I love you, I won't kill you

"That's right. Don't forget, I have to sign your psychological evaluation report before you can return to work in the law enforcement team." The major's psychiatrist said a few words seriously before closing the door.

"Psychological evaluation report? What does she mean by this?" Alena asked quickly, confused.

"Hmm, because the big shots in the command center think this is the first time I've shot someone, so..." Amanda nodded.

"Two lieutenants, as a former American doctor, can I say a few words?" Hamza interjected.

"Go ahead." Alena nodded, she couldn't believe what an Arab man could say.

"In a way, Lieutenant McLaren's behavior is consistent with the requirements of militarized operations. After all, we are in a time of war. When a society reaches the point where everyone has a gun, people must have guns to defend their own. life or liberty."

He went on to say, "Of course, military personnel tend to develop aggression, conflict of authority or lack of patience in military operations. However, I think Ensign McLaren has performed very well in this regard."

"Thank you. So, see you tomorrow, okay?" Amanda said politely.

"Okay, no problem."

Alena glanced at Hamza's leaving back, "Do you think he's right?"

Amanda smiled slightly, "At least, I personally think it's correct."

"However, I don't understand what he said later."

"what do you mean?"

"That's what he said, you don't develop aggression, endurance or whatever."

"Well, maybe he thinks I'm a female Marine and not as grumpy and troublesome as a male Marine."

The two walked to the coffee shop outside the field hospital and bought a cup of coffee and a sandwich each.Sitting in the outdoor seating area of ​​the coffee shop, Alena asked with great interest, "Really? I don't think so."

Amanda took a bite of the sandwich, "Well, I didn't expect the sandwiches here to taste the same as in China."

"Please, are you listening to me?" Alena asked.

"Of course, what do you want to know." Amanda said casually.

At this moment, a Humvee military vehicle sped up and stopped at the entrance of the hospital.A gendarme officer dressed as a gendarme, but apparently a female marine, jumped out of the car.

Looking around, I suddenly found Amanda and the two sitting next to the coffee.A smile appeared on the military police officer's face, and he called out as he walked towards the two quickly, "Amanda!"

The two followed the cry, and Amanda smiled and waved.Alena asked curiously, "Who is she? How did you know her?"

"Oh, nothing, just a colleague from the Law Enforcement Brigade."

"Bitch, I thought you were shot. Is this...?" Wendy said, looking at Alena.

"This is Alena, my good friend in the helicopter squadron. This is Wendy, the sub-leader of the Law Enforcement Brigade." Amanda introduced each other for the two sides.

After the two got to know each other, Wendy sat next to Amanda and looked at her from side to side, "God! I heard that Sunni guy fired a lot of shots, how could you...?"

"Uh, Lieutenant Powell, do you think Amanda will die in 'part-time'?" Alena thought Amanda's work in the Law Enforcement Group was just a part-time job.Eventually, she would go on to work as a pilot in the attack helicopter squadron.

"Oh, I'm sorry, that's not what I meant. What I mean is, it's nothing short of a miracle!" cried Wendy, blinking.

"It's funny! But, I admit it's a miracle." Amanda said after finishing the sandwich and drinking coffee.

"Hmm, then, tell us and share with us, okay?" Alaina still focused on her.

"Actually, when that bastard was yelling 'Allahu akbar', I had aimed my gun at him. Maybe it was my luck that I fired at him almost at the same time he fired."

Wendy shook her head and said analytically, "No, you didn't shoot together. Maybe, your shooting speed is a fraction of a second faster than his. Only when you hit him can he also shoot. Pulled the trigger of the AK47."

Alena opened her eyes wide and called out, "What? Amanda, you're such a good shooter?"

Wendy looked at her and said with a smile, "Alena, she is the top marksman at Quantico base in recent years."

"Thank you for the compliment, I will continue to work hard." Amanda was really happy.

"Okay, can you talk to us now?" Alena asked again.

"What did you say? What were you talking about just now?" Wendy became curious.

"Well, I can tell you. Before leaving San Diego and returning to Quantico, something did happen." Amanda replied calmly.

"Well, let me guess, did you take part in bar fights and lecture gang members?" Alena wondered.

"No, I guess my character isn't without flaws. At the time, I almost shot a jerk."

"God! That bastard, wants to violently sexually assault you?" This was Wendy's subconscious reaction.

"Wendy, listen to her. I think it's definitely more than that simple." Alena said calmly.

More than six months ago, Amanda celebrated New Year's Day 2008 at Naval Air Station San Diego with Victoria and her colleagues in the Air Wing.However, on the night of the New Year's Day holiday, she drove out of the Coronado North Island Air Station alone in the dark.

Where and whom to go off the Coronado North Island, Amanda believed her $50 bill could get any alcoholic to say something that everyone would be interested in.What interested her most in the alcoholic's story was that the poor, sold-out alcoholic actually knew Nina's boyfriend, Anthony Price.

Driving on Highway 94 and then passing Highway 8, Amanda drove to El Cajon, an inland city under San Diego County, about 28 minutes later.Under the night, slowly drive to a bar called "Black Stone Bar" on Shade Street.

In El Cajon at night, the lowest temperature in January has dropped to 8 degrees.Amanda zipped up her black leather biker jacket as she jumped out of the car, hands in pockets, and headed for the bar across the street.

Glancing at the seven or eight super-horsepower Harley motorcycles with a displacement of more than 1000cc parked on the left side of the bar entrance, she knew that one of them must belong to Anthony.Without expression, he walked to the door of the bar, pushed open the two wooden doors and walked in.

In the not-too-dark bar, the smell lingering in the air is composed of the smell of alcohol, the flirting and laughing of men and women, and the erosive and dissolute jazz.Looking around, several local residents and some men dressed as motorcycle parties were drinking and playing billiards in the bar.

"Hey chick, what would you like to order?" said a fat waitress who walked up to Amanda with a tray.

"A glass of water, thank you." When Amanda spoke, she had already noticed Anthony sitting near the bar.

At this time, Anthony was holding a busty blonde waitress.While stroking the other person's face, he said softly, "Honey, how about we go to Las Vegas?"

Amanda walked forward with a gloomy face, and suddenly there was a little smile on her face, and she said a few words in Anthony's ear.The blond waitress cursed as soon as she opened her mouth, "Hey bitch, can't you find a man to go to bed with?"

"No, no, do you know how disliked this word is?" Amanda shook her right index finger twice, and walked to the side of the blonde waitress.

While Anthony was still admiring her ass, he held a folded $20 bill in his right hand and slipped it into the waistband of the waitress's back.Then, he said viciously, "Go away!"

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