Battlefield Contract Worker

?Lin Rui took a nap in the co-pilot's seat, still unable to escape from that nightmare. In his mind, the beautiful scenery of the small mountain village and the helpless struggle of his comrades-in-arms when they were dying were scattered in his mind. The real battlefield, the battlefield where the enemy and the enemy are clearly defined, life and death are clearly defined. At the beginning of the operation, your only goal is to kill your opponent, otherwise you will be killed yourself. The whizzing bullets splatter overhead, and you can feel the heat from them, like an old-fashioned fluorescent lamp shining on the top of your bare head.

The swirling shrapnel makes you unable to distinguish the direction, and there are explosion traps in front, back, left and right, with no way to go and nowhere to escape. Thinking of this, Lin Rui in his sleep couldn't help shaking his head in pain, as if to shake off all this. When he sat upright again, the scene filled with gunpowder slowly receded, but another terrifying picture gradually became clear.

That face, Lin Rui will never forget those hideous, helpless and desperate faces. This was the enemy he had killed. They had just so arrogantly grabbed his neck and tried to kill him, but now they were as soft as a pile of mud. Their hands and feet twitched and spasmed, and suddenly they froze.

The ferocious expression on his face slowly subsided, and fear and despair gradually spread. Fear, the only expression on such a face when it is dying is also fear, and the fear of death stems from the association of death. Perhaps thinking of the burning of hellfire as they were dying, his face changed shape with fear, and the diffused features seemed comical.

The eyes of the deceased, those eyes that were bigger than copper bells, those blank eyes, were deeply engraved in Lin Rui's mind. At this moment, they seem to be in front of him, so close, so close...

"Rick, are you okay?" Snake Eyes turned his head as he drove the car. Seeing that the expression on the young captain's face was not quite right, he couldn't help asking.

"Oh, I'm fine." Lin Rui woke up.

"Have a nightmare again?" Snake looked at him and said.

"Yes." Lin Rui smiled bitterly.

"It's okay, it's normal to have nightmares, there's nothing to worry about. The scary thing is to get used to nightmares." Snake Eye shook his head.

Snake Eye comforted Lin Rui with his practical experience. He laughed and talked about the deafening sound of gunfire and explosions when he first participated in an operation, and his whole body trembled so much that he almost couldn't hold the gun in his hand. A short gun requires the strength of two hands. Afterwards, tremblingly curled up into a ball.

The trembling, the fear and the tremors are palpable. For a long time after that, he couldn't get the crouched image out of his mind. Even though Snake Eye is a Texan who has played with guns since he was a child, the first shot to kill is still a major event in his life.

Crazy Horse was sitting in their seats next to each other, also recalling his first move. It was when he was still in the U.S. military, and he was ordered to rescue a hostage held by extremists. After the two sides exchanged fire, at first they were able to cope. Gradually, the roar of gunfire shook his mind and began to numb. Every turn and shot becomes very difficult, and the brain can no longer control the actions of the body. The cranial nerves are intertwined in chaos.

Fortunately, the second lieutenant was there that time, and the **** issued orders to him like a puppet, directing his actions. While Crazy Horse mechanically executes his orders, his brain is no longer functioning. Afterwards, it was the second lieutenant who came over and patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's okay, it's normal. Everyone has times of weakness. But if you want to survive, you have to be a tough guy. Don't be a hero, but be a tough guy."

Today, when I heard the words that Crazy Horse once said, Lin Rui still felt very ridiculed, and he couldn't help but glance at Crazy Horse.

"It's perfectly normal, Yankee. I was just like you, but your second lieutenant was a good teacher. Don't be ashamed of it. We're all the same, it's human. No one will laugh at you, if anyone If you do that, it can only show that he is ignorant. German, how did you feel when you killed someone for the first time?" Sergey shrugged and turned to ask the sausage beside him.

"Of course, sir. In fact, I don't know how I feel. Shooting, killing people, it's terrible, but it's not exactly that, and I can't tell." Sausage thought for a while.

"But it's exciting at the same time, isn't it?" Sergey scoffed.

"Maybe yes, I don't know." Sausage couldn't say anything.

Lin Rui nodded, "That's the nature of this job. Our job is to kill the enemy and protect witnesses. That's our job. At the beginning, you'll feel very uncomfortable. Whistling and flying over your head Bullets, explosions that can happen at any time, make you feel at a loss, you can't even hold the gun, let alone aim and fire. Sometimes you find that what you have learned is not useful at all~www.readwn .com~ Everything has to start from scratch, everything has to be figured out by yourself.

Of course, you have to be smart, otherwise, you will go to see God when you haven't figured it out yet, of course it won't work. So you start to adapt gradually, you can find the right direction even in the hail of bullets, and you have a keen sense of smell, you can immediately find hidden enemies, take various means to kill the enemy, and protect yourself and your teammates. That means you're starting to get on the right track.

You will continue to get exercise in practice again and again, sum up all kinds of rich experience. After that, you will develop a sense of dependence on the work, like an addiction. When you have a job, you feel excited and energized. Performing tasks is no longer a job or a burden for you, but an essential part of your life, just like washing your face and brushing your teeth after getting up every day.

Nothing else can match and replace the excitement that work brings to you. In the smoke-filled battle, you will feel like an indomitable hero and a conqueror. There's nothing that can bring you the joy that can compare to the thrill, and it's an addiction that's hard to quit. You have to keep working, killing people, saving people, making careful plans of action, and it's only in the process of doing these things that you truly feel your life has meaning. "

Sausage nodded understandingly.

"Don't worry, lad, you're just getting started, you'll get to know it later." Crazy Horse patted his shoulder. "Professional mercenary is a long learning process. In fact, including Rick, even we are still students. So we still have dreams from time to time, a lot of nightmares. It's painful and it makes people grow."