Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 84: After being caught in the rain, I tore up other people’s umbrellas
  The five of them are all from the top special forces. Naturally, they are not as upright as the soldiers in the ordinary army. The special forces are all about conspiracy and winning by surprise, not to mention that they are all the best among them.

The competition along the way was naturally exciting. How should I put it? It was like racing with passion, and all kinds of dirty tricks were used in an endless stream. We were not even halfway through the journey, and everyone was already bruised and swollen, but no one chose to give up. , the pride in their bones makes them not know what giving up is.

As for Sean, who never followed, the five of them did not consider him for the time being, because they were currently dealing with each other.

At first no one was convinced, you fuck me and I fuck you, but gradually some people began to show signs of fatigue. John and Blanc were getting older after all, and such intense consumption made their physical strength unable to keep up. I know this is not a normal mountain cross-country, and there are some fights along the way. You pull me and I pull each other, which is the most exhausting of energy.

Time passed by, and finally it was Luke Garcia from Delta Force (the Army's 1st Special Forces D Operations Detachment) who returned. He lived up to the title of the Army's strongest special forces, successfully got the flag and He left the others behind and was the first to rush back. However, just when he thought he was about to become the winner, an uninvited guest appeared.

Sean patted Chris on the shoulder and said, "Look, this guy helped me get the flag back. As a thank you, I'll give him a chance not to get beaten!"

Hearing this, even if his reaction was slow, Chris came to his senses. Yes, the rules said that it should be handed over to General Ross. Just taking it back does not mean victory.

It took almost half an hour and a high-intensity confrontation. This eight-kilometer road was not easy to walk. When Luke came back, he was out of breath, with a bruised nose and face. Faced with Sean who was blocking the road and robbing him, he secretly complained. There is a wolf in front and a tiger behind.

Luke is 1.77 meters tall, which is definitely a small man among the US military. Facing the 1.93 meter tall Sean, he is as petite as a chicken.

"Damn it, you despicable fellow!"

Luke cursed angrily.

Sean shrugged indifferently and said: "No, no, no, man, you have to know that I didn't break the rules. Although robbery is not very bright, it is very practical, isn't it?"

Although Sean's approach is not bright enough, everyone is from the special forces. Who cares about fairness? It is just the incompetent rage after the brain has been crushed. After venting a few words, he rushed forward, vowing to A showdown with Sean.

Perseverance, perseverance, and never giving up are also the characteristics of a special soldier. Even if he is exhausted physically and mentally and his condition declines seriously, he will still fight to the death.

Unfortunately, although a moth flies into a flame bravely, the fire still burns brightly.

He rushed forward and rolled to the side, trying to get past Sean with the unique flexibility of a small man, but Sean didn't give him a chance. He stretched out his big hand, grabbed his collar, and lifted it hard. Lift it up.

He threw it back and smashed it to the ground like a rolling gourd, just in time to bump into the other people who were just chasing him. The flag was already in Sean's hand.

Seeing this, the others immediately left Luke rolling on the ground and changed their targets and rushed towards Sean.

However, it was of no use. Facing a few exhausted guys, Sean acted like an adult bullying a child.

The one who rushed to the front was Jack. This guy was 1.95 meters tall and had a big bald head. If it weren't for the injuries on his face that ruined his momentum, he would be very oppressive.

I saw this guy move his two long legs and rush to the front. He raised his left hand and feinted with a jab. Just when he was about to jump to the side and use a heavy shot with his back hand or use a grapple, who knew he feinted? The left jab was firmly caught by Sean, and then he leaned forward and crashed into his arms.

He squatted down, put his right hand on his hip, and grabbed the collar with his left hand. He actually lifted it up, and with a strong hand, he threw it at the other people who were about to rush in front of him. They were immediately turned into a rolling gourd. Boom!
  "Ouch!" "Oh Maiga!" "Shet!" "Damn it!"

After doing all this, Sean did not stop any longer, but directly picked up the flag that had just been thrown on the ground, walked towards General Ross, and handed the flag to the opponent's hand, ending the competition.

"Oh my god, it's still possible!"

"This is so insidious!"

"What do you know? This is the victory of wisdom!"

Everyone present came to their senses, some praised it, and some thought it was too insidious, but Sean didn't care about that. No matter what the means, as long as it can achieve the goal with the minimum force, it is a good means worth using.

Although he is a big guy, he is not a reckless man with well-developed limbs and a simple mind. In fact, there are no such reckless men who can join the special forces.

Aboveboard and reckless?

Please, please take a look at how the special forces perform their tasks. Two words can be used throughout - sneak attack!
  "Congratulations, Mr. O'Connor, you are a guy who knows how to use his brain!"

General Ross took the flag from Sean and expressed his appreciation for Sean unabashedly.

"Thank you for your compliment, General Ross. I hope that in the following training, we can cooperate tacitly and successfully complete this international class training."

The two shook hands, which also meant that the selection of the chief instructor has officially come to an end. Classes will officially start tomorrow. As the chief instructor, Sean still has a lot to do, and the course arrangements need to be handled by him personally.

However, as a chief instructor, you can still enjoy some privileges, such as a single dormitory and an independent office. Although there is no independent bathroom, it is very good in this place.

When he arrived in his independent office, he opened the corresponding training materials and looked at them. He was thinking about what he should do tomorrow to give these students from all over the world a unique opening ceremony, the kind of talent that would be unforgettable for them. OK.

As for bringing students directly to the school like ordinary military academies, and then checking into the school and distributing basic supplies, that is impossible. This is a hunter school, a school that specializes in training special forces. Everything should be special and different from It's just normal. For example, give these proud soldiers a show of strength first, let them relive the taste of rookies, let them know who has the final say here, this is the correct way to open the special forces!

Moreover, Sean had experienced many welcome ceremonies like this in his previous life. From the Marine Corps to the SEALs, and finally to Team 6, when was there not a welcome ceremony that was unique and unique?

Now it was finally his turn to train others. There was no reason to make them comfortable, otherwise he would feel sorry for himself.

In short, if you have been caught in the rain, you will tear up other people's umbrellas!
  Sean opened the roster for this training, ready to see which countries' proud soldiers there were.

(End of this chapter)