has been four weeks since the last attack, and Amanda has conducted training on the combat ability of the two trainees only to "defend against foreign enemies" without bullets.Even she herself couldn't imagine that the security forces trained in such an accelerated manner could really withstand the massive counterattack of the anti-American armed forces?

August 8th, the second day of the Muslim rest day.Wearing a US military digital combat uniform over a bulletproof vest, a helmet and a black mask of a wrestler, Hamza came outside the law enforcement brigade's tent.

"Sir, an interpreter is looking for you." A heavily armed marine stood beside Amanda and reported.

"Translation? Uh, got it. You asked him to wait for me outside the tent." Amanda said, sitting behind a portable desk, looking at a report, without looking up.

Hamza waited anxiously outside the tent, seeing the marines come out of the tent, "Uh, sir, when can Second Lieutenant McLaren come out?"

The marines held an M4A1 carbine and answered blankly, "I don't know."

A few minutes later, Amanda finished her work and came out of the tent with a patrol cap.While putting on the patrol cap, he saw Hamza looking aside, "Hey, Hamza, what do you want?"

"God bless! Amanda, can you give me a few minutes?" Hamza whispered.

"Okay, no problem. Uh, why are you dressed like this?" Amanda asked strangely.

The two walked to a Humvee parked outside the tent, and Hamza's expression became serious, "Amanda, today I'm going to the ground to search for troops."

Amanda was very surprised, "What? Are you leaving the training ground today?"

"Yes, I have assisted you in training the security forces for two periods. The chief of the command center told me that in order to strengthen the search scope and strength of the search forces, the locals in the base who are proficient in English and terrain should be rotated to the front line."

"Is this true? You...you didn't tell them the nature of your current job?"

"Amanda, it's no use."

"Well, I cherish the time we spend working together and the good times we have together. Well, this mask you're holding..."

"I've said that I'm lucky enough not to have to wear a mask on the streets like other translators do."

Amanda smiled and said, "Yes, I remember. I understand. Maybe you are afraid that those Sunnis will recognize you and seek revenge from you in the future?"

Hamza nodded helplessly, "You are a smart, cute, and strong American girl. Actually, today I am here to tell you that I have always liked you."

"Thank you. Uh, I know." To this, Amanda could only say so.

"Uh, I...can I...can you have a meal?" Hamza finally stammered shyly.

"Of course. We're friends, aren't we?"

"Really? Amanda, thank you."

"You're welcome. If you can return to the United States, I will definitely introduce my girlfriend to you."

Hamza was a little stunned, and opened his mouth, "Uh, uh, no problem."

At this time, a marine came from a distance and shouted loudly, "Hamza, we are leaving."

Amanda nodded to the marines in the distance, stood at attention and saluted Hamza, "Good luck!"

"Me too. Amanda, I'm so glad I've known you in my lifetime." Hamza hesitated to give her a parting hug, but ended up saying nothing.

"Let's go. Remember, be careful of snipers!" Amanda said with a smile.

At 5:10 in the afternoon, Amanda stood by the dining room of the expedition team, looked at her watch, and muttered, "Damn ball, you asked me to have dinner with you, and you still haven't come back?"

Amanda had indeed developed a sexual urge to like Wendy Powell, a beautiful, shapely, recently married straight girl who had known her differently.She imagined that one day, Wendy would take the initiative to seduce her or send ambiguous messages, kiss her face and lips.

"Sir, aren't we going in for dinner?" asked the corporal of the gendarmerie.

"Uh, oh, okay." Amanda returned to reality from the dream and said.

Walking among the other marines eating, Amanda quickly came to the back of the meal line.Looking at the people in front, some of them were at the end of the line because they didn't care.

Bored waiting, can't help but look around.At this time, she noticed a young Iraqi man coming in through the small door on the side of the kitchen with several large boxes of food.

"Hey, you know what's in there?" she asked the corporal behind her.

"Sir, I don't know. But I guess it must be fried chicken." The corporal said with his eyes wide open, as if swallowing.

"Fried chicken? It would be even better if it was ice cream." Amanda said to herself with her hands behind her back.

She kept staring at the boxes of food, but quickly focused on the Arab man.Due to the professional habits of the military police, she needs to investigate and identify every local person who enters and exits the base.

However, she couldn't remember what this man looked like.As the person in front was moving, she suddenly noticed something was wrong with the man's expression and facial expression.

When the man was too careful to put the food box on the chef's work surface, Amanda stared at him intently and whispered to the corporal, "Have you seen that man?"

"Sir, I haven't seen it. Maybe it's a local who just came to the kitchen today to deliver."

"Did you notice what he was saying?"

"What? Sir, you mean...?"

Amanda had already seen something strange from the movement of the man's lips.Based on the Arabic she learned during this period, she judged that the man must be chanting something like "Allah is supreme, Allah bless me".

"Corporal, take someone to follow him later, and see if he has any unusual behavior." Amanda ordered softly.

"Huh!" After the corporal answered, he nodded to the private first class behind him.

After a hard day, her stomach was "on strike" with herself, but Amanda had to keep an eye on the suspect.Just when she thought she could clear up her doubts, she finally noticed some subtle movements of the man.

"I suspect that there is a bomb in the things he brought in!" Amanda said to the corporal, skeptical theory.

"What? Sir, is this impossible?" The corporal couldn't believe this theory.

"Hurry up, follow him!" Amanda ordered.

When the Arab man left, she immediately walked into the kitchen and whispered, "Gentlemen, I am Second Lieutenant McLaren of the Law Enforcement Brigade. I suspect there are suspicious explosives here!"

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