Carrying 23 kilograms of...US dollars.

Gao Jun still looked unreal.

Are Americans so wild in their payments?

"Mr. Yuri, thank you for your help." The major shook hands and said very considerately, "The level of the war may increase soon. If you want to leave, I can arrange ground troops to escort you away, but of course not

Individually, you need to work with other arms dealers, and you need to pay a fee of 600 US dollars per person!"

Hearing the first half of the sentence, Gao Jun was still very happy, but the second half of the sentence made Boss Gao not very happy.

Want money?

I can sell God again!

He paid 600 US dollars and had dozens of people in his team. Wasn’t this all for nothing?

"There must be rich people in this world, but it's obviously not me." Gao Jun couldn't help laughing. He cooperated and opened his pocket, "It's clean."

This shameless look is just like the villains in the White House.

The major glanced at the money box that Tonikov was carrying out of the corner of his eye. He looked ugly, smiled stiffly, and then left with a dark face.

He just wants to make extra money, what's wrong?

Do you think these generals in the US military are really clean?

They will also make war profits in private, using their power to send teams to escort arms dealers away and collect "fees" from them. Even if they are discovered, they will say that this is a mission.

You have the right not to use it, it will become invalid upon expiration!

"If it's cheaper, I might be able to get a ride. Do I look like an idiot?" Gao Jun asked Tony and the others, and even embarrassed himself.

Do you really think you are rich?

Is it easy to make some hard-earned money?

"By the way, where are Rabe and his friends? Why haven't I seen them?"

Tonikov also spread his hands, "I haven't seen him either. After arriving at the military camp, he disappeared."

"Damn it!" Gao Jun put his hands on his hips and cursed in a low voice.

"Mr. Yuri..."

Suddenly, he heard a familiar shout. Gao Jun turned his head and saw an old acquaintance... Miller!

You can tell even if he wears sunglasses.

Just like in Siberia, if you see Asians, don't doubt it, they may be the descendants of potato farmers.

Miller is holding an AK47?

The magic modification was a bit excessive, not to mention installing rails, even the length of the gun body was reduced, and two shelves were placed on the front. In addition to these, even the exterior color was changed to black.

What's even more outrageous is his extended magazine!

Damn it, you can at least put down 70 bullets!

"Hey, Miller!" When Gao Jun saw him, his eyes lit up, he opened his hands and rushed over, giving the other person a heavy hug. Such a human touch caught the other person off guard for a moment, and he opened his hands and looked at him blankly.

He looked at Tonikov, who spread his hands towards him.

"Why are you here?"

Miller said, "We are waiting for orders here to assist the United Nations forces in launching an offensive on the ground. Boss, don't you know?"

Gao Jun's face hardened and he laughed. He didn't know if this was too embarrassing.

"I'm not in charge of this now. The company is developing very fast. Now there is a special department to contact you. I've heard about it."

"Yes, Barbarian, that's a nice name." Miller said with a simple smile, "Umbrella has something to do with me."

"If you have any difficulties, you can contact the company. Don't worry, we are your strong backing." Gao Jun said with a smile, looking past him and seeing many strange faces standing behind him, "These are..."

"Oh, boss, these are my new teammates." Miller enthusiastically passed by a strong man standing next to him, and he could clearly see his Germanic ancestry.

Why?

Because it has a tough smell. It’s like a fucking iron skull!

Just like the body odor of a black dog, which cannot be suppressed, the temperament of many bloodlines is very obvious.

For example, people in the Kennedy family all have "accidental" characteristics.

"Ludwig von Heinsberg Hersmann once served in the German GSG9 special forces and was the commander of the Second Special Operations Group. He was the main combatant in the 1977 German hijacking case." Miller knew it all.

introduced.

Gao Jun looked at each other with surprise on his face.

Although people with the name Feng are not necessarily nobles, it is absolutely impossible for ordinary people to have the name Feng. Are you the one who deserves this surname?

The most important thing is the retirement of the GSG9 special forces.

