Virginia, Virginia Beach,
Oceana Naval Air Station, Dam Neck Naval Base,
Inside the Naval Special Warfare Command office building, a figure about 188 cm tall was gazing at Virginia Beach.
He was twenty-seven years old, with a square face, a thick neck, and muscles that seemed to explode.
Knox, a male American, is a sergeant E5 in the United States Navy's active Explosive Ordnance Disposal team, Bomb Disposal Unit.
The United States Navy Explosive Ordnance Disposal teams are generally divided into two categories: Mine Clearance Units and Bomb Disposal Units.
Mine clearance can use various firepower and methods for forced clearing,
But bomb disposal requires an Expert to disarm, which is a technical skill.
Not only is it a technical skill, but bomb disposal is also physically demanding.
The bomb suit itself weighs 30 kilograms, which gives an idea of Knox's physical fitness as a Bomb Disposal Expert.
Knox chose to become an EOD (Bomb Disposal Expert) mainly for the money.
Due to its specialized nature, there are less than 4,000 Bomb Disposal Experts in the entire United States military.
The treatment for special technical military personnel is not low; it is excellent.
The excellent treatment corresponds to extreme life-threatening danger.
For example, last year's "roadside bombs" were only 25 pounds, but this year they increased by 75%, even exceeding 100 pounds.
And modern bomb technology is also becoming increasingly complex.
Modern bombs began to use multiple trigger devices and deliberately set up secondary explosions, specifically targeting the United States military's Bomb Disposal Experts who investigate explosion sites.
Full-time Bomb Disposal Experts on the front lines are constantly in extreme danger.
Serving the people of the United States? No, no, no.
This is the United States disguised as a capital company; being a soldier is a job, a profession.
If this job isn't good, just change it.
So Knox, having left the front lines, came here to receive new orders.
Gazing at Virginia Beach, Knox could see the trainees undergoing basic running fitness training courses.
Hundreds of trainees ran several miles along the beach.
If nothing unexpected happens, these trainees might then undergo inflatable boat training, or log training.
In short, as trainees, they would be soaked and covered in sand every day, akin to torture.
Just as Knox was gazing at the beach from afar, Major Blackburn walked towards Knox.
He gestured to Knox with a nod of his chin:
"Come on."
Knox nodded and followed Major Blackburn towards a combat briefing room.
Pushing open the door and entering the combat briefing room, Major Blackburn announced loudly:
"Alright, gentlemen."
"This is our new Explosive Ordnance Disposal Expert, currently serving in the United States Navy, Knox."
Knox quickly glanced around, giving a slight nod to the group of people by the combat briefing room table as a greeting.
Sonny Quinn, lazily seated in his chair, turned to look at Knox:
"I guess you're not from Texas."
The stocky Sonny's hometown was indeed Texas, but he had picked the wrong person to find a fellow townsman.
However, compared to the indifference of others, Sonny was already quite enthusiastic.
In Seal Team B, young Clay Spenser merely nodded his chin, seemingly pondering some love story.
Medic Trent was flipping through his folder, without lifting his head.
Brock, the K9 handler sitting far away, rubbed his forehead, not even opening his eyes, as if he were asleep.
Knox's gaze swept around, and he smiled at Sonny:
"Chicago."
Sonny, Seal Team B's demolitions Expert and heavy weapons Expert, heard this and was quite disappointed, muttering in response:
"Oh, I like deep-dish pizza, yes."
Team leader Jason, sitting on the other side with his arms crossed, didn't care about Knox at all.
He had no intention of greeting Knox, only frowning and asking:
"Did you forget to call Mandy?"
The Mandy he referred to was Mandy Ellis, a senior CIA intelligence officer, primarily responsible for Seal Team B's intelligence work.
Tactical operations often begin with intelligence.
But Mandy, who was responsible for intelligence, was not in the office, which is why Team Leader Jason asked that question.
Major Blackburn heard this and nodded towards Knox.
Receiving the signal, Knox walked towards the back row of the long table and sat in a corner seat.
He understood that in a highly efficient, top-tier combat team, no one cares who you are; they only care about how much useful you are.
Ability is paramount, and strength is king.
Without unnecessary pleasantries or flashy small talk,
Major Blackburn looked at everyone and went straight to the point:
"Alright."
"Agent Alice is abroad."
"And I didn't invite you here for Mandy's travel diary."
He picked up the electronic remote control and turned on the display, which showed an image of an offshore oil rig:
"Gulf of Guinea, emergency situation."
"Goldwood Rochelle, this is a United States oil platform off the coast of Nigeria."
"It has now been occupied by armed militants."
Jason heard this and looked at the oil rig on the display:
"An oil platform being hijacked, sounds great."
Sonny quipped:
"It's like the White Whale in a special operation."
Jason, however, was serious:
"I guess there must be Americans on it."
"That's why we have to solve it."
Major Blackburn looked at everyone:
"Yes, United States employees are on it."
"And it's confirmed that two Americans were killed in the initial attack."
"The motive is not for ransom."
"The target shows that three small oil tankers have already left, loaded with oil, with a market value of at least 40 million United States dollars."
Jason asked, "Is it for stealing oil?"
Major Blackburn gestured:
"Sort of. Their communication records show that the militants have used demolition methods to control the oil platform."
"Analysts believe this is a new organization's coming-out event."
"Stealing tens of millions in oil, selling it for money."
"And killing a few Americans."
"Blowing up the oil well."
Major Blackburn looked at the silent Seal Team B members:
"So, rescue the hostages, retake the oil well."
"I've prepared your appetizer."
As his words fell, two logistics personnel carried in an oil rig model placed on a flat wooden board.
At the same time, a logistics officer, Lisa Davis, also walked in.
Lisa looked at the proportionally built oil rig platform in front of her and directly introduced the environment of the mission objective:
"The platform is 12 stories high, 8000 square feet."
"You need to find the hostages in there."
The Seal Team B members, who had been listening in silence, leaned forward to examine the mission site model carefully as it was placed on the table.
This model was not haphazardly built; it was a proportional recreation of the actual mission site.
Knowing yourself and your enemy, you will win a hundred battles.
The place Seal Team B was about to go was almost identical to the model in front of them.
This also indicated that before the mission briefing began, the logistics and technical departments had already thoroughly understood the mission environment and conditions.
Knox quietly looked at the oil rig model.
The oil rig platform in front of him was the place he was about to go.
However, just as Knox was quietly looking at the model,
A voice echoed deep in his mind:
"Ding, Delta Force System activated."
"Loading Operator Module."
"Congratulations, new Operator acquired: Codename - Vyron!"