Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 411 Debate
The gunman fell to the ground. He walked up to the gunman and shot him in the head again, then kicked the gun away, separating him from the gun.

"Thank you, sir, you saved my life!"

The woman on the sofa had a surprised expression on her face and her tone was full of gratitude.

"Ma'am, please don't move. Show me your hands!"

Taylor did not let his guard down just because the other person was a woman. He pointed his gun at the woman and issued a warning without any hesitation.

Bang!

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open from the outside. Since the woman on the sofa was a vulnerable group and had no obvious weapons at the moment, Taylor turned around instantly to deal with the threat from behind.

A sturdy white man wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt and with empty hands walked in swaggeringly without any communication, as if he directly ignored Taylor and the gun in his hand. He walked around the room aimlessly, jumping up and down from time to time, like a lunatic.

The two people, a man and a woman, were not found to be carrying any weapons or dangerous goods. In this comparison, the male latecomer was naturally more threatening. Taylor pointed his gun at the white strong man, but because the other party did not have any weapons in his hands, the conditions for killing him were not met, and he could not shoot immediately.

As a mercenary on a real battlefield, he might not need to consider so much, but this is an assessment, and everything is carried out according to the normal special forces, because this can better demonstrate the candidate's insight and adaptability. Otherwise, he would not be able to determine the identities of these people anyway, so he could just kill them all directly, and there would be no point in the assessment.

"Hold on buddy, put your hands up!"

Taylor aimed his gun at the other man and shouted a warning.

But the white burly man ignored him at all and continued to wander around as usual, making faces at him from time to time, and intentionally getting closer to Taylor to attract Taylor's attention.

"Damn it! Put your hands up, get down where you are, and don't come any closer, or I'll shoot!"

Taylor issued a warning again and kept backing away, always keeping a safe distance from the white man to ensure that the other party could not attack him.

At this moment, Taylor suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He turned around without hesitation and pulled the trigger of the gun in his hand.

Bang bang, bang!

The woman who had just been sitting on the sofa was now sitting on the ground, covering her left cheek and grimacing. It was obvious that the paintballs at close range made her feel some pain, and in her left hand was holding the pistol that the man who played the gangster had just used.

Whoosh!
A strong wind blew from behind, but he had no time to dodge. The strong white man who had just been wandering around like a lunatic took advantage of the moment when he turned around and shot the woman to death and suddenly pounced on his back and tightly clamped his neck with both hands!

"Shit!"

Although he was grabbed by the neck from behind, he did not panic at all, because as long as the other party showed obvious intention to attack, he would be able to kill him, no matter what method was used.

Taylor felt the opponent's hand on his neck getting tighter and tighter, and the whole person was completely hung on him and brought to the ground, with legs clasped above his hips, one hand tightly around his neck in front, and the other hand holding his head from behind, obviously trying to do a rear-naked choke.

In this position, it was obvious that a naked choke had already formed. It was impossible to break free by force. Taylor had no intention of breaking free by force. He expressionlessly tightened his neck to resist the opponent's choke, while his left hand reached into his waist pocket and took out a magic weapon specifically for breaking naked chokes.

ZORRO military windproof lighter!
laugh!
The flame lit up and burned the opponent's arm. The opponent immediately loosened his arm in pain. The naked choke was naturally broken by itself. Taylor turned over without hesitation and shot the opponent to death.

Bang, bang!
"Sukabile, you actually used a lighter, that's really insidious!"

The sturdy white man complained while rubbing his burned arm, where a blister had already appeared and his thick black body hair had curled up shyly due to the burn.

"Sorry man, I can't let you strangle me."

Taylor shrugged and said sorry, but he didn't mean it at all.

"Sergeant Taylor, please tell me why you didn't take control of the female hostage on the sofa right away?"

In the corridor, seeing that the assessment was over, Victor picked up the loud speaker and began to ask questions.

"The door opened too quickly. I didn't have time!"

Hearing Victor's question from above, Taylor put away his gun, looked up, and answered loudly.

"So this is why you made a mistake?"

Victor had no intention of letting him go and continued to ask questions relentlessly.

"No, sir, I don't think the way I handled it was wrong."

Taylor shook his head, refusing to acknowledge the other party's point of view.

"You think you were right? That you should have ignored the threat of the lady with the gun?"

Victor keenly grasped the loophole in the other party's words and asked a soul-searching question. If Taylor answered in the same way as he did at this time, then there would be no doubt that he would fail the assessment.

"The door was behind me, and a man came in. I personally think that the threat from men should be given priority, so I focused more on men. Moreover, the lady was unarmed at the time and was held hostage by the gangsters before I rescued her. Maybe I should have considered more points, such as the fact that the lady was actually used by them to confuse me and was their person. But I still don't think my way of handling the situation was wrong. After all, I can't always prioritize controlling an unarmed woman and then subdue a man approaching me from behind."

Taylor's mind was so quick that he was not fooled at all. He paused and said with a slightly sarcastic tone: "Instructor, do you mean to say that on the battlefield we should give priority to dealing with a hostage-taking woman, and then deal with the threat from a man behind her?" At this stage of the assessment, Taylor had already understood all the content of today's assessment. Making the right judgment and killing the gangsters were actually just prerequisites for passing the assessment. The real assessment was actually in Victor's final question and answer. As long as his answer was logical and convinced the other party, even if he shot all the people at the beginning, his assessment result would be qualified. On the contrary, he would fail, no matter how perfect his performance was. This seemed to be an assessment of their eloquence, but in fact it was an assessment of their ability to adapt to changes and whether their thinking was agile and flexible.

