"This is Boris." Tonikov introduced from left to right. The first one was a man wearing a long-sleeved sea soul shirt. His face was very tough and his eyes were like a knife, making people dare not look directly at him. Gao Jun smiled at him.

"Valerie, Andri, Victor, Evgeny, and Valena, all belong to the 154th Special Forces Detachment."

Gao Jun was very satisfied, "The army with a very historical and profound force is welcome to join the Tinder Company." As he said that, he clapped his applause first, and a neat cater to the house.

"You have shown me the abilities of elite special forces members. The company will not let you do the mission in vain. We have bonuses, Tony."

Tonikov nodded, placed a black suitcase on the table, and pulled the thumbs of both hands, and then he heard a click. The lock opened and picked up. There were stacks of 1,000 rubles inside, tied.

"This is 1 million rubles. You can take it to the point of the task, which is the reward for the mission." Gao Jun waved generously, "Of course, if you need US dollars, you can also exchange it. I suggest you exchange it. The current situation is lowering the exchange rate every day."

1 million rubles = about 100,000 US dollars.

One person can get 20,000 yuan.

That is, Usoyang is so valuable, otherwise even a war mission would not be so expensive.

People have different identities, so the prices are of course different.

Seeing so much money, Boris and the others looked at each other.

fine…

No one was dirty at the beginning. Gao Jun was addicted to it just as he learned it. Isn’t it good to be a slave to money?

Many people are not qualified to be.

Previous slaves: Zha.

Slaves now: Received.

Gao Jun leaned over his body, pushed a suitcase hard, pushed it into the middle of the table, and sat sideways, "Don't be polite."

Boris stood up and pulled the suitcase over, his voice was dull, and he said in English with his feet, "Thank you sir."

Gao Jun smiled, "You, Yevgeny and Andri follow me in the future. I will arrange you to the barbarian department of the company for the rest of the company. You will set up a new group: security protection, mainly responsible for the safety of the high-level travel of the unit."

He doesn't need so many people himself.

Just equip a team of about 5 to 7 people. If there are too many people, what are the benefits of being larger than the goal?

The arms dealer hides in the protection circle of customers.

Of course, being air strikes are counted as well.

"Sir, I want to follow you." Valina, the only female, suddenly spoke. When Gao Jun looked over, she raised her head stubbornly.

"Who are you better than anyone here? Who do you think you can replace?" Gao Jun asked curiously.

He is a bit macho, of course he is not discriminating against women, but that war is really unfriendly to women. If my aunt comes and has dysmenorrhea, can you guarantee that your bullet will not hit the boss?

If menopause is over, you are sure that you won’t pull the grenade and die together? While women are emotional, they are also full of emotional insolence.

Valina looked at Boris and others with a glance, and she was speechless. Those who could enter Gruu were the elite troops of their respective troops, and they were combat troops!

Valina is the intelligence department.

Have received some training, but only for self-protection.

"Don't worry, your salary is the same, and there are benefits and subsidies when going out for field trips, but the prices in different regions are different, and the specific company finance will be connected with you."

Gao Jun crossed his hands and looked at everyone with a gentle expression, "Do you have any questions?"

"No more, sir!" said in unison.

Boss Gao nodded with satisfaction and looked at his watch, "When can you go to work?"

Boris: "It's OK at any time."

"very good."

Capitalists like such employees.

"Go and rest first, wait until I contact the company and then tell you, Scottis." He shouted to the door.

The Soviet guy standing outside turned his head when he heard the voice and pushed the door in, "Sir, are you calling me?"

“Take them to rest.”

"Okay." Scottis looked, "Please come with me."

Boris and others stood up and followed him.

Only Gao Jun and Tonikov were left in the compartment.

He picked up a bottle of mineral water, took a big mouthful, exhaled, shook his head, "What do you think of Valena?"

"She has a high internal rating, saying that she is Margarida Konekuva of the new era."

