Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 584 Chapter 574
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.

Bang! Unfortunately, Taylor not only did not die on the spot, but 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.

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.

"Ah!" "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 that he laughed at the other party in the corridor. The other party still didn't understand what was going on. "Isn't it true? The gangsters held hostages at gunpoint. Why did she have a gun hidden 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 looking forward to it, 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.

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.

(End of this chapter)