Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 410: Strengthening

"Why!"

The examinee was indignant: "You are cheating, she is clearly a hostage!"

"Humph, who told you that she was a hostage? How did you know she was a hostage? Just because she was being held hostage?"

Victor was so angry at the other party in the corridor that he laughed. The other party still didn't understand what was going on.

"Isn't it true? The criminals held hostages at gunpoint. Why did she have a gun on her? Aren't you cheating?"

The candidate still looked unconvinced, as it was obvious that he should have been the one to successfully kill the gangster, rescue the hostage, and complete the mission perfectly.

"You idiot, are your eyes just for decoration? What hostage can stay so clean and tidy, with even his hairdo not messed up?"

In the corridor, Victor scolded: "I even reminded you at the beginning to observe more, but you can only see the most obvious. Next!"

"Seine Mutter!"
The candidate cursed angrily and turned around angrily. He even pushed the female hostage as he passed by her, obviously very unconvinced.

The female hostage did not care about the other party. After all, she could understand why the other party was like this. If she failed this assessment, she would naturally not be able to enjoy the first-tier treatment, and her salary would be much less. Also, the arrangement made by the supervisor was really sinister. Who would have thought that a hostage female hostage was actually in cahoots with the bandits?
Everyone outside is eagerly waiting, wanting to know what's going on inside and whether the guy who went in first has passed the test, because they are being tested one by one, and although everyone's storyline is different, in order to prevent some people from figuring out the pattern by observing other people's test results, they are not allowed to observe the test process. This is not normal training.

"Come out, come out!"

"Hey man, how did it turn out?"

"What is the content of the assessment?"

"Tell me, man, what exactly is the assessment about?"

When the candidate heard his comrade's question, the indignant expression on his face subsided a little and he said nothing more. He had already suffered a loss from such an assessment setting. If others had been warned by him and were prepared for this, he would have been at a loss.

"Next, Lauren!"

Before they could continue asking questions, a staff member came out with a list, put a cross on the portrait of the last examinee with a ballpoint pen, and notified the next examinee.

"It's your turn, Lauren!"

"Come on, let these old Russians see our German special forces!"

"Most definitely!"

Lauren nodded heavily, took a deep breath and strode inside. He didn't know what he would face next, but Lauren was not afraid of any difficulties and could accept any form of assessment!

In the corridor, after Lauren walked to the middle of the examination area, Victor gave the order: "Begin!"

The hood dropped and enveloped Lauren, and his world instantly fell into darkness. Soon he heard a rumbling sound and a slight vibration of the ground from outside. Knowing that the other party was setting up the scene, he instantly perked up. He didn't know what the comrade who just came in had experienced, but his face was not looking good, which meant that the other party was likely to have unsatisfactory assessment results, which was enough to show that this assessment would not be easy.

Swish!
It was still about thirty seconds, and the hood was suddenly pulled up. Lauren squinted his eyes and began to observe the environment, while his hands kept moving. He held the gun, turned off the safety, and adjusted the single shot.

The scene this time was an environment similar to a living room. A man and a woman were sitting on the sofa in front of him. The man's left hand was behind the woman's back, and it was unclear what he was doing. The woman had her hands raised. About one meter in front of Lauren's left, there was a man in plain clothes, holding a SIG P226 tactical semi-automatic pistol and pointing it at the two people on the sofa.

"Hey, take your hands out, let me see your hands!"

The man with the gun shouted at the two people on the sofa. Under his shouting, the man on the sofa took his hand out and gave a French salute.

"Very good, keep this pose!"

The gunman relaxed a little and said without turning his head: "Hey, help me tie them up!"

Three people, two camps, two without hot weapons, one with a pistol, all in plain clothes, it is impossible to determine who the gangster is!

Lauren was observing with a frown on his face while keeping a distance from the gunman. He didn't know which side to point the gun at for a moment. His own camp must be the special forces camp. Now he needed to confirm whether the two people on the sofa were hostages or captured gangsters.

"Hey, man, what are you standing there for? Help me tie up these two guys!"

"Sir, don't listen to him, please save us!"

"Damn it, what are you waiting for, tie them up!"

Both sides insisted on their own opinions and kept urging Lauren in order to confuse him and disrupt his thoughts. This kind of assessment was time-limited. The longer he took, the lower his final score would be. But he didn't dare to make a rash decision for the moment. He didn't have any information and didn't know which of the two camps was his teammate. The man on the sofa might be a hostage, but the guy with a gun in front of his left might also be his enemy. If his judgment was wrong, the assessment would definitely end with a very ugly result. But he had to make a decision, because once a decision was made, whether it was right or wrong, he could not regret it. Even if he was wrong, he had to convince the assessment instructor to approve it.

Oh, right, a pistol!
SIG P226 tactical semi-automatic pistol!
How could ordinary gangsters afford such high-end stuff?
Lauren's eyes lit up, feeling that he had grasped the key point. He then carefully observed the man with the gun again and soon found another suspicious point: the boots!
Military boots!

Magnum 511 series special combat boots!
This is my teammate!

Then the two people on the sofa must be the gangsters, and the teammates temporarily controlled the gangsters!
Having made up his mind, Lauren no longer hesitated and immediately took out the rope to tie up the two people on the sofa tightly. As expected, when he was tying them up, he found a black Glock 17C pistol on the sofa.

However, he knew that this was just an assessment and not a real attempt to capture the person, so although he tied him up tightly, he also considerately tied a loose knot.

"Hey man, good job!"

The gunman smiled with satisfaction, glanced at the two people tied up on the sofa, gave them a sympathetic look, and then gave Lauren a thumbs up, praising his binding skills. "It's over!"