This is Germany's relatively famous border police force. It performed outstandingly during the Landshut hijacking incident, and now it also performs war-related tasks.

This had to wait until the federal border laws were repealed in 1994 before they were deprived of their status as soldiers and transformed into a professional police counter-terrorism force.

"Hello, Mr. Yuri." The other party reached out his hand actively, his voice was very magnetic, "I heard Miller talk about you many times."

Gao Jun smiled humorously and said, "He definitely didn't say anything nice about me."

"He thinks you are the most charismatic arms dealer."

"Then I was really flattered. I thought he had been talking about me behind my back, this damn vampire!"

This remark caused everyone to chuckle.

"We originally planned to go to dinner first, Mr. Yuri, let's go together. The cafeteria here is open to the public."

Naturally, Gao Jun would not refuse. The group of people walked towards the canteen. Inside the base, they could see many soldiers wearing different clothes, walking in groups, chatting and laughing very casually.

There were plates in the canteen. Gao Jun took an egg, chicken drumstick, and rice. This was to cater to Asian soldiers and other Asian countries.

Participants like Miller were free, while those like Gao Jun were charged $6.

"How many people are there in God's Armed Forces now?" Gao Jun asked with a smile after sitting down.

"There are 31 people, most of them have military experience, and the least of them have more than three years of mercenary experience."

"So many?" Gao Jun was surprised and said.

"The weapons of God's Armed Forces are more powerful. Taylor also specially left some heavy weapons for us before he left. They are quite sufficient on the battlefield. For mercenaries, a team with sufficient firepower is of course more suitable for contact."

"Two days ago, the company transferred our authority to S-level. We can use any weapons. If you need NATO weapons, you can also apply. Now we are the company's contract organization."

Gao Jun really didn't know this.

He didn't expect the barbarian department to start so quickly. He hadn't understood the situation yet, but looking at Miller's expression, he obviously thought it was pretty good.

"Of course this is the best. Don't worry, I won't treat my own people badly. When the company grows in scale, the basic salary and benefits will increase, and even generous support will be given. These are already under internal review. Otherwise,

How long." Gao Jun's nonsense was very logical, and Miller nodded after hearing this.

"Mr. Yuri, what are you here for..." Heinsberger asked.

"The Yankees need some weapons, and I happen to have some. I placed an order and just delivered them."

The new employees sitting next to them looked over at once. They knew that the company behind the organization was an arms dealer, but they didn't expect it to do business with Americans. From what he meant, it was quite big?

Several employees who were worried at first looked at each other.

The company requires the God's Armed Forces to sign a 10-year contract and does not stipulate that internal personnel cannot move. However, Miller requires a minimum of 6 years of service in the organization, and then removes the 25% deducted by the company and distributes the rest according to the number of years.

The price of mercenaries itself has great fluctuations.

Sometimes the price is not high.

How tall do you want your temp to be?

Like Sha Damu, who recruits mercenaries all over the world, the price is high, but his credit is not good, he owes Kuwait 18 billion US dollars, and he wants to kill him.

If there is no money, then it will be cool.

Therefore, many mercenaries still look for "stable" service providers, such as God's Armed Forces. Although the money they get is small, it is safe. If the US military takes other actions, the price will increase.

Therefore, it is normal for many mercenaries to take on private jobs.

Tinder Company has a rule: within the service period, the company only charges 2% for any additional price increase.

In other words, there is occasionally other income.

Gao Jun stirred the rice with a spoon, stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice, swallowed it and said, "Is it convenient for you? Give us a ride?"

"Of course, I won't let you work in vain. It's calculated as $50 per person, and the company won't charge this fee."

Miller glanced at Heinsberg, then nodded, "Of course, is it just you guys?"

"No, no, no, there's still a part." As soon as Gao Jun spoke, he heard the vibrating sound of the phone. He smiled sheepishly at Miller and the others, then took the phone and leaned on the table with his elbows.

This expression slowly solidified.

"Where?" His tone suddenly became unpleasant, and everyone on the table looked at him.
To be continued...