I love you, I won't kill you

"Listen folks, 'Hogan Bank' has been seized by two terrorists. Apparently they're targeting the 2000 million petty old banknotes in the vault. According to reports from patrol officers on the scene, they're also holding I took the lobby manager of the bank as a hostage." An FBI instructor in a blue jacket with yellow "FBI" printed on the back said calmly.

"Sir, what is their equipment, what type of weapons do they have?" an FBI agent asked.

"Black face mask, bulletproof vest, 9mm pistol, semi-automatic rifle."

"Sir, in this case, I think the hostage rescue team is still needed to carry out the task."

"Rick, the Hostage Rescue Team is ready to act. Call them if you think you are under an unknown threat."

The instructor looked at the few trained federal agents in front of him, "Ladies and gentlemen, do you have any questions?"

Agent Rick, a white male with short brown hair, and the other agents replied loudly, "No, sir."

After the instructor left the scene, the detective named Rick said to the other four detectives, "Okay, everyone has heard what the officer said. Damn it, why are the first round of robbers today a few terrorists? We take a Glock and a Remington against two paramilitary robbers?"

FBI agent Frank Ellison, holding a Remington M870 shotgun, looked at his team leader and said, "Rick, we are well-trained federal agents, and we are not holding children's sprinkler guns. .”

Rick glanced at him and gave the agents a task, "Okay, Frank and I use the Remington, the three of you still use the Glock 23. Remember, if you think you are in danger, you can always call for reinforcements .”

"Well, I think we'd better put on the body armor," Rick said again.

As the agents put on their bulletproof vests, the white female agent, Elaine, said to Frank, "Hey, I think the girl from the night before yesterday was a good one, what do you think?"

Frank smiled slightly, "Well, it's really good. It's just... I don't know if I have time to ask her out this weekend."

"Hey, you two, stop talking. Start moving." Rick said seriously and in a low voice, holding a Remington shotgun wrapped in blue plastic with a movable handguard.

"Yes, team leader." Frank and Elaine answered almost simultaneously.

Five FBI agents in bulletproof vests, armed with automatic pistols and shotguns covered each other, half crouched and quickly moved towards the vehicles parked in front of the bank.

Rick, crouched against the back of a car, shotgun in hand, gestures to Frank, who is hiding in the back of another car.After Frank nodded, he quickly moved to Elaine who was hiding behind another car.

"Do you think you can ask her out?" Elaine asked inappropriately, holding a Glock 23 automatic pistol in both hands, with the muzzle pointing up.

"Well, maybe. Marine Corps pilots are human too, and they need love too." Frank said with a smile.

When the two hid at the back of the car and whispered about their private life, they didn't know that they had been quietly locked on the center of the cross scale in the scope by a sniper rifle with a caliber of 7.62mm.

The "terrorist" who was holding a sniper rifle calmly observed the behavior of the two with a scope so calmly.The right cheek with the hood that only exposes the eyes and mouth is always tightly attached to the adjustable cheek plate on the left side of the gun stock.

"Cover me." After Frank finished speaking, he nodded at Elaine.

"Understood." Elaine also nodded.

Frank, holding a shotgun, started to move. I saw him squatting halfway, lowering his head and upper body as much as possible. The moment he left the car shelter, he heard a gunshot of "呯...", a training ammunition Hit the right outer neck.

Elaine could hardly believe it was true, staring at Frank who was "shot down" and the red dye on his neck.In desperation, he hurriedly stood up, planning to use the cover of the car to fight back with an automatic pistol.

The well-trained Elaine only took two seconds to complete a series of behaviors such as observation, action, and raising a gun to fight back.However, the sniper who didn't know where he was at this time seemed to be moving faster than her.

"Bah...", another gunshot.Before Elaine could fire back, a training bullet hit the collarbone not protected by the bulletproof vest very accurately and mercilessly.

"Fuck, why does it hurt so much?! Is this over?!" Elaine cursed angrily in a low voice, and then fell helplessly on the trunk of the car.

"What? Killed two people so quickly? You two act, and I will cover you." Rick looked at the two fallen agents with an incredulous look, and said to the remaining two agents. Nodding his head.

"Bah... bah..." The interval between the two bullets did not exceed three seconds, and they hit the thighs of two detectives successively.The two FBI agents who had no chance to shoot at all looked helplessly at the red dye on their thighs, and lay on the ground in a wounded posture.

"Reinforcement, I need reinforcement!" Rick picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted loudly, then picked up the shotgun and rushed to the bank building behind him and pulled the trigger as if venting.

After firing three shotgun practice rounds in a row, before Rick could get half of his head and body back into the back of the car, he heard that goddamn, elusive gunshot again...

"What? What kind of tactic is this?" Rick's eyes widened. He couldn't believe that the opponent would hit the training bullet on his right shoe, which was only exposed by a third.

According to the fire contact between the enemy and the enemy in the real environment, his foot was shot and injured at this time.Once the foot is injured, it will naturally no longer be able to support the weight of the body.Rick stared at the bank building ahead, he really wanted to see the "sniper" before he fell.

In the end, he was still disappointed and simulated the real injury state again, staggered and fell to the ground.But before he fell completely to the ground, he heard a gunshot again.

At the same time as the gunshot, he only felt a pain coming from the right side of his neck.Thinking, "Why did I get shot again? Damn, what kind of terrorist is this? Why is he shooting at places where the bulletproof vest can't protect?" Obviously, at this time, the right side of his neck has been shot by a training bullet. The bullet hit.

The above plot took place in "Hogan Lane" in the simulated city of FBI National Academy, in front of "Hogan Bank".Trained agent Rick and his four team members, as FBI trained agents, have more than three opportunities to conduct various trainings such as squatting, tracking, arresting, explosion-proof and simulated actual combat here almost three times a day.

This is the first round of simulated actual combat training today.What Rick and his team didn't expect was that this was the most challenging, "dangerous" and extraordinary "bank robber" they had ever encountered in training.

The shootout between 5 federal agents and 2 "bank robbers" ended "dramatically" in less than 3 minutes.The federal agents paid the price of two deaths and three serious injuries, while the two "terrorists" who occupied the bank and took hostages defeated the FBI with zero casualties.

"Lieutenant, is this the end?" A small voice came from the microphone in the sniper's combat helmet.

"Yes, Captain. Didn't you have a chance to shoot?" The sniper replied softly.

"No, Lieutenant. It's just... I didn't expect your marksmanship to be as good as it is."

"Maybe."

At this time, a deep voice came from the microphone again, "The training is over, and all personnel have left the training site."

The sniper lying by the window of the room stood up straight, with the muzzle down and the M40A3 sniper rifle tilted at an angle, and said into the microphone, "Captain, I think we can go out."

The five FBI trained agents who were "dead" or "injured" stood in a row with their heads downcast, staring closely at the gate of the bank building.They want to see what kind of "terrorist" can beat the federal agents to the ground.

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