In the corridor, Victor nodded with satisfaction, and then asked Lauren below: "I need an explanation. Why did you ignore the armed personnel and instead follow their instructions to tie up two unarmed hostages?"

"Report to the instructor!"

Lauren put away his gun and stood at attention, answering loudly: "Because he is my teammate!"

"How do you determine if the other person is your teammate?"

Victor continued to ask.

"Report, he is holding a SIG P226 tactical semi-automatic pistol, which is a high-end product of SIG Sauer. The market price is about 800-1000 US dollars. The one in his hand is a tactical model with a modular design. There is a Picatinny rail installed on the bottom of the receiver and a gun light. The price is more than 1000 US dollars. It is impossible for ordinary gangsters to use such high-end goods. The Magnum 511 series special combat boots on his feet are also high-end products. The most important thing is that I am wearing the same tactical boots on my feet. Based on the above analysis, he is my teammate and has temporarily controlled the two gangsters!"

Lauren spoke out her analysis and judgment in one breath, with clear logic and evidence.

"Very good, able to make judgments in a short time, quick thinking, good insight, qualified!"

In the corridor, Victor heard the other party's explanation and analysis, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, and he operated a few times on the tablet in his hand.

Name: Lauren.

Age: 31.

Grade: Excellent.

Evaluation: Quick thinking, strong insight, and decisive action.

"Reset, next!"

After finishing everything, Victor gave an order and signaled the next person to take the test.

"Congratulations, man, you're awesome!"

The man with the gun just now praised Lauren with a smile on his face.

"Thanks for the compliment, man."

Lauren smiled back, put away his gun and walked outside. He knew from the situation that he should be qualified, and he felt happy in his heart. After all, he had carefully studied the benefits of the first-tier employees, and they were so generous. Even compared with the supervisors of other PMC companies, it was not low. Some PMC companies might not even have such a high salary. He really came to the right place this time!

The next person to come in was Taylor, a man who could escape from the hands of death. Even Sean was very interested in him. Naturally, Victor was also more concerned about him. After all, he could survive after having his throat cut. This could definitely be called a legend.

There are so many people in the world, who wouldn’t die on the spot if their neck was cut?

But this Taylor, not only did he not die on the spot, he was successfully rescued and is still alive and well!
"I am looking forward to seeing how this man, who is favored by God, will perform..."

Victor glanced at Lauren who had already walked to the examination area, and first pressed the headset to give a few instructions, and then gave an order: "Begin!"

Swish!
As the hood was lowered, Lauren's world fell into darkness. He frowned immediately because a very serious noise began to come from the hood. It was a bit harsh and made him very uncomfortable. He could not hear any movement outside and could only feel the ground vibrating faintly. However, he did not take it seriously. After all, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. If others can bear it, why can't he? Is he worse than others?
But what he didn't know was that even Lauren who had just left didn't receive such treatment. I don't know how he would feel if he knew that Victor thought he was too good and deliberately increased the intensity for him.

Time passed minute by minute, the ground vibration had stopped for a while, and the harsh noise from the hood was no longer heard, but the hood was still not taken off by the other party, which made him feel a little confused.

His whole world seemed quiet, so quiet that he could even clearly hear his own breathing and heartbeat. As time went by, he began to feel a little annoyed and his concentration was distracted, but the hood remained motionless, as if he had been forgotten by the other party.

Taylor didn't know how long he had been in this world of pure darkness. His mind had begun to become a little dazed, and his body's center of gravity was losing control. His feet were unsteady and he began to stumble around in place, as if he was drunk.

He knew that his concentration was completely breaking down!
This made him even more irritated, and in a trance, he seemed to be back in the original battle, where he was pinned to the ground by the enemy, his neck cut open by the enemy's extreme force, a whale harpoon and a survival knife, and he could even feel the cold wind pouring into his trachea, as if he were experiencing it all over again.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out to cover his neck, and his whole body stumbled and stood unsteadily, as if he would fall to the ground at any time.

Swish!
The black hood was suddenly retracted without any warning, and the dazzling white light shone into his eyes, making him subconsciously want to close his eyes. The world before his eyes was white, as if he had been hit by a flash bomb, and he could not see anything at all. Tears flowed uncontrollably, but he did not close his eyes and wait to adapt. He still stared stubbornly, and his eyeballs were covered with bloodshot, as red as a devil.

This is just adaptation. It is what happens when a person stays in a dark environment for a long time and the light suddenly comes on. Under normal circumstances, he should close his eyes and wait for ten seconds or so, so that he can slowly adapt. But this is a test. A few seconds on the battlefield can be fatal, let alone ten seconds?
The white world before my eyes began to have blurred outlines, and everything around me seemed to be covered with thick mosaics, but it gradually became clear.

After his vision was basically restored, Taylor was finally able to observe the situation in the scene. It was still a living room scene. There were a man and a woman sitting on the sofa in front of him. The woman sat upright with her hands behind her back, and in front of the woman stood a man wearing a balaclava with a gun pointed at her head.

"Save me, save me, save me, I'm still young and I don't want to die here!"

The woman looked terrified and asked Taylor for help.

This seems to be the most common hostage-taking emergency scenario, but would the assessment of Taylor really be that simple?

The answer is no. Victor would not give him such a simple scenario. That would underestimate the value of Taylor's KSK unit retirement and his ability to escape from the hands of death.

Bang, bang!
Taylor pulled the trigger without hesitation. One of the two bullets hit the gunman's body, and the other hit the gunman's head.

He is different from others who use more Mozambique who uses three shots: two shots to control, one shot to kill, and finally a shot to make up. He uses one shot to control, one shot to kill, and finally a shot to make up. However, there is no hard requirement for this, as long as it conforms to the shooting concept of controlling first, then killing, and then a shot to make up.

(End of this chapter)