Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 975 Special Mission: Sniper Killing Aries

Third brother, in a certain camp.

A large number of soldiers wearing brown and yellow camouflage uniforms and with dark skin are carrying out daily exercises.

At this time, several black Hummers drove in from outside, and the cars stopped directly on their training ground, pressing down on the grass.

The third brother who was training suddenly frowned and looked over there with dissatisfaction.

The car door opened, and soldiers wearing black combat uniforms and equipped with a full set of the latest American tactical equipment got out of the car.

It was obvious that when they got out of the car, the shock absorbers of the Hummer were raised a bit.

When he saw the person coming, the third brother's face suddenly changed. Some were alert, some were envious, and some even made gestures with their hands in front of their chests, showing admiration.

That’s right, the team that came was America’s top special forces, the Navy SEALs, which is also recognized internationally as the most powerful special forces.

This team is the strongest first-tier team among the Navy SEALs, SEAL Team Six.

The leading man was a colonel, about forty or fifty years old, with slightly graying beard on his temples.

But his eagle-like sharp eyes and the powerful aura he exudes are really not to be underestimated.

"Colonel Vincent, welcome!"

At this time, a fat lieutenant colonel from the third brother's side came jogging with his men to meet them.

Vincent glanced at him, hummed briefly, and then strode forward.

The fat lieutenant colonel was a little embarrassed, but he still followed all the way: "Colonel, you must have had a hard time traveling all the way. How about I arrange for you to have something to eat, some beer, and then take a shower and rest?"

Vincent stopped and turned to look at the fat man with a hint of coldness in his eyes.

The fat man was a little nervous and quickly explained, "Colonel, it's still daytime now, so we can only arrange these things. Wait until dark, wait until dark, we will have a special program that will definitely satisfy you and let you relax!"

Vincent sneered: "Thank you for your kindness, but it's not necessary."

"what?"

The fat man turned his head and looked at the soldier behind him with a puzzled look on his face.

As far as he knew, this was the same process for American soldiers who had come here as guests in the past.

Some people will even arrange some local specialties before leaving, and give you a big red envelope to take back.

What, Colonel Vincent, does he think this arrangement is too simple?

The fat man explained that there would be some religious activities in the local area in a while, so some relaxation arrangements could only be limited.

But he promised that he would do his best to serve these Western gentlemen comfortably and make them feel at home.

Vincent put his hands on his shoulders, then clamped his trapezius muscle like a pair of pliers. The fat man screamed in pain.

Seeing this scene, all the soldiers in the camp became nervous instantly and rushed up to surround the group of "visitors".

But the SEALs just continued chewing gum, glanced at them casually, and didn't take them seriously.

Vincent continued to do what he always did, saying, "We in SEAL Team Six have a habit of not drinking alcohol during missions, and we will not accept any special programs you arrange."

"Only trash, cowards, and bastards would be paralyzed by alcohol and women. These things will only affect our combat effectiveness and the speed of drawing our guns!"

After saying that, he pushed the fat man away. The fat man staggered back several steps and almost fell to the ground.

Damn it, he was just following orders from his superiors, who would have thought he would meet a "gentleman"?

That's not right. Don't these American soldiers love beer, women, and carnival the most?

The fat man felt a little guilty: "Then, I'll take you to the dormitory first?"

Before Vincent could speak, the deputy captain Kevin in the back directly refused: "We've rested all the way on the plane. Take us to the training ground to familiarize ourselves with the environment. We are here to work, not to travel."

The fat man nodded repeatedly and quickly arranged for someone to take them to the competition venue to familiarize them with the environment.

As the SEAL Team 6 members all got into the car and left, people around them talked about it.

"Is this the professionalism of top special forces?"

"It seems that they are very different from the soldiers I met before who came to our training."

"Yeah, they rushed straight to the competition venue right after getting off the plane. I'm afraid fighting is the only thing on these guys' minds."

"I heard that Americans have beer, butter, and ice cream in their blood, but it seems that's not entirely true."

......

Twenty minutes later, the team arrived at the outskirts of the competition venue.

Vincent got out of the car with a dozen SEALs from Team Six.

When they walked in, they saw many people already training inside.

There was not much expression on Vincent's face, he was as serious and stern as ever. On the contrary, the deputy captain Kevin couldn't help but sneer after seeing the armbands of those guys.

They laughed and said the reason was very simple, because the so-called local Cobra special forces built according to the Delta had already been familiar with it and started training early on.

This means that people have already mastered all the questions in the upcoming exam. Can this be called fair, just and open?

The fat man quickly ran over and greeted Amira, the captain of the Cobra. Amira turned her head and saw the chuckles on the faces of the seals, and she felt a little unhappy.

"Let them visit on their own. I'm busy with training and don't have time to entertain them."

"But this will make it difficult for me to do..."

"What's your trouble to me? Stop getting in the way and stand aside!"

After saying that, Amira left without even saying goodbye to SEAL Team Six.

There are those in the Indian army who worship foreign things, but there are also those who firmly believe that their own nation is the strongest and who have a deep sense of pride in the troops trained locally.

They firmly believe that they will be able to train a top-notch special forces force that will surpass Europe and America and stand at the top of the world.

As for the Yan Country's special forces, they don't take them seriously at all. In the eyes of many third brothers, their economy, technology and military are much more developed than Yan Country.

Therefore, they looked down on the Northwest Sky Wolves from the bottom of their hearts, and even felt that they could defeat them in the upcoming anti-terrorism exercises.

There is only one opponent in Amira's eyes, and that is SEAL Team Six. The reason why they came here to train and familiarize themselves with the team long in advance is that they want to defeat the SEALs in the competition, and use the reputation of the world's top special forces to successfully spread the fame of Cobra!

Vincent took a quick look and said, "Although the competition is secondary and the main thing is the upcoming mission, we still have to pay attention. Let's go take a quick look and familiarize ourselves with the environment."

"Yes."

The team dispersed and each went to familiarize themselves with the venue.

But Vincent walked aside, took out a satellite phone and dialed a number.

After a while, the call was hung up, and the deputy captain Kevin came back to him and asked in a low voice.

"Captain, has the content of the special mission been finalized?"

"Ah."

"How to say?"

"Operation codename: Slaughter the Sheep. Sniper kill, the person wearing a white goat mask, and everyone around him..."