This is the real core!

That's why he dared to confront the opponent like this. In that situation, he didn't think that anyone else could do better than him. There was no perfect answer to this question at all, because anyone who came would lose sight of one thing while focusing on another. The woman was not obviously armed, so the conditions for attacking could not be met. He could not directly shoot and kill her, and the same was true for the white strong man who came in later. None of them had obvious weapons, nor did they have obvious intentions to attack. He could not attack first and take the initiative to strike first.

There are two people on the other side, one in front and one behind, and he has to take care of the back. So he has to leave his back to the woman, and if he dares to ignore the white strong man coming in from behind and focus on the woman in front, then the man behind him will succeed, so this is a test question that has no real correct answer at all.

It really is a compulsory subject for SEAL Team Six. I wonder how many white seals who aspire to become a member of SEAL Team Six will be stopped by this question, or similar questions.

"Very good, Sergeant Taylor. Your answer may not be the most perfect, but it is definitely correct. I look forward to us fighting side by side in the future!"

In the corridor, Victor smiled and stopped questioning the other party. He gave an order directly: "Reset, next!"

As the staff below began to reset the scene, Victor picked up the tablet in his hand and started operating it.

Name: Taylor.

Age: 28 years old.

Grade: Excellent.

Evaluation: Decisive actions, quick thinking, and strong adaptability.

“Congratulations, man!”

"Thank you, the rear-naked choke is great."

"Hey, don't mention it. I promise, if I had known you could use a lighter, I would never have tried to subdue you with a naked choke. Damn it, look at what you've done. You've already got a big blister!"

When the white man heard the other party praising his good naked choke, his face instantly fell, and the blisters on his hands were still painful. He was really talking about something that was not relevant.

"Sorry man, but if it happens again, I don't think I will use ZORRO's windproof lighter again."

Taylor shrugged, glanced at the blisters on the other's forearm and a few strands of burnt and curled body hair, and said, "I'll choose a straight-in windproof lighter."

After saying that, Taylor turned around and left the training room with a gun slung over his shoulder.

"Sukabulie, damn German, are you a devil?"

The sturdy white man complained indignantly that a straight-in windproof lighter would not just make a bubble, it would probably be able to cook a small piece of meat!

Those who come to take the S&T course assessment are all veterans. There are not many veterans among the veterans. After all, everyone knows their own business. Those who are not good at this will naturally not sign up for the assessment of this project. Of course, there are also some guys who want to get the first-tier employee treatment and come to try their luck.

But it is obvious that you cannot pass this project by relying on luck, because it tests not only the combat qualities of the candidates, but also many other abilities, such as agility of thinking and logic, judgment, insight, adaptability, and eloquence, or language organization ability. No one can fill in the gaps here, let alone not being good enough. Even candidates who are good enough may face unsatisfactory results.

There were more than fifty people who signed up for the test, but only eight people successfully obtained qualified results. Moreover, only Taylor, Lauren and another candidate who retired from GSG8 received excellent evaluations, while the others all received qualified evaluations.

No one was dissatisfied with this. Even the candidate who initially thought that Victor was cheating did not feel it was unfair in the end, because they asked about the content of the test for Taylor. When they learned that Taylor was covered with a hood and noise was played for so long that his concentration collapsed and he had obvious compliance, they all secretly called him abnormal. They thought they were deliberately made difficult by Victor, but they did not expect that the one who was actually made difficult was Taylor, and he even got an excellent grade. Naturally, no one would feel dissatisfied.

They don't think they can achieve the same level as Taylor, and can only lament that their abilities are not enough.

In a word, if you are not good at it, practice more!
However, they all received the treatment of second-tier employees. After all, they were all former special agents. They might not be at the top level, but they were good enough not to be demoted to the third-tier treatment.

While Victor was dividing them into teams, he received a call from the president's office. He then took a deep look at Taylor in the queue below, responded with a few words and hung up the phone.

"Taylor, step out!"

Taylor, who was called alone, was a little confused, but still stood out from the queue.

"I just received a notice that you don't need to participate in the division. The first team will consist of seven people from Lauren. Please go to the president's office."

A hint of envy flashed across Victor's eyes. After all, once he caught the president's eye, the treatment he would receive in the future would not be just that of a first-tier employee. Being kept by the president would probably be used as a personal bodyguard to supplement the team, or to do other things. But no matter what it was, his salary would definitely be the most generous except for the top executives of the company's departments.

Of course, this is not something Victor envied. After all, he is the head of the military department of the headquarters and his treatment is not bad. But he envied being able to travel with the president. Free traveling around the world is not the only thing. The main thing is to stay by the president's side, where there are battles to fight and his combat skills can be put to good use.

Although Victor is almost forty years old this year, deep down he still likes the thrill of adrenaline rush on the battlefield. To put it bluntly, he is a simple warmongerer who likes a life of gunfire and bullets. Staying in the headquarters is too boring for him.

What? You said that being a frontline fighter would give you more fighting chances?

What a joke, aren't there enough fighting opportunities following Sean?
Don’t you see that this guy looks like a human-shaped Conan and will be attacked in any country he goes to?
"Good sir!"

Although Taylor didn't quite understand why the president of RFG Group wanted to meet him alone and excluded him from the team, he had no objection to this. After all, he was the only one from KSK, and after the team was divided, he would have to get used to each other again and build up their tacit understanding. The training tasks after that would inevitably be heavy. He didn't reject training, but it would certainly be better if he could avoid this kind of trouble.

(End of this chapter)