Gao Jun raised his head in surprise, "Are you kidding?"

"Politicians like to joke that they can even call a piece of shit a savior..."

Margarida Konekuva was a female spy in the Soviet Union. During World War II, in order to obtain the secret of the American atomic bomb, Konekuva successfully got into the small circle of senior scholars at Princeton University. More importantly, Einstein, a great physicist who was over 60 years old, also fell under her pomegranate skirt.

"I want to open an intelligence service department under the Barbarian Service Department, and one person needs to be responsible."

Intelligence can make money, okay?

Of course, this is not sold to black dogs. If the black people want any information, they can go there directly. Anyway, they can't understand the compass, and even if you ask them to charge, you may also crawl forward!

If intelligence can be updated faster than the CIA, CIA, and Mossad, wouldn’t it be... the military would have to ask you to buy it?

It's exciting to think about it.

However, there are too much money and energy to be paid in this, but even small-scale development is beneficial and not harmful. For example, instigating internal riots in the African warlords in the later stage, so that they can sell their weapons.

"Valina?"

"Of course not. Any promotion will be given priority to the elderly. This is my principle and my commitment to you." Gao Jun said with a smile.

He doesn't want the company to be divided due to certain problems. The company is still small and he can still control the master, but what if one day there are more than a thousand or even tens of thousands of employees?

Only talent is a way to make ends meet.

Tonikov looked at the boss, and the two looked at each other.

"Okay, please contact Taylor and ask him to help arrange them. I'll go to the airport to check it out. We will try to set off in the evening. The situation has become increasingly wrong recently."

Gao Jun said, picking up half a bottle of unfinished mineral water and walking outside. A gust of wind blew, causing him to tighten his collar.

At the airport, he saw the modified An 12, painted white all over and painted with a red cross, looking very cute. He could see the heavy-dressed logistics staff drying with a dryer.

"Balshaq," he shouted.

Four-eyed boy, who was yawning in the distance, turned his head and put down his holding hands, and trotted over. His eyes were scarlet, "Boss."

"Thank you for your hard work, haven't you rested this night?"

"I have to watch it, it's okay."

Gao Jun patted him on the shoulder, very satisfied with their efficiency, which fully demonstrated that as long as the money is in place, it would be easier to renovate a plane.

Money can smooth out all the wrinkles of life!

"Can you take off on time tonight?"

"Yes, the route has been applied for, but according to the news, Kuwait and Iraq's airspace have been blocked recently due to war issues."

"When did it happen?" Gao Jun frowned and asked.

“12 a.m..”

"Fuck!" Gao Jun cursed. If the flight was banned, where would my plane stop? Is it the desert?

No, no, you have to contact the US military.

Hopefully, it can be allowed and protected by air.

If it comes to Saudi Arabia, it will be even more dangerous to transport it over.

"Arranging the crew and logistics personnel, take a flight to Saudi Arabia at night. I have to make a call. Damn, those myopic pilots will definitely knock me down." Gao Jun glanced at An 12 and sweared and hurried back to the dormitory.

He pushed open the door and didn't close it, so he hurriedly picked up the phone and found the person in charge of the US Department of Defense.

At this time, it was still afternoon in the United States.

When the phone was called, someone answered it soon. When Gao Jun made his request, the other party casually said, "Sorry, Yuri, there is probably nothing we can do about this."

"Why? General Ross."

"I can't guarantee your safety. You know, missiles don't have eyes."

Gao Jun was about to continue speaking, but the other party spoke, "OK, OK, uh, Mr. Yuri, I have something to do. By the way, please pay attention to the concept of time and don't be overdue." After he said that, he hung up the phone.

Gao Jun's nose was so angry that he was crooked.

What are you doing!

The Pentagon is indeed full of shit.

Of course, this is also because the small arms dealer has no human rights. The 1,600 bazooka will send fighter jets to protect you?

It's ridiculous...
To be continued...