I love you, I won't kill you

As a trainee agent Rick who participated in simulated combat training, he has almost become a joke among other agents.The forefoot of the right shoe and the right side of the neck, where the two were hit and stained red, made Rick look like a part-time college student who had just finished painting his house.

"Sir, why didn't you tell us that the opponent still has a sniper?" Rick blushed and stood in front of the FBI instructor who was in charge of simulating actual combat.

"Rick, if you were a terrorist planning to rob a bank, would you tell the police or federal agents your information?" The burly, bald-headed instructor said seriously.

"However, in this case, the hostage rescue team should perform the task."

"Correct. So, what are you doing in front of the bank? Dates, hanging out or paying off credit card debt?"

At this time, the instructor glanced at the two "terrorists" who were coming out of the bank gate, and said to Rick, "Calm down, agent. I think you should seriously think about the purpose of participating in simulated combat training."

Two "terrorists" wearing black nylon hoods and helmets, a Marine Corps-style olive-green wool-blend sweater, jeans, black combat boots, and tactical fire-resistant gloves walk toward trainee agents with their weapons Come.

Frank nodded, admiring the equipment of the "terrorist", and said, "Tactical bulletproof vest, M40A3 sniper rifle, M16A4 carbine, Beretta M9A1 standard pistol. Elaine, it seems that today we are hostage rescue with the FBI." The group exchanged hands once."

Elaine looked at it with her arms folded, and said casually, "You mean HRT (FBI Hostage Rescue Team)? No, no, no. First, there is no sniper rifle of the type M40A3 in HRT's gun equipment; second, HRT will only use special-model M1911 pistols; in the end, I don't think HRT will enjoy wearing a Marine Corps sweater."

"Well, the analysis makes perfect sense. But how do you know this?"

"God. You're not the only one who likes to visit the military base outside the academy on weekends."

"So, what do you mean, they are soldiers of the Marine Corps?" Rick asked in surprise, standing aside.

"Well, I can be sure of this. How about it, will you feel better?" Frank smiled lightly.

When two "terrorists" stood in front of the crowd, Frank felt very familiar with the eyes of the sniper who "killed" him with one shot.It can be said that it is an unforgettable, cold and wild look.

"God, I seem to know that sniper!?" whispered to Elaine.

"Really? You don't mean to say that you bought her a drink at the base bar the night before?" Elaine smiled.

"Yes, yes, I did buy her a drink."

"Wow, is this sniper your favorite Marine pilot?"

Frank thought for a few seconds, shook his head with a smile, "It's unlikely, it's impossible for a pilot to become a commando."

Elaine replied easily, "Why not? I remember that HRT's training includes rope climbing, diving, protection of senior officials, defensive driving vehicles and helicopter driving."

The FBI instructor smiled and said to the "terrorist", "Marines, you can take off your hoods now."

When the two marines took off their helmets and hoods, Frank didn't even expect his guess to become a fact.However, this fact is quite different from the object of his guess.

"Lieutenant, Captain, hello." The instructor said with a smile.

"Hello, sir." The marines replied.

The instructor glanced at the trainee agents, turned around and said, "As an instructor, I am very grateful for the great help of the two officers. However, I believe you can give me a more perfect explanation. For example, in the actual case we How should our agents respond to this situation?"

The captain smiled and glanced at the officer on the right, "Lieutenant, you killed everyone alone, and you have the most say."

The lieutenant nodded, "Yes, Captain."

Then, facing the agents, he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sorry for the red mark I left on you."

At this time, Elaine looked at the lieutenant with surprised eyes, and whispered to Frank, "What? She solved the five of us by herself?"

Frank didn't know how to explain, "I don't know. All I know is that she's the pilot Rebecca is most jealous of."

That's right, the sniper who participated in today's simulation training and successfully "killed" five federal agents was none other than our Marine Corps pilot, Lieutenant Amanda McLaren.

Amanda believes that every trainee agent present has some degree of doubt, whether the agent has been "killed" by her or not.Putting down his sniper rifle and watching the agents, he said, "Well, I'll answer your questions as best I can."

Team leader Rick was the first to extend his right arm upwards, "Lieutenant, uh, ma'am. I want to ask, why did you use two bullets to deal with the threat from me?"

Amanda smiled, "As a robber, I will protect my life and the cash I have stolen at all costs. However, your ability to cover and fight back is so good that I can't kill you with one shot."

"So, in order to avoid a large number of police and FBI surrounding us, I have to get out of this predicament for myself and my companions."

"Although your cover is good, your feet give away your position. The purpose of shooting at your feet is to draw you out and kill you. Understand?"

Rick scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, and said with a smile, "I see, the details."

Elaine stretched out her right arm to the sky quickly, and said after waiting for Amanda to nod, "Lieutenant, I really didn't expect you to be a woman. Uh, do you think I can join HRT?"

The instructor was beside Amanda, explaining, "HRT is the FBI's hostage rescue team."

"HRT, the FBI's tactical team, right?" Amanda asked Rachel.

"Yes, Lieutenant. Although they are the 'elite of the elite' trained by the 'Delta' and 'Seal' units, this does not mean that HRT is the world of men." Elaine's words immediately aroused the audience. The giggles of most of the male agents.

"Detective, I appreciate your point of view. I just want to say that HRT has never been dominated by male hormones." Not far away, a man wearing HRT combat equipment, a helmet and sunglasses said with a smile.

At this time, Amanda had a very "invasive" smile on her face, "That's right, agent. You know, I really want to join the armed reconnaissance battalion of the Marine Corps. Well, in this respect , you are luckier than me!"

"Thank you, Lieutenant." After Elaine finished speaking, she blinked her right eye quietly.

"You're welcome." Amanda noticed her eyes and nodded naturally.

At this time, Frank quietly raised his right hand.Then, I asked Amanda, "Lieutenant, if you are really a terrorist who hijacked a bank, why didn't you shoot us in the head when you shot at us? Or, wouldn't shooting in the head be a better solution?" Threats from the police?"

Amanda shook her head, and took out a sniper rifle magazine from the magazine pouch on her chest.He took out a rifle bullet and said to him, "Detective, do you think this bullet is different from other rifle bullets?"

"Yes, the shape of the bullet is different, and the color is also white. However, it is very similar to the real bullet in other respects."

"Very good. This is a Marine Corps training ammunition. When we use them, we will wrap ourselves into a modern 'mummy'. Only in this way can we not be killed by this bullet."

"Lieutenant, are you saying that this kind of training ammunition can kill people?" Frank asked in surprise.

"Hmm. Not only does it hurt to hit someone, but it can also cause death within a distance of 10 feet (about 3 meters)." Amanda nodded.

"Uh, why not use other paintballs or blanks?" Elaine said suddenly.

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