What Tang Dao was thinking at this time was that he still had fifty sets of night vision goggles, and now he finally found the owner.

The individual soldier has strong combat capabilities and can penetrate and assassinate. If a frontal battlefield is needed, Hinds and artillery can support it. Even if the road is far away, Il-76 can be used for long-range airdrop. On any battlefield in Africa, employees of the savior company can achieve it.

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Why don't you just slip in those U.S. dollars?

While Wit was waiting anxiously, Tang Dao finally nodded, "Of course, I welcome all of you, and the benefits will be no less than one hundred thousand dollars a year. This is my promise to you."

Wit let out a long sigh of relief, and the cheekbones on his face relaxed slightly, and he put down the big stone in his heart.

"Of course, I have one more thing to trouble you with."

"Please, sir."

"Just call me boss." Tang Dao corrected with a smile, stood up, his body was a little numb after sitting for a long time, he switched the mobile phone to his left hand, pinched his neck with his right hand and stretched, his voice was a little bit...

"I want you to help me contact my comrades in the old army. As long as they are willing to join, I am willing to hire them with a high salary and a large promotion period. If there is a contract, our company is also willing to pay liquidated damages. As long as you

Nod, I will take care of the money matter."

Help with recruiting?

This isn't really a request or a favor.

Wit knows how corrupt the KGB is. Have you ever seen someone who works as an agent during the day and goes home to sell sweet potatoes at night?

If he had 100,000 US dollars a year, he would definitely be willing to give his former comrades a hand.

"Of course, I can contact them and persuade them to join the company."

"Very good, as long as you can introduce one person to join, each person can get five hundred dollars."

Only interests can motivate people!

This era is no longer suitable for reasoning. If you don’t give me money, I’ll say nmb!

All education without money is just hooliganism. What kind of dream? I want to be the richest man in the world the year I graduate, and I want to survive the second year after graduation. It’s that simple. Tang Dao understands the human heart.

"thank you boss."

After Witt thanked him, he hung up the phone carefully, smiled at the little girl Cornelia and asked, "How much does it cost."

"Five dollars." The little girl raised her hand and said in a sweet voice, then raised her head again, with her big eyes flashing, "Is the Mr. Nicholas you are talking about the same Mr. Nicholas?"

This was a bit awkward to say. Witt was stunned for a moment before he understood and nodded, "Yes."

Cornelia immediately became energetic and climbed onto the counter on the small stool, "Is he in Namibia?"

"No, he's in Somalia."

The little girl lowered her head in disappointment and pouted, "He didn't even come back to see Cornelia? He said he wanted to see me."

How could such a cute little girl be let down?

Witt touched her forehead and said softly, "Then, should I tell him next time? Come and see our little princess of Namibia?"

Children are the easiest to lie to.

When Cornelia heard this, she raised her head and smiled, her eyes turned into crescent moons. She nodded heavily, raised her fists, and shouted, "Let him come to see the princess!" After saying this, she started laughing.

The sky in Namibia is extremely gray, but her smile is also full of joy.

Hell is also full of tenderness!

After Witt paid the money, he walked towards the door. In the dark corner diagonally opposite, four or five people were standing or sitting, talking quietly, smoking cigarettes, hearing footsteps, looking up at the same time, their eyes filled with

Sharp.

"Pharaoh! That man said that?"

One of them had a mohawk and was holding a 33e automatic rifle in his hand. However, it might have been modified, and it didn’t look like much. It had a silencer and a magnifying glass. When he stood up, he asked irritably.

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Witt's nickname is Pharaoh?!

"He agreed. In terms of welfare benefits, he will be treated by us according to certain standards. I feel it is higher than the price offered by EO." Witt pondered for a moment and then changed his mind about the company's benefits.

One hundred thousand dollars may not be the most.

eo offered them 150,000 yuan, but they worked almost all year round and could buy insurance, but the so-called personal accident insurance was just another kind of pension. Although eo had capital support behind them, they

The ability to find loopholes in treatment is also good. If people don’t review carefully, it’s really easy to be deceived by them.

"I think it would be better to join that or something...the Savior Company." The mohawk raised his hand and said.

"I agree too." A man sitting at his feet raised his hand in agreement. Mohawk touched his head "lovingly", and the latter also rubbed his face with comfort.

In the days when there were no women, they obviously took pleasure in teasing each other.

Witt saw that everyone tended to go to the savior and was very satisfied. "If you can introduce your former comrades to join, each of you can get five hundred dollars."

"omg!" The man who was originally sitting widened his eyes and asked repeatedly in disbelief, "Five hundred per person?"

"Yes! Five hundred per person."

"Fake, then ask him if he needs a company of Spanish Foreign Legion soldiers? They are all elite soldiers!" the man said excitedly.

A company? There are about 90 to 120 people.

Witt spread his hands flat and signaled the other party to calm down, "Coffin, as long as you can get it, he will not be short of this little money, he is very rich!"

The Spanish Foreign Legion may not be as good as their French "brothers" (French Foreign Legion) in terms of numbers and reputation, but this unit is not inferior at all in terms of training or combat effectiveness, and may even surpass the French Foreign Legion.

In recent years, whenever Spain participates in the peacekeeping missions of the United Nations or NATO organizations in various places, it almost always sends this unit to report under the name "Spanish Legion".

They once played the regimental song "Death Lovers" of the Corps and rushed towards the camp of the Moroccan colonial resistance forces. They were even rude and did not hide their ferocity. At that time, General Rivera, the commander-in-chief of the Spanish Army, went to the Moroccan front line to inspect, and the Corps was welcoming

When he was fighting, each soldier had the head of a Lifu rebel stuck in the tip of his spear. Rivera almost fainted and fell to the ground.

Later, after Franco came to power, they were known as "Franco's beasts" and were hated by the Spanish people. It was not until the dictator's death in 1975 that their name was changed from the Foreign Legion to the Legion, but some

After all, glory belongs to warriors, and names are one of them. Many people were unconvinced and left the team.

Over the next twenty years, the Western military's suppression of the Foreign Legion did not stop.

Coffin said he could bring a company...

This possibility still exists.

Anyway, if you don’t treat me as a human being, why should I be loyal to you? Just like the golden eagle... (pull it out and continue to complain).

"Thank you, I love you so much." Coffin jumped up and wanted to give Witt a hug. The latter was so frightened that the latter shrank a few steps, his head went numb, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he almost made a defensive move, "You'd better go and thank him.

Boss, I won’t pay you.”

Only then did the coffin stop.

"We'd better leave for Somalia. The boss doesn't like waiting for others." Witla opened his sleeves and looked at his watch and said.

Everyone nodded in agreement, picked up their weapons and went to join the others.

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Tang Dao here had just hung up the phone, and before he could rest for a moment, Robert, who had just gone out, came back with a slightly gloomy expression.
Chapter completed!