Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 409 Assessment, Reversal

"If you were to go to the battlefield now, could you still tell your enemy that you just got off the plane, you were exhausted from the journey, and you didn't have dinner, and ask them to temporarily stop fighting and give you time to rest and have dinner?"

Sean's face turned cold and he shouted, "Can you tell your enemies to be humanitarian?"

The people who were whispering below immediately lowered their heads in shame. As veterans, they had heard such questions many times, and they even used them to discipline other recruits. However, they did not expect to encounter such torture again after retiring. It made them feel that their previous military career was wasted, and they only felt ashamed because they knew the answer very well in their hearts.

No!

The enemy will not care whether you are tired from a long journey or have not had dinner. The worse your condition is, the happier your enemy will be, because the worse your condition is, the easier it will be for them to win the battle. The enemy will not talk to you about humanitarianism and will only eliminate you humanely.

"Ah? Answer me, can you?"

Sean stared down, his chest heaving violently. It wasn't that he was really angry, but he had just yelled too hard, which affected his old injury. Now he really wanted to cough and could hardly hold it back any longer.

Damn, there’s a price to pay for showing off, and so does scolding people!
"Report, no!"

The veterans below responded to him sporadically.

"Louder! Haven't you eaten yet?"

The sporadic sounds made Sean very dissatisfied, and his face turned red.

"Report, no!"

This time, the voices below finally became uniform, and the decibel level increased a lot.

"Begin arranging the assessment!"

After hurriedly saying a few words, Sean took Evelyn and Golden Shield away from the scene. As soon as he got in the car, he couldn't help coughing anymore. Evelyn quickly patted his back to help him calm down.

"Cough cough cough..."

Sean covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed until his face turned red. It felt like he was going to cough out his lungs. A sweet taste filled his throat. When he took the handkerchief away, the bright red on it was shocking and extremely glaring.

"Oh my god, Boss, you are coughing up blood!"

Evelyn saw the bright red bloodstain and immediately looked at Sean with concern. The company was developing rapidly and she couldn't afford to lose Sean now.

“Ahem…it’s okay…sigh…damn it, if I had known earlier I would have let Victor give the lecture…ahem…”

Sean now regretted why he had to give these guys a warning. This coughing fit almost killed him.

Damn, can’t it be better for this sickly guy to behave himself?

"Boss, your body..."

The worry in Evelin's eyes was not concealed at all. Sean couldn't fall, at least not now, because the interests involved were too great.

"Boss, why don't you go to the medical department for a checkup first...to prevent the condition from getting worse..."

Jindun on the side spoke up to persuade him, his face still showing some shame and self-blame. After all, Sean's injury that led to his current state was caused by the protection of his team.

"No need. This is what happens when the lungs are injured. I know my own body well. It won't be a big problem. Let's go back to the office."

Sean shook his head. He instinctively resisted going to the medical department. Perhaps this was the case for most people who suffered serious sequelae from physical trauma. When he was not coughing, he could always deceive himself that he was still a normal person and still strong.

"Boss, you can't do this. I know you resist the checkup, but you have to be responsible for your own body and for RFG Group. RFG Group is only RFG Group with you. If you really fall ill, those guys who want to devour us will show their fangs without hesitation."

Evelin shook her head and told the driver in the front seat, “Go to the medical department.”

Sean was silent for a moment, but finally chose to compromise and nodded: "Okay, I just don't want to waste time on a physical examination."

The car stopped downstairs of the medical department, and Jindun and Evelin tried to help him but he broke away.

"I'm not even half buried yet, so don't make such a fuss."

Sean shook his head and walked forward on his own. He was not an old man in his seventies or eighties who could not even walk steadily. Why should we support him?
Evelyn of the Golden Shield looked at each other, and saw a hint of helplessness in each other's eyes, and then followed in. Sean always seemed a little stubborn at times.

"I told you, I know my own body well, it's just capillary damage."

An hour later, Sean, holding the inspection report, casually handed it to Evelin, but he was actually relieved in his heart.

When he saw himself coughing up blood just now, he was actually a little unsure. After all, he knew best how severe the injury to his lungs was, and he had never coughed up blood before. He was just subconsciously resisting and refused to come to the medical department.

"I have to know the specific situation to feel at ease, Boss. There are many people who hope you die, but at least we all hope that you can live well."

Evelin shook her head. She was coughing up blood. If she didn't see the test results, she wouldn't be able to sleep well at night. After all, no one could guarantee that Sean's condition wasn't caused by a deterioration of his lungs.

His lung was pierced by a bullet, and a small part of it was necrotic and had to be removed. Such a serious trauma would have serious sequelae, and the disease could worsen at any time, so they had no choice but to deal with it carefully.

The areas where surgery has been performed are most likely to develop lesions or even cancer. If the probability of an ordinary person getting cancer is 10%, then the probability is 30% for people who have undergone surgery, especially for those who have undergone surgery on the lungs, gallbladder and other organs in the body.

"Don't worry, I haven't lived enough. There are still tons of US dollars waiting for me to earn. How can I bear to die..." Sean shook his head. If you were to ask who in the world wanted him to die the most, there would be too many.

The Capetian family, the Habsburg family, Prince William, some people in the CIA, and your colleagues, whether it is arms or PMC.

But Sean is a greedy man, he hasn't lived enough and he probably won't live enough in the future, so he can only let these guys die slowly, and send them off one by one.

……

In the CQB training area, Victor, the head of the military department of the RFG Group headquarters, has arranged the assessment of these new employees who have joined the group. He has arranged other people in his team of instructors to serve as assessment instructors for other assessment items such as outdoor field combat, jungle combat, etc. Only for CQB, he personally presided over the assessment.

