Around 9:00 PM.
At the Sexy Lady Bar next to the base.
After completing a day's training, Long Zhan, Blair, and Clay gathered here, each ordering their preferred drink and sitting around a high-top table to chat.
It had been nearly two months since their last visit to this bar.
The reason they were able to come out again now was due to the second phase of their training, which introduced an additional training element —
Random Summon Training!
As a Tier 1 combat unit, the members of DEVGRU, especially the Tier 1 operators, are generally older, with most of them already married and having families.
For instance, the daughter of Jason, the protagonist from the TV series, is already in high school.
In order to balance family life and work as much as possible, DG has made humanistic arrangements. Tier 1 operators are only required to remain at the base during overseas deployments and missions.
For other times when they are not on duty, the operators are free to move about as they please, and can go anywhere they like.
However, there is one condition.
If a sudden mission arises, the base sends a text message to each operator's phone. Upon receiving the text, the operator must report to the base for a briefing within one hour.
The new training program they introduced is designed to simulate this "summoning mechanism."
By repeatedly practicing during Green Team training, they help the recruits turn it into muscle memory. This allows them to integrate more quickly into DEVGRU after completing their training and becoming Tier 1 combat operators.
In other words...
For recruits entering the second phase of Green Team training, their schedule becomes somewhat like that of a regular office worker. Physical training (PT) and shooting and tactics (S&T) courses are kept within standard office hours, from 9 AM to 5 PM, with weekends off.
During their free time, recruits can engage in any activities they desire.
However, once they receive the summons message, they must return to base within one hour, even if it's 1 AM on a weekend.
They must also maintain peak physical condition and be ready to jump straight into action.
If a recruit fails to return on time or is found drunk and incapable of carrying out the mission due to a lack of self-control, well, tough luck.
The familiar physical punishments will be administered, and they will be forced to relive the pain of the first-phase training.
The bar where Long Zhan, Clay, and Blair were drinking was located less than a kilometer from the base, so they could easily walk back in an hour.
The three of them weren't concerned about the random summon training; the mood was light and relaxed as they enjoyed their drinks.
The conversation at the table had shifted to Long Zhan's confrontation with Instructor Adam, and Blair seemed to sense the tension from back then.
Eager, he asked, "What happened next? What happened after that?"
Clay joined in with a teasing tone: "That old guy isn't someone to mess with. There were recruits who confronted him about his training methods, and he ended up beating them senseless. Did you get hit?"
"Hit? No way."
Long Zhan raised his head smugly, intentionally exaggerating: "He was completely conquered by me, gave me a perfect score, a score more seductive than Madonna's butt."
"Pfft~"
Blair and Clay both reacted in unison, sending Long Zhan a round of boos and an international hand gesture.
"Holy mother, look what I just saw."
Blair suddenly displayed an expression of awe, as if he had seen something incredible. Long Zhan and Clay instinctively followed his gaze.
A woman in a white tank top and tight gray-blue jeans that clung to her body, accentuating her curves—round, explosive, and undeniably sexy.
Her light brown hair, with just a hint of curl, framed her flawless, chiseled features...
Clay couldn't tear his eyes away after just one glance. He put his drink down, ready to walk over and strike up a conversation, eager to win over this fiery, seductive beauty.
"Hey, buddy, don't be like that, give your bro a chance." Blair grabbed Clay's arm.
In America, relationships between men and women are more open. Premarital encounters are seen as a natural part of life, much like eating or using the bathroom, just fulfilling each person's physiological needs.
It's far less restrictive than in other countries!
Blair's main purpose for coming to the bar, aside from relieving the stress of intense training, was to release the pent-up hormones inside him.
Clay, like Blair, was single and had been holding it in for over two months.
His inner restlessness was growing uncontrollably!
It was rare to encounter such a stunning beauty at the bar, so how could he give up the chance? Even if it was his good buddy, some matters needed to be settled.
"If I'm not mistaken, last time at the Golden Bar, you were the one who made the first move. Now it's my turn."
"Alright, you go first, and if you can't do it, I'll step in…"
"You seem to have forgotten something."
Just as Clay and Blair were settling their old scores, Long Zhan patted both of their shoulders, squinting with a smile: "If I remember correctly, you guys didn't have enough faith in my charm before."
"This is a perfect opportunity. How about we make a bet? Let's see if I can win that tank top beauty over."
"Sure, what's the bet?" Blair instantly perked up.
"If I remember correctly, you always manage to beat me during training. I can't believe you're still so confident in your ability to woo women. Go ahead, what's the bet?" Clay said skeptically.
"Betting money is too cliché. How about this: if I win, you both have to wash my socks for a month. If I lose, I'll wash yours for a month."
After a day of intense training, the smell of socks is indescribable, so Long Zhan was putting a lot on the line with this bet.
Clay didn't hesitate: "Alright, it's a deal."
"Fine, I'm in."
Blair agreed too, joking, "Make sure to hurry back, my old buddy. All those stinky socks I'm going to have to wear for the next month are counting on you, haha."
"You guys just wait for me to wash your socks," Long Zhan said confidently.
From the moment he saw the woman in the tank top, he was certain he would win her over.
His confidence stemmed from his knowledge of the situation, and from understanding the woman's identity.
Finishing his drink in one gulp, Long Zhan smoothed his thick, swept-back hair, rubbed his face to adjust his expression, and under the combined gaze of Blair and Clay, strode confidently over to sit beside the tank-top beauty.