Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 83 Chief Instructor Selection
  There were only about thirty people present, including school personnel. In such a wide space as the indoor training ground, small actions like Sean's whispering could not escape the eyes of others.

General Ross frowned and glanced at Chris, who was smiling obscenely, and didn't say much, but it was obvious that he didn't have a good impression of the guy in his heart, and Sean, who was whispering to him, also took it to heart.

General Ross still talked endlessly about the history and purpose of the Hunter School, in short, all kinds of scene talk.

The female doctor behind him turned her head and looked over with interest. She was the girl that Chris and Sean were discussing just now. After seeing the obscene smile on Chris's face, she silently labeled him a obscene man in her heart. Tag of.

Chris, this guy, showed a graceful smile to the girl without knowing it. If he hadn't just seen his obscene smile, it might have left a good first impression on him.

Sean reminded Chris with a look of gloating: "Hey, the smile on your face just now was a bit obscene, and it was seen by others."

Hearing this, Chris' face darkened, feeling that his plan to pick up girls might be in trouble.

He knows very well how important the first impression is. Once a bad impression is left, it is difficult to reverse it.

"There are students from 20 countries in this international class. They will all officially report to the school tomorrow, so we need to select the chief instructor of the international class today. Currently, there are six people who meet the qualifications of the chief instructor."

Hearing this, there was a commotion in the stadium. These instructors thought that a chief instructor was selected among all of them, and they were very excited. But now they were told that only six people could participate in the competition. This was undoubtedly a waste of time. cold water.

"What do you mean? If any of us here are not from the major special forces, we are not qualified. Then I want to see what kind of talents are qualified to compete!"

A tall black man roared loudly and stared angrily at the crowd, wanting to know who these six people were.

General Ross ignored him and directly began to name names and attached information about their origins.

"John Will, former officer of the 160th Special Operations Aviation Regiment of the U.S. Army!"

"Brian Rodriguez, former US Navy Special Warfare Research Group Chief Petty Officer!"

"Sean O'Connor, Chief Petty Officer of the U.S. Navy's Special Warfare Research Group!"

"Luke Garcia, former U.S. Army 1st Special Forces Group D Combat Detachment Sergeant Major!"

"Jack Martin, former instructor of the U.S. Navy's Special Warfare Research Group!"

"Blank Gernes, former instructor of the 75th Ranger Regiment of the U.S. Army!"

Now the whole place fell silent. They were not the kind of brainless villains waiting to be slapped in the face. No one here was a fool. Everyone was from the special forces. They knew very well the value of the unit these six people were in, and even more Not to mention that these six people are either sergeants, officers, or instructors, this position is enough to suppress them.

Obviously, there is no shady secret in the competition for chief instructor, it is just that he is qualified.

As for Sean and the others whose names were called, you look at me and I look at you. This is the opponent waiting for you. Of course, they have to observe each other, especially Brian and Jack, who glance at each other for a while. After a while, I glanced at Sean. They were all from the same army, so I was naturally more curious.

As for you asking where Sean's identity came from, it's very simple. The forgery by the church is not actually a forgery. After all, although it is not the same system, the two departments still cooperate very closely. You have to help Sean in the system. It is still possible to enter an identity internally, and he can still say that he is retired from SEAL Team 6 in the future. The system of SEAL Team 6 will have all his training, service and retirement experience. Of course, it is not necessary. The method of the campaign is very simple. General Ross placed a Venezuelan flag on the top of a mountain four kilometers away. Whoever gets the flag first and hands it back to General Ross wins. The rule is that the use of any weapons is prohibited, which means that you can Capture the flag by any means while using your bare hands.

This is not a speed competition, it is a competition of personal physical fitness and combat acumen. Just being able to fight or run fast is definitely not enough. Several people present are very clear about the dangers contained in this rule.

Beep!
  With General Ross's whistle, the five people participating in the competition rushed out one after another, no one wanted to fall behind. There was also a guy among them who was quite insidious. He didn't want to leave others behind, but ran after others. The competition was fierce, and the instructors who were not participating in the competition were whistling and stamping their feet to boo.

"Beautiful, trip him!"

"Kick his ass!"

"Shet, you can punch him!"

"Damn it, what do you do with such a big body? Turn around and beat him up, don't embarrass our team six!"

"Hey, who are you talking about? Take off your clothes and cover his head!"

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However, there is a different kind of guy among them, and that is Sean, because he is also one of the whistlers, and he shouts the loudest!

All the instructors and school staff were stunned by this behavior. Even General Ross was speechless and shocked.

No, what the hell are you doing? Why are you still making noise here? You are a contestant!
  Why, do you really think of yourself as an audience?
  Chris couldn't help coming over and grabbing his collar and reminding him: "Hey, Sean, stop teasing, you won't have a chance if you don't start!"

Sean shrugged indifferently and said: "No, you are wrong. I don't need to run eight kilometers like a fool to get the flag!"

This confused Chris: "Could someone be stupid enough to bring the flag to you?"

"Of course!" Sean said with certainty: "No matter who gets the flag, he will be very willing to give it to me!"

Others were even more confused when they heard this. Who would give you the flag?
  No, why should I?

However, some people thought about it and realized that the rules stipulated that victory must be handed over to General Ross. Sean could have snatched the flag before then, so that he would not have to compete with others. Just give the victor a beating.

General Ross glanced at Sean with interest. He had a flexible mind and could accurately grasp the key points of the problem. He was good at getting the desired results with the minimum effort and was also good at exploiting loopholes.

After the players ran away, no one was cheering. Instead, they looked at the illuminated big screen with interest based on the images transmitted back through the drone tracking.

The selection competition is not far away, with a total of eight kilometers round trip. However, within these eight kilometers, the contestants not only have to pass through difficult mountain roads, but also obstacle courses. Of course, they also have to guard against other contestants and human-made troubles. is the biggest trouble.

(End of this chapter)