This arrangement does not actually mean that CQB is more difficult than other operations. On the contrary, the most difficult operation is actually jungle combat, because jungle combat is not only about facing vicious enemies, but also because of the natural environment, combatants have to guard against all kinds of poisonous insects and wild beasts, and the field of vision is also greatly restricted. In the land combat scenario, jungle combat is definitely one of the most difficult environments, in addition to plateau combat, desert combat, snow combat and urban street fighting.

It is one of the five nightmare-level combat environments!
Of course, this only refers to land, and does not include amphibious operations such as landings.

Compared with these, the difficulty of CQB operations is actually much better. As for why Victor would personally take charge of the CQB on-site assessment, it is because the most common combat environment in modern warfare is close-range combat such as CQB. This is also the combat method they encounter most often. He must be in charge of this aspect in person, and if you want to become a first-tier employee, CQB is a compulsory subject for everyone. No soldier can escape it, unless the other party shows outstanding command ability. Of course, that is not a combatant, but a military adviser. Naturally, the position he holds will not be like that of a combatant, who needs to take a gun to take on missions and get a salary.

The examination venue had been reset by the staff at this time. There was no one and no objects in the empty space. A dim small electric light in the middle emitted a faint yellow light. A fully armed guy walked to the middle examination area.

Victor stood in the corridor above and saw that the examiners below had arrived at the designated position. He immediately gave an order: "Start!"

The black hood above slowly covered the candidate's head, and his world instantly fell into darkness. Then a group of staff began to move and assemble the scene. In less than thirty seconds, the scene was set up and the staff quickly retreated.

Bang bang bang!

The lights in the room, which was arranged as a two-story residential building, were on, and the hood on the head of the examinee Kate was lifted. Since it was not too long, he did not fall into a state of compliance, but returned to normal in an instant.

He held the gun, turned off the safety, switched to single-shot mode, observed the situation in the room, and instantly entered combat status. It can be seen that his basic skills are still very solid. Victor, who was taking everything in in the corridor, nodded slightly, which at least showed that this guy was not a fool.

Bang!

The door of the room in front was suddenly pushed open from the inside. The examinee immediately tensed up. A woman in casual clothes, with fair skin, very clean, and a terrified face walked out slowly with her hands raised. Behind her was a man with a gun, with the gun pointed at her temple and one hand around her neck. It was obvious that she was being held hostage.

"lay down your weapon!"

The candidate's brows immediately frowned. The test became difficult right from the start. The man opposite was hiding very well. Because he was not very tall, he was completely shrunken behind the woman. He had no chance to shoot at all.

"Hey, man, you're the one who should put down your weapon, or I'll shoot her!"

The gangster was very timid, hiding behind the hostage and pushing him forward, slowly approaching the candidate, but his tone was very arrogant: "Put down your weapon, man, you don't want the hostage to be shot dead by me, do you?"

The candidate kept thinking of countermeasures in his mind. It was of course impossible to lay down the weapon, because once he did so, the test would be considered a failure, but the hostages could not die. Although Victor never said whether the death of the hostage would be considered a failure, in this situation, even a fool would know that the criminals should be shot dead while ensuring the safety of the hostages.

"move back!"

The candidate felt the other party approaching him and could not help but shout out to warn the other party. He stepped back to keep a safe distance from the other party while thinking about countermeasures. Finally, he locked his eyes on the other party's hand holding the gun. This might be his only chance!
"Dude, don't try to struggle. Put down your weapon and let me go, or I'll shoot her!"

The gangster continued to hide behind the hostage and yell, but he was secretly complaining that his supervisor was too sinister. He specially chose a small man like him to play the role of a gangster holding hostages, which made the task extremely difficult. Of course, there was actually a solution, because it was an open answer. However, it was obvious that he had not figured out the key points and had not taken the time to observe the details.

boom!
The candidate aimed at the other party's hand holding the gun and pulled the trigger. At such a close distance, he did not miss and hit the gangster's hand holding the gun.

"what!"

Although it was just a paintball, it still caused him some pain at close range. He subconsciously loosened his hand and the gun fell down. He was also exposed from behind the hostage because of the sudden pain.

Bang, bang!
He fired two more consecutive shots, hitting the gangster's shoulder and head respectively. He then rushed forward, kicked the pistol on the ground away, and pulled the trigger again at the gangster's head.

boom!
First control, then kill, and finally shoot again. This is the rule of CQB combat, and there is absolutely no room for error. Any special forces personnel need to follow this rule, otherwise they will be unqualified. No matter how good your marksmanship is, even if you are awesome and can guarantee that every shot hits the head like a machine, you still have to follow this rule, because special forces seek stability.

The training of special forces is to improve your tolerance for combat errors. If you just like to play with low tolerance or even headshots with no tolerance at all, then why are you still a special forces soldier? Just be a gun king.

After killing the gangster, the candidate began to make an arc cut into the wide open room. He needed to make sure that there were no other people inside.

boom!
The sudden gunshot and the feeling of being hit by a paintball on the back made the candidate turn around in shock and stare with a questioning look at the female "hostage" who had been harmless just a moment ago but now had a pistol in her hand. His mind was a little confused for a moment.

"Game over, Mr. Commando!"

The female hostage put away the pistol in her hand, shrugged and gave him an apologetic look.

"The assessment is over, I failed!"

In the corridor, Victor, who had been frowning since the examinee was forced to retreat by the other party, picked up the loudspeaker in his hand and announced the test results.

"Report, I don't accept it!"

The candidate took off his goggles with reluctance and shouted to Victor in the corridor above.

"I said, unqualified, next one!"

Victor spoke in a tough tone and didn't give any face at all. What a joke. If you say you don't accept it, then what do you need me as the assessment instructor for?
(End of this chapter)