The Strongest Arms Dealer Chapter 89

What Tang Dao was thinking at this moment was that there were still fifty sets of night vision devices, and now the owner had finally been found.

Individual soldiers have strong combat capabilities, penetration and assassination. If a frontal battlefield is required, Hind and artillery can support it. Even if the distance is long, Il-76 can be used for long-range airdrops. On any battlefield in Africa, employees of The company can achieve it.

Why don't the dollars slip in with a crash?

Just when Witt was waiting anxiously, Tang Dao finally nodded, "Of course, I welcome you all, and all of you come in, and the welfare package will not be less than one hundred thousand dollars a year. This is my promise to you."

Witt breathed a sigh of relief, the cheekbones on his face eased a little, and he put down the big stone he was carrying in his heart.

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

"Please, sir."

"You can just call me the boss." Tang Dao