I originally planned to rest for one night at the De Fetour tribe.

But starting from the afternoon, they held funerals. The deaths of nearly 80 people caused them heavy losses, and the sky of the tribe darkened.

die…

It's always accompanied by sadness and depression.

Gao Jun always felt uncomfortable after staying here for a long time.

He took the money and said goodbye to Rabe.

When Gao Jun boarded Bell 212, he looked back.

A child sang a song with a cry.

It expresses aversion to war and yearning for a better life. I can’t understand the lyrics, but the tone can always evoke the softness in people’s hearts.

Gao Jun shook his head.

War is a political game played by a group of old men, but it leaves young people to die. War can only make those who have not experienced it feel happy. There are only two kinds of people who understand the army, soldiers and their enemies. Everyone else is talking nonsense.

The famous Greek arms dealer Bashir Zakharov was famous before and after World War I, but even a man who had witnessed countless wars said this in his later years.

"I am also a clown who is forced forward by life. The same is true for those soldiers and civilians who fell in a pool of blood. We play different roles in destiny, but in death, we play the same result." (Actually, I said.

of!)

The same goes for Gao Jun. He can sympathize with these people, but who will sympathize with him?

Mercy is so worthless sometimes.

And those at the top, when they occasionally look down, some people shout unscrupulously, while those at the bottom, when they look up, are ridiculed as having ungrateful ambitions!

Helicopter rises into the sky.

"Smoke a cigarette." Boss Gao took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. His hands felt a little raw after the battle, as if he had suffered from diarrhea. He gave one to everyone, but in the end it was gone. He shook it and looked at

Throw it outside the plane.

After the cigarette box spun dozens of times, it finally kissed the ground.

Strongly condemn this immoral littering behavior!

Can't cigarette boxes be sold?

Gao Jun touched his pocket and handed over the lighter with one hand. He glanced at it, smiled at Umbrella, leaned over, lit the cigarette, and blew out a smoke ring gracefully.

After looking at everyone, he took out a stack of about 20,000 US dollars from the black bag given by Rabe and threw it towards Miller. The latter took it in a panic and looked at the grinning Franklin in his hand, confused.

Watch.

"Use this as a subsidy for brothers. You have performed very well these two days. As a partner and employer, of course I cannot treat you badly. This is considered my additional investment. I will help you find a better one in two days.

Employer, the Americans are about to start shooting. They have a good reputation. Please contact me in the next two days." Gao Jun said the second half of his words to Taylor.

"I understand, boss, leave it to me."

Although Americans are "evil-minded", one thing is that the leader of the capitalist world still adheres to the spirit of contract. He would rather default on the wages of his own navy than the wages of mercenaries.

What does this mean?

He believes that his dog is obedient and will not bite.

Mercenaries are just wild dogs. When the time comes to fight on the front line, if you tell them to delay their salary, believe it or not, a grenade will be thrown into the front line headquarters?

But if you can have enough to eat, what if you become a wild dog?

"If you have anything to do in the future, you can contact me directly, and I will also focus on your investment."

"Thank you, boss." Miller could feel the hot gazes of his companions, and he did not refuse. Who would think that the money was too much?

"I would like to ask, does the company have any plans to establish a PMC branch?" He hesitated and said.

"We will discuss it in the near future. However, as the company is just starting out, it should not take any bigger steps. However, I think your mercenary group can be slightly expanded. Be bold. I will support you later."

PMC company must be established.

The Yankees are making trouble everywhere, and someone has to wipe their butts. If they are running around, the people in the country will protest, and the votes will be dropped.

Someone must help them vent their anger.

To do the dirty work, we still have to rely on wild dogs.

It would be very embarrassing if the fingerprints of the President of the United States were discovered during an investigation of a massacre in a certain country.

The most embarrassing thing is that he even won the Nobel Prize.

If it was done by mercenaries, they could stand in front of the podium and condemn it sanctimoniously.

Let Miller expand the number of people first. After the company is established, it will be considered the first wave of key members, and they can be recruited to grab orders.

Miller was more convinced by Gao Jun's current words, "Then how many people do you think is appropriate to expand?"

"Expand to 20 people. I will sponsor you 2 more NSV heavy machine guns, 4 RPD light machine guns, and 20 rounds of RPG shells. This is my personal sponsorship for you. Don't worry, it is not tied to the rating sponsorship." Gao Jun said with a smile.

.

Even if retail mercenaries want to join a mercenary group, they have to be selective. They can't join everything they encounter. Who can stand it if the boss turns out to be an idiot later?

Miller and his companions looked at each other and communicated with each other with their eyes.

"Okay, I'll do as you say."

If you obey, you will get candy.

For arms dealers, a few heavy machine guns may not be as expensive as Amsterdam's "traditional industry" services.

The nsv heavy machine gun counts as 2 boxes of liquor.

The rpd light machine gun counts as 20 cans.

Sorry, the professional characteristic is that when you come out to hang out, you have a lot of caliber.

…

When the helicopter slowly landed at the military camp outside Jubail.

Saw that Major Gary again.

Gao Jun originally thought he would look at Bell 212 several times. After all, the bullets of the militants fired several times into the sky, obviously opening at least dozens of navel holes in it.

Who knows, Gary didn't even look at him. He looked at Gao Jun with his dead fish eyes and said, "Major General Wells wants to see you."

Boss Gao raised his eyebrows and nodded with a smile, "Can you find a place for my guys to take a rest?"

Gary did not refuse and found an orderly to give him some instructions.

"plz follow me."

Gao Jun followed him into the temporary command post.

To say that they do know how to enjoy life, there is still agarwood burning in the battlefield. When you walk in, you can smell the smell, and several officers are playing chess around them.

"?" Question marks flashed in Gao Jun's head.

Brother, are you on vacation?

Once again, his knowledge was refreshed. It turned out that people who did this on the battlefield really existed.

When the group of people heard the footsteps, they turned around without even leaving their buttocks on the bench. Seeing that they were acquaintances, they even said hello.

Gary knocked on the innermost compartment, and a thick voice came from inside, "Come in."

After pushing the door open and entering, Gao Jun stood at the door and saw a general inside arranging his beard in front of the mirror.

"General, Mr. Yuri is here."

Wells didn't turn around, but glanced at the Asian man standing at the door through the glass, and responded vaguely, "You can go out."

Gary glanced at Gao Jun out of the corner of his eye and walked out obediently, closing the door behind him.

"Bang."

Wells threw the tool in his hand into the box with a crisp sound, turned his head, and smiled, but it looked a bit fake, as if he had squeezed it out. He pulled up the chair and said, "You

Here? I know you, you are very famous, please sit down."

He sat back on his chair and crossed his hands, "You are an arms dealer, and the 107 artillery pieces that attacked the Iraqi airport at night were distributed through you, right?"

"Sorry General, I can't answer you. I only know that I sold it to freedom-seeking fighters, but I don't know where it was used. Maybe I have to look for my fingerprints on the cannon."

I'm just a kitchen knife seller.

You took my kitchen knife to rob, am I an accomplice?

Then I feel very wronged.

Ying Ying Ying.

Wells felt that this Asian was slippery, "In this desert, your weapons killed many people." After he finished speaking, he looked at Gao Jun. The other person acted very calmly and used a lot of force.

Looking at him sincerely, he was not in any hurry to refute.

There is no sense of experience at all.
To be continued...