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After Ryan, the pioneer of the Marine and Land Stormtroopers, took part in Blackstone Security's field staff training, he suddenly found himself like an idiot who didn't understand anything.

He didn't know how to get water from a place where there was no obvious water source, and now he didn't dare to tell the instructor and Shangguan that he could bring more water.

The ghost knows how much extra they will add to him next time they are fully loaded.

He didn't know how to tell what was edible in the mountains and forests of different regions, what was not edible, and what was edible but had serious consequences.

He doesn’t know how to deal with some outbreaks of infection, how to effectively provide himself with a safe and hygienic environment, he doesn’t know...

It was like now, he was sweating.

The sweat was definitely not because of the hot weather, but because he was a little scared.

He sat on a chair, and the trainer opposite him looked at him calmly. His face was sweaty and a little embarrassed. He wanted to relieve the embarrassment, grinned and the atmosphere became even more embarrassing. .

He really couldn't laugh because he was about to get hurt.

This is a first aid class. The most common thing to encounter in battle is all kinds of weird wounds, some of which are rubbed by bullets, the edges of the wounds are very irregular, and even some skin needs to be cleaned before they can be stitched.

Some are cut out of fragments. These wounds are like open wounds that are bitten by an animal. Generally, there is no need to sew because they cannot be sewn.

The tightening of the skin after blood loss will cause the wound to turn out severely. External pressure will force the subcutaneous fat to squeeze into the wound, which will expose the wound to more air.

It is not a simple thing to clean it up at this time, it is painful and cruel, and it is generally best to take a shot at this time and take a nap.

There are also some wounds that people can handle on their own. In order to prevent these field workers from being injured on the battlefield, they don’t even know how to do it.

Blackstone Security has specialized emergency medical training.

Ryan hesitated for a while before gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, "Come on, Mad, come on!"

The next second, the trainer opposite him drew a military dagger from under the table. He pierced the skin of Ryan's arm with the tip of the dagger, and then pulled out a five-centimeter wound.

The wound is not very deep and will not affect him for too long, and what he has to do now is to stitch himself up.

In the conflict, there are no battlefield hospitals waiting for you. It is just people’s best wishes. You must know that all the battlefield hospitals and medical equipment are in the rear. Many people died before they could make it back to the rear.

If you can’t handle the wound yourself at the first time you are injured, and don’t expect others to help you, your chances of surviving on the battlefield may be less than 10%.

Therefore, there will be a wound about five centimeters long on the outer arm of every field worker. This is evidence that each of them has received training.

The feeling of cutting through the wound with the blade made Ryan jump up in pain. He panted quickly, and his nose and saliva spurted out when he breathed.

The whole face blushed like a bloodshot egg of the bridegroom on the wedding night, red and tight, with blue veins bursting out.

Fortunately, the time required to cause injuries is not long, and then the real suffering.

A set of suture medical kit was in front of him, and the trainer looked at him, "Remember the five-step walk we talked about in the training course before?"

"Now, you have five minutes to complete the stitching, otherwise I will remove your thread, you have to do it again, trust me, it will definitely make you unforgettable."

Ryan didn't even have the mood to scold people at this time, he first took a small bottle of diluted hydrogen peroxide and drenched it on the wound.

The stinging sensation made him scream for a moment, and everyone around him started screaming. Some people could hold on to it. There were always tough guys.

Then he wiped the wound with gauze and picked up the suture needle-the thread was already put on and they didn't need to wear it themselves.

Think about it, now that a soldier's intestines are flowing out, he quickly opened the first aid kit, then calmly put on a pair of eyes, his hands were slightly trembling to thread.

Maybe his autopsy report will say "died from not being able to wear sutures" instead of blood loss and infection.

The trainer encouraged him, "Very good, great, let's start sewing."

Ryan greeted everyone in the camp and their families, and then began to stitch himself together, one hand.

Every time a fishhook-like suture needle pierced the skin, the pain seemed to be more severe and harder to resist than the pain caused by cutting his skin. He didn't know why.

But he must insist, he is a vanguard, everyone thinks he is the best, he doesn't want to lose his face.

Seeing how he could crush his teeth, the trainer in charge of him smiled as bright as a six-year-old child saw a cake, and he came here too.

"Very good, very good, the next step is to tighten, yes... you can scold others, if you scold me, I will cut your thread..."

