WWII military commentator? Even a dog could be one.

55. Sean Wayne will become one of the earliest and smallest military contractors in the United State

"Training officers from your precinct?"

Although Sean wore a surprised expression, he was inwardly laughing; this was a great opportunity to expand his influence.

"Yes, I just tried holding the gun in that weird way, and I found it to be very stable."

Deck looked at Sean with longing.

"You mean Sean's gun handling technique?"

Sean's gun handling technique?

"Did you create it, my God?"

"I guess so. This is a shooting stance that our Rifle Association will be promoting."

"Are you a member of the Rifle Association?"

"No, I'm a board member," Sean corrected the other person.

"God, such a young board member? I think I need to convince the entire LAPD that we need this gun control law; it will give us an advantage in everyday gunfights."

"My gun shop is still under construction. It has a professional shooting range and, of course, professional instructors."

"I will persuade the police commissioner that we want to sign a training program with you."

Would you consider this an outsourcing project? Sean asked with a faint smile.

"It's a pleasure working together, and our Rifle Association also hopes that Los Angeles can be safer."

"Thanks."

As the two shook hands, the reporters excitedly took photos incessantly.

Sean Wayne is actually a board member of the NRA and is even training Los Angeles police officers.

"My God, what else do we not know about him?"

O'Connor received the message, and bursts of maniacal laughter erupted from the editor-in-chief's office.

"The NRA's youngest board member, Sean Wayne's gun law, police officer training program, hahaha, Sean Wayne will become a legend in Los Angeles. Give me all the front pages tomorrow; this is the topic people are most curious about."

After completing the repayment, Sean returned to his apartment amidst the bank's thanks.

The next morning, the Los Angeles Times and the Washington Post were filled with the same name.

When Americans picked up the newspaper, their faces were full of surprise.

Sean Wayne, founder of modern shooting techniques

Sean Wayne, the youngest board member of the National Rifle Association.

Sean Wayne will help the Los Angeles Police Department train officers to advance the Bluebird Training Program.

What else can legendary critic Sean Wayne do?

Sean Wayne, Sean Wayne, and Sean Wayne again.

Today, everyone is seeing and talking about the same person the most.

In Washington, D.C., the War Department is holding a discussion.

"I think the Sean Gun Handling Method should be promoted in the military, since officers, civilian staff, and medics all need to learn better shooting skills."

"But we're the military, and Sean Wayne is just an ordinary person. Do we need to ask him for help? Besides, I don't think we need to."

"No, we need to. The pilots at least need to, because most of them are equipped with pistols. We need to ask Sean Wayne for help."

A general shared his thoughts.

"Alright, Eisenhower, on behalf of the War Department, sign a training program with Sean, the director of the Rifle Association. We'll start with 300 people. Once they've learned it, we won't need to go through all this trouble; we can promote it throughout the army." General Marshall made the final decision.

"But it's just a gun shop; it's not qualified to sign a contract with the War Department."

"Then let him register a company."

"Good idea."

Sean Wayne inadvertently became one of the earliest and smallest military contractors in the United States.

Sean then went around handling various formalities.

We signed a Bluebird training program agreement with the Los Angeles Police Department.

Exhausted, Sean returned to his apartment, kicked off his shoes, and collapsed onto the sofa. Actually, processing paperwork in the US is very slow.

"Sir, the Bluebird training program in Los Angeles needs more coaches, but we only have six."

Hanni frowned as she looked at the document.

"Get me four more paratroopers, the elite ones. Two of them must be skilled snipers, and two must be skilled divers. Then have Martin arrange some veterans; that's how friendship is built."

In fact, Sean had another idea: he needed American veterans to restrain the German paratroopers.

Similarly, how can a standard tactical squad function without an elite sniper?

"Understood, I will call the Rifle Association. As for the snipers, I will arrange for them to undergo the most rigorous testing, and their families will be brought over at the same time, so there will be no trouble."

Next week, someone from the War Department has arranged to meet with you to discuss training; they hope you'll register a company.

"Oh?"

Sean lay on the sofa, picked up a cigarette and put it in his mouth. "You take care of it."

"Okay, what name should I register for the company?"

"Black water or obsidian."

Black water? Obsidian?

Hanni didn't hesitate at all, only finding the name odd. "Then let's call it Obsidian."

"I also need to contact the manufacturer; I need to order a batch of headphones."

"Headphones?" Hanni asked, confused. "What would we need headphones for?"

"Noise cancellation is for training police officers, not soldiers, and even ordinary people will learn it in the future, so we need headphones."

Because gunshots stimulate the eardrums, the customer is king.

"Sir, you are so thoughtful."

Watching the female agent leave, Sean smiled with satisfaction; his influence was steadily expanding.

Register a military company and become a commentator with a privately owned military force; that way, you'll have no problem protecting yourself.

Across the Atlantic Ocean, Berlin.

The Anglo-French forces fell into their own trap. The foolish French were still clinging to the tactics of World War I, and the arrogant British had not anticipated the rise of Germany.

The paratroopers at the beginning fought brilliantly and made great contributions.

However, the Belgian army's combat performance in the past two days has been less than satisfactory.

The speaker started off quite cheerfully, clenching his fists and shouting under his armpits.

"Göring did a great job; your camouflage and infiltration were excellent."

"That's Sean's theory; I'm still learning it."

"Yes, that's great. Sean Wayne is a very intelligent person, that's something we all know."

The Air Force did not disappoint me. Fellman was promoted to major and tasked with forming an Air Force Special Operations Battalion. Oh, and that Ultraman from the Battle of Emel in Belgium performed quite well too.

It's a pity he was injured; give him the best medical care.

"Your Kirk can be promoted to colonel, and I will award them the Knight's Cross of the Iron Cross."

Göring smiled with satisfaction, feeling quite pleased with himself, and didn't forget to glance at the army.

Yes, the army fought very well in the first few days, especially Guderian, who was like a crazy gambler who won big and has now entered the heart of France, about to complete the encirclement of the Anglo-French forces.

But today's news reports that the BOK Group suffered heavy tank losses.

"Oh, and Sean Wayne, a noble hero, I'll award him the Silver Oak Leaf Twin Swords Knight's Medal."

The army generals all lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

I kept thinking to myself, "Now I really have to collect the whole set."

The speaker glared at the army generals, then addressed General Ehrlich, "Are you going to object again this time?"

General Ehrlich suddenly raised his head. "I don't object. This is absolutely correct. He must be awarded a medal."

Haha, Hiram and Goring lowered their heads, suppressing their laughter. You guys objected, why aren't you objecting now?

So what if they have more medals?

You won't be laughing later; your army's performance in the Lublin tank battle was very abnormal.