"You don't mind taking a walk!" the major named Dwight said casually.

"Of course." Li Zitao nodded immediately. Can he object now?

"Formal introduction, Major Dwight David Eisenhower, currently working in the Office of the Assistant Secretary of the Army." Dwight stretched out his hand and smiled.

"Charlie Lee, a new immigrant, does some small business." Li Zitao said politely, but he was thinking in his heart, 'Why does it feel like I have seen this name somewhere before?'

"What you are doing is not a small business, a security group with 1,214 people, ha..." Dwight's sneer made Li Zitao tremble in fright, and he almost threw away the cigarette handed to him.

As a member of the peaceful generation who grew up under the red flag, Li Zitao is full of awe for the police and soldiers, which are violent institutions based on the state.

Coupled with his status as a gangster and the other party's deliberate actions to stop him, Li Zitao felt that he was about to be harmed.

"Security, are you going to become a mercenary?" Dwight did not continue to scare Li Zitao, but asked him about his intentions.

Mercenaries are nothing new. The most famous one now is the "foreign mercenary corps" of country F. Regardless of origin or origin, as long as you join, you will be a member.

This force, known as the 'French Mercenary Corps', was established in 1831 by a decree signed by King Philip of Country F. Their shadow can be seen on subsequent battlefields.

"No, this is just business, to protect my safety. After all, the life of the Chinese here... is very difficult." Li Zitao thought for a while and decided to tell the truth.

As long as you are a foreigner, life here is very difficult. Everyone knows this. There is no need to hide it.

"I heard that you are looking for experienced veterans?" Dwight stood on the hillside beside the road, smoking a cigarette and looking into the distance, his eyes blurred as he asked.

"Yes, I want them to receive formal training so that they can be trusted professionally." As they communicated, Li Zitao slowly let go. He found that the major in front of him was not as scary as he thought, but rather a bit unruly.

A heroic feeling.

"Yeah." After snorting, Dwight stopped talking and kept looking into the distance. Li Zitao's calm mood became uneasy again, 'Boss, if you want to kill me, say something!'

"I know many veterans, and many of them are not...satisfied with their current peaceful life after returning to life." The wording used 'satisfaction' instead of 'adaptation,' Dwight continued: 'If you need it, I will

I can introduce it to you.”

"Yes, of course." Li Zitao agreed immediately, which was so exciting!

Can he not be excited? This is a good opportunity to build relationships with active military officers!

As long as he accepts these veterans, he can establish a relationship with the major in front of him, and he works in the Army Department, which is the central organization.

Judging from the age of the other party, he is about 30 years old. He is a major and serves in the center. He is definitely showing signs of being promoted!

Maybe in the future World War II...

"Major, what did you say your name was?" A flash of lightning flashed across Li Zitao's mind, his pupils dilated, and his hands trembled unnaturally.

"Dwight David Eisenhower, do you need me to repeat that?" Dwight looked at him amusedly.

"No, no need. I promise I will remember this name for the rest of my life." Li Zitao finished speaking quickly, yelling in his heart, 'It's done, it's done, I'm going to do it.'

Dwight David Eisenhower, five-star Army general, future President of the United States, legendary general in World War II, and Supreme Allied Commander of the North Atlantic Treaty Organization.

Looking at Dwight's strong, tough-guy face, Li Zitao was filled with awe in his heart. This is a real boss, 'You can't offend him, you can't offend him!'

The only thing Li Zitao has to consider now is how to hug this golden thigh tightly. This thigh is really pure gold, even the leg hair is covered with it.

"Leave your contact information! I'll let them find you." Li Zitao was still thinking about how to curry favor with the boss, but Dwight had already issued an eviction order.

"This is my phone number. Just say it was introduced by Major Dwight." Li Zitao handed over a number.

"Yeah." Nodding expressionlessly, Dwight turned and walked in the direction he came from, with Li Zitao following behind him.

"Li." When he was leaving, Dwight suddenly stopped him, raised his hand holding the number and counted: "Thank you."

"Major, I hope we can sit down and have a drink another day." Seeing Dwight's strange look, Li Zitao quickly added: "Coffee, it's coffee."

"I think there will be a chance." Dwight smiled, turned and walked into the checkpoint booth.

"Yeah, I'm really prosperous this time." He got in the car and waited until the car was far away before Li Zitao clenched his fists and waved forward fiercely.

"Boss, what's good?" Paul turned around curiously, with an inquiring look on his face. After Li Zitao came back just now, Paul found that he was a little too excited.

"It's okay." He said casually, and after a while, Li Zitao calmed down again, "How long until we get to the station."

"Come on, it's just ahead." Paul pointed to the left side ahead. Some dilapidated stations looked like old grocery stores.