"Very good, disinfect again, yes, bandage..."

After more than twenty minutes, the stitching was over, and Ryan felt that it was as long as a century.

After arriving at the camp, all environmental standards assume that they have no supplies in the enemy-occupied area during the war, just like now, they don't even have anesthesia needles, and they have to endure pain.

After doing this, he raised his **** to the trainer, but the trainer smiled and ignored him.

After everyone had done it, more than forty minutes later, when the whistle of economic assembly sounded, Ryan stood up subconsciously and stood with everyone.

It was their devil instructor again. The devil instructor looked at their bandaged arms and nodded with satisfaction, "Very well, it seems that everything is done. Next is the full load of 30 kilometers. The enemy has chased us. The tail, if you don’t want to die, you’d better move it quickly."

Looking at the desperate expressions of these young men, the instructor added a little smile, "By the way, the company has just decided after discussion to give you first-level formal field treatment. Maybe you are more interested in this."

Everyone, including Ryan, became energetic. If ideals are the driving force for human beings to continue to work hard, then wealth is the source of strength.

They don’t really want to die in a certain war someday, they want to find a job better, they have development potential, and they can get some help. This is what they want.

Seeing the boys whose morale suddenly improved, the instructor didn't continue to confuse their appetite, and announced their various treatments.

From a basic salary of one thousand yuan to a subsidy ranging from thirty to one hundred yuan a day during wartime, plus some bonuses, and the long paid vacation after each mission, everyone has an incredible expression on their faces. .

Even Ryan was shocked by Blackstone's security.

He used his head to calculate, if he could fight for a whole year, even with the lowest subsidy, his annual income would be 20,000 yuan.

Of course, this is impossible, but it is not necessarily absolutely impossible. This time they are really going to fight, and it is likely to last for more than half a year. He can no longer imagine how amazing the money is.

No wonder everyone wants to come in. In addition to promising development, the most important thing is that Blackstone is willing to give money safely.

This also allows young people like Ryan to know for the first time what they now think is beautiful, but in fact it is cruel-everyone is valuable.

The same is hard work, the first-level field service is worth the money, the second-level, third-level, high-level, special-level...The lives of these field services are more valuable, then the more money they exchange for their lives.

A third-level field worker can earn almost five thousand yuan a year without doing anything, but when they are needed, their tasks are often difficult to complete.

Even for the special-grade field service, there is no security in the entire Blackstone. It is said that as long as it is in the special-grade field service, the minimum salary is 60,000 yuan per year, and the minimum subsidy standard is 1,000 yuan a day.

No one knows how to become a special field service. Everyone wants to be a special field service. Not to mention ten years, as long as they can do three years and perform a few tasks, they can retire!

Of course, the income from the first-level field service is actually okay. As long as it can work for four to five years, it is almost equal to the financial status of an ordinary family for 30 years—just the financial status.

If you can save a little, it will be a considerable wealth.

Seeing the morale of the boys improved, the instructor was very satisfied, "Is there anyone else with a problem?"

"No, sir!"

...

After a week of planning and deliberation, the "tender" of Blackstone Security finally entered the Ministry of Defense.

"Lynch said he had a good personal relationship with Isabella and Sanchez?" When examining the tenders sent by these people, these people from the Ministry of Defense unexpectedly discovered that Lynch mentioned him in the tenders. The relationship over there.

If there is a problem at the higher level, the lower level must deal with it as soon as possible, and soon a report on these matters will be sent to everyone.

Except for the black-out areas above, the rest of the content roughly proves Lynch's statement that he has at least seen Isabella and communicated with Sanchez.

"Linch has an advantage over everyone else~lightnovelpub.net~ If he can communicate well with Isabella and Sanchez, this can save the process of gaining their trust."

"We don't have much time, so I tend to be safe from Blackstone."

There are also generals who think that these are not enough to change the specific situation and choose other security companies.

Behind these officers and generals are the capitalists, the companies, and the spokespersons of these capitalists. Even if they know that choosing Lynch is the best choice, they have to choose people who support them.

Just because they can get a lot of wealth from those supporters every year that will not be paid attention to or investigated.

These wealth can support them, and their families enjoy the best life.

It seems that no one has ever considered why the salaries of high-level federal politicians and military high-level generals are not particularly high, but why they enjoy a life that is clearly beyond their earning capacity.

People just ignore this problem so unnaturally, and few people think about it.