I love you, I won't kill you

Two days later, the same place, the same group of people, plus Captain Vincent's previous statement, unanimously passed a new round of conscription plans.What makes people feel interesting is that before the Marine Corps was recruited, the upper-level bureaucrats at the headquarters always wanted to find something in the recruits.But now, the photo of the female soldier in front of them allowed them to see some valuable information.

It seems that the major general with two silver stars on his collar has not seen such an excellent Marine Corps soldier for a long time.He has reason to believe that if such soldiers organize a team to kill bin Laden, then there will be no such thing as the later SEALs.In fact, in the future "Spear of the Sea God" operation, the CIA sneaked in secretly through SEAL Team Six and successfully killed bin Laden himself in one fell swoop.

The first one who didn't believe it was the lieutenant colonel who attended the meeting. Although the colonel who knew Congressman Balfour didn't quite believe it, he still retained a skeptical attitude.In their view, it was impossible for the little McLaren girl to do all this.Joan of Arc, or Supergirl?There is even no reason to doubt whether the instructor Keira and the base commander Dana have tampered with the data.

In an office in the training department, on the table is a concise and concise resume for enlistment, and a detailed and accurate recruit training data.And, of course, the official written description of the senior officer at the Balice Island boot camp.Vincent was thinking, and his eyes quickly shifted to the phone next to him. He really wanted to find someone to talk about his inner conflict.

In terms of personal emotions, he is not willing to make his sister the protagonist of the plan.But he is an officer of the Marine Corps, and even if he dies, he must remember the motto of the Marine Corps.Should I tell my father, and my second brother Billy, who is still missing?

Picking up the phone, he quickly dialed a number outside the Pentagon, "Hey, dear, are you busy now?"

There was a rush of footsteps on the other end of the phone, but the voice still sounded very gentle and pleasant, "Hehehe, the call from the Pentagon is really flattering!"

Vincent laughed a few times in embarrassment, "Don't tell me you have to make fun of me when I call you? Well, are you free at noon? I have something to see you!"

Crisp laughter continued to reach Vincent's ears, "Well, for the sake of dear Captain McLaren, I promise you. However, I only have half an hour, you should know the nature of my work."

Without unnecessary nonsense, after hanging up the phone and looking at the clock on the wall, Vincent got up and walked out of the office.Before leaving the Pentagon, he only told the guards that if anyone came to him, they would say that he had gone to lunch.

Habits are not a good thing, but sometimes they can make something happen.For example, now, Vincent drove to a coffee shop not far from the Lincoln Monument.There are not only government officials eating here, but also many tourists come here to experience the exotic atmosphere.

At 11 o'clock in the morning, most restaurants in the Washington area started selling lunch, and Vincent was already sitting in a corner by the window.Holding a coffee cup in his hand, he has been staring at the endless stream of people outside the window.He looked at his watch, 10 minutes had passed since the appointed time, but the person he was waiting for hadn't appeared yet.

"Excuse me, ma'am, have you made a reservation?" The waiter at the reception at the door politely asked a tall woman who walked into the coffee shop.

"Thank you, I'm looking for someone. Is there a captain officer from the Marine Corps?" The blond woman with long curly hair and a trench coat replied with a smile.

"Yes, please follow me." The waiter bowed slightly, and stretched out his hand to guide the blonde woman forward.

"Hi, have you been here for a long time? Look at your complexion." The blond woman walked up to Vincent and greeted him warmly.

Vincent smiled politely, stood up and walked to the opposite side to open the seat for the blonde woman, "I can invite you to come here for dinner during such a busy time. Why do I look bad?"

"Thank you! However, as far as I know, Captain McLaren doesn't seem to be very good at witty words? Hehe!" The blond woman took off her windbreaker and sat down gracefully.

"Well, give this lady a vanilla milkshake first. Then, give us two set menu B, thank you!" Vincent told the waiter, then turned to smile at the blonde woman opposite, "You said that my complexion is not good. I should ask you this sentence. It seems that you were still removing cancerous tissue from a patient's body five minutes ago."

The blond woman is none other than Vincent's only girlfriend in recent years - Helen Wooten.Currently working in a large public hospital in Washington as an attending surgeon.Because after graduating from medical school in the early years, I went to a multinational joint field hospital near Kandahar Airport as a social volunteer to do some rescue work for local women and children.

Helen looked at the environment of the coffee shop, and said eloquently, "No, to be precise, it should have been 35 minutes and [-] seconds ago. If the police in Washington wanted to steal my license plate because of going to your date, you would replace it for me." Testified in court. Right?"

"Hehehe, no problem. You can say that a certain officer is on the verge of death and needs you to rescue him with all your strength." Vincent said after taking a sip of coffee.

"Okay, okay, I don't know where you learned these multi-meaning words. Tell me, what happened to make our Vincent McLaren so nervous."

At this time, the waiter held the plate in his hand, and a cup of fresh and delicious vanilla milkshake was quickly delivered to Helen's eyes, "Excuse me, do you two need to serve now?"

"Come on now, this lady urgently needs some nutritional supplements to replenish her strength." Vincent ordered.

Turning his face around again, he looked at Helen who was tasting the milkshake, "Well, you know I have a younger sister, Amanda."

Helen raised her head in surprise, "Yes, I can see that you love your sister very much. But why are you mentioning her suddenly now? Could it be that she is coming to Washington? This is great!"

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