The narrow gate, the cracked and potholed road, the narrow hall, and the narrow platform all look like an abandoned rural platform in a previous life.

However, when the train that looked like a bullet from the previous life approached, Li Zitao was still severely shocked.

"The express train will arrive in Chicago tomorrow night. Although the seats are a bit narrow, it's not bad." Paul complained while sitting in his seat.

"It's not just good, it's almost ready to take off." At this time, America already had express trains?

Li Zitao, who has never paid attention to this, certainly does not know that in the United States in the 1920s and 1930s, trains could already reach 156km/h.

It was only with the rapid development of the aviation industry and the fact that people preferred to take planes that no one paid attention to the development of trains anymore that it would later become a laggard.

I sat safely on the train, and the gold robbers who often appear in movies did not appear. I wonder if it was because this train did not transport gold.

Li Zitao has been hoping that when a robber appears, he will kill the robber and swallow the gold, so that he can make a fortune.

Unfortunately, until the train entered Chicago, got off the train and walked out of the platform, the imaginary story and drama did not happen. 'The movie is indeed a lie.'

After a few words of helplessness, Li Zitao and Paul parted ways outside the station. Two black men protected him and returned to Hans Bar. Li Zitao took a taxi back to Area 22.

"Wait... transfer to SHIELD." Every time he said these three words, Li Zitao's heart was full of smiles.

"..." Unfortunately, he was greeted by a black face with a question mark. The other person had obviously never heard of the meaningful codename "SHIELD".

"Royal Nightclub." He mentioned this abandoned name helplessly. Seeing the driver shift into gear and drive away, Li Zitao felt that he had a long way to go.

…

After inspecting S.H.I.E.L.D. and seeing that there were only three or two kittens in the 'headquarters', Li Zitao returned home after giving instructions on business in Atlantic City.

He became the king behind the scenes in Chicago, met many big shots, needed people and money...

Ahem, small money, small money is still available.

In this kind of life, Li Zitao has nothing to do. The Blue and White Chamber of Commerce will be his future business entity, and SHIELD will be his escort weapon.

But the problem now is that neither of them has developed. Li Zitao, who doesn't want to get involved in Paul's affairs, has become a full-time instructor.

After returning from Atlantic City, Li Zitao's daily life consisted of keeping abreast of current affairs, and also personally joined the ranks of training special guards, and worked with the instructors in various ways to torment their rookies.

In the second week, Li Zitao finally received the long-awaited call. 18 veterans arrived in Chicago from California, Texas, and Utah.

That night Li Zitao personally received 18 strong white men in their prime. When he learned that they had all retired from the Spanish-American War, he felt even more proud.

"I need you to use every possible means to train them into qualified soldiers. As for the security code of conduct, someone will send it to you tonight.

The monthly salary is 100 US dollars. In addition, I need you to nominate two head coaches and be responsible for communicating with me."

Li Zitao didn't have time to remember the names of these 18 people, so he could only ask them to nominate two head coaches.

When they heard about the monthly salary of US$100, the 18 veterans were very excited and looked at Li Zitao with a little more intimacy.

Even racial differences cannot resist Franklin's charm.

"Boss, I'm George Johnson." A man with a stubble, a square face, and bulging muscles came out.

"Boss, I'm Andre Helion." The man who looked smaller than George and had sharp movements followed closely behind, standing next to George.

"Very good, the others are dismissed." Li Zitao turned around and shouted into the distance: "Old Huang, arrange accommodation for them and tell them the rules."

Seeing Lao Huang trotting over, Li Zitao took George and Andre towards the training ground. He wanted to try the skills of these veterans.

"Come on, let me see what you are capable of first." When they arrived at the training ground, Li Zitao asked everyone to stop training, stood up on the field and took off his coat.

George and Andre looked at each other in surprise, but when they saw Li Zitao taking off his shirt and exposing his muscles to the air, they both looked ready to move.

"I'll go first!" George threw away the shoulder bag on his back, pushed off his coat and stepped forward.

"No, no, no, what I said is, you two together." Li Dong pointed at the two of them with two fingers, and Li Dong crossed his fingers frivolously.

"..." There was a trace of anger on George and Andre's faces. They thought it was Li Zitao insulting them.

As the most elite retired soldiers of the Marine Corps, George and Andre, as well as their comrades, all have their own pride.

"Hey, don't hesitate, you will know later what kind of pervert you are facing." Just as the two of them were considering whether to let go and leave, Satsuma's mocking tone reached their ears.

"Ha, these two guys don't know how powerful the boss is."

"I hope they won't cry later..."

"Haha, someone call the doctor, I think he has been bored to the point of mold recently."

"Oh, is the boss going to get mad again? Oh my God! I suddenly want to go back to sleep."
Chapter completed!