WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

57. Italy probably won't send troops now, right?

Deck gave an awkward laugh. "Actually, I'm here to discuss the Bluebird training program."

Sean took off his gloves and led Deckard to the training ground behind the gun shop.

There are changing rooms, a shooting range, and even showers.

"Wow, that's great, it's huge, completely beyond my expectations."

Deck walked along, looking around.

Suddenly, a continuous stream of gunfire erupted from the shooting range.

He looked on with curiosity.

A group of paratroopers raised their guns and fired, but Deck noticed something was different.

They were all shot twice in the trunk and once in the head.

Deckard didn't understand why they were doing this. "Why are they shooting like that?"

"This is the Wayne shooting method." Heidel glanced at Deck as he changed the magazine of his pistol.

"Is this what we're supposed to learn?"

"No, what you're going to learn is Sean's gun handling technique."

"What do you mean?"

Deck watched the paratroopers' movements. These guys were incredibly accurate with their shooting, and their movements were frighteningly fast.

They practiced like machines, magazine after magazine, without stopping.

"What's the difference?"

Sean picked up a pistol and assumed a gun-holding posture.

"The Sean hold is a gun-holding posture that the Rifle Association is currently promoting. Holding the gun with both hands allows for more stable and accurate shooting of the target."

Alternatively, you can learn the isosceles triangle shooting method.

Wayne's Shooting Technique is a shooting technique aimed at quickly eliminating enemies.

Two shots to the trunk were used because the trunk covers a large area and is easier to hit; the purpose of the two shots was to quickly break down the opponent's fighting ability, while the headshot was to kill the enemy completely.

"My God. Mr. Sean, did you invent this too?" Deck looked at the young man in front of him in surprise.

Sean wanted to say that this was actually the Mozambican shooting method.

"Yes, this is a shooting technique invented by His Excellency Sean, and it's very impressive."

Heidel said admiringly from the side.

From gun-holding posture to shooting skills, Sir Sean is omnipotent; in fact, there's much more he has that we haven't learned yet.

"My God, I didn't believe the newspapers when they said you were the founder of modern shooting techniques, but now I can only say you're a genius." Deck was completely convinced.

Nothing is more convincing than what you see before your eyes.

Hehe. Sean chuckled, feeling happy inside. Others copy books, I copy technical concepts.

Sean offered Deckard a cigarette; as a mid-level officer in the Los Angeles Police Department, Sean hoped to build a good relationship with Deckard.

"You can arrange for people to come and train you. Heidel and his team will teach you techniques. There are also some new instructors who are currently adapting to the new way of holding a gun, and they will be able to start teaching soon."

The California Rifle Association provided support to four veterans, but they are still practicing as they are new to the job.

"Could we schedule it for the afternoon or evening? Everyone's holidays are precious, and I don't want to take up their time after get off work."

"Sure, there's someone here 24/7, Walker."

A black man nearby put down his gun and walked over. "Boss."

"This is Walker, 37 years old, a World War I veteran. He usually lives at the store, and your officers can come over anytime."

"Thanks."

The tall Black man stood behind Sean.

Walker is a Ranger with good marksmanship. More importantly, he has incredibly fast reflexes, is tall and strong, and also has good emotional intelligence.

He was a very good prospect, but unfortunately he was a bit too old and had a low level of education; otherwise, he would have been one of the best first Delta mice.

However, this is the era of World War II, so culture can be disregarded.

He was grateful to Sean Walker, who, as a veteran, had difficulty finding work and, having experienced war, always felt out of place.

Living in the gun shop now is surprisingly relaxing.

"By the way, Mr. Sean, could you serve as an advisor to the Los Angeles Emergency Response Team?"

"Emergency response team?"

"Yes, as you know, Los Angeles is a huge immigrant city, with Mexicans, Haitians, and a large number of European immigrants. Our police force is limited and poorly equipped, so we are unable to handle some serious cases."

Deckard glanced at the paratrooper squad to the side.

These guys are terrifying enough to make you tremble.

However, they were powerless against the powerful bandits and gangsters.

Deck was holding his breath.

"Thank you, I will consider it. As a resident of Los Angeles, I also hope that the city I live in can be safer."

Oh my god, what did I just hear? Is the Los Angeles Police Department asking their boss for help?

Walker looked completely surprised.

I've chosen the right person to follow.

"Mr. Sean, okay, I'll still call you Sean. Sean, listen to me, the Los Angeles Police Department needs you, and the citizens of Los Angeles need you even more."

Deck looked eager; he didn't want to hear citizens say again that the LAPD was a bunch of cowards who only dared to catch thieves.

"Okay, I accept your invitation, but I'm very busy."

"Understood." Deck smiled happily.

Sean was equally happy, having found his testing ground.

What could provide those paratroopers with more real-world combat opportunities than urban counter-terrorism and tactical intervention?

My career is gradually taking shape.

"By the way, are you free now?"

Deckard and Sean were smoking in a corner outside the locker room.

"Is there any time I can help you?" Sean looked curiously at the chief beside him. He was rather thin, unlike the fat policemen he remembered.

"What will France do next? They're in internal chaos, the Maginot Line is under attack from both sides, can this seemingly invincible defense really fail?"

Seeing the other person's serious expression, Sean's hand holding the cigarette froze in mid-air.

So that's what you wanted to ask me, the thing you were hesitating to say?

Seriously, can we talk about something else?

Okay, I'll tell you this for the sake of the $60,000 contract with the Los Angeles Police Department.

"cannot."

"Huh? Really? Why?" Deck wanted to hear Sean's analysis.

Sean, however, kept his head down and smoked a cigarette.

Is this over?

Deck was itching to hear it. "Sean, tell me!"

At least tell me why? Britain is still providing support, the Belgian front is not over, and Germany is facing a two-front war. Can't Wei Gang organize an effective defense?

I think they still have a chance.

No, France had no chance at all.

"Actually, the most dangerous place is not Paris. Wei Gang's approach is to prevent the German army from advancing south. He is even hesitant about whether to withdraw the troops from the south. But now there is a very awkward situation."

French troops faced significant difficulties breaking through German lines to reach Dunkirk.

That was the most fatal weakness of the Anglo-French forces.

Dijks immediately became agitated. "You mean the hundreds of thousands of British and French troops that are surrounded?"

"Yes, once the encirclement is complete, these veteran soldiers with combat experience may face the danger of being annihilated. How many soldiers do you think France has left?"

I'm not talking about reserves, but well-trained, experienced veterans?

"My God, France is really going to lose."

Deckard shook his head slightly. When he heard Sean's answer, the last embers of hope in his heart were extinguished by a bucket of ice water.

"May God bless them."

Sean smiled faintly, knowing that as long as Germany didn't do anything stupid, he would be amazed by what would happen on the stage later.

Italy shouldn't be affected by me, they probably won't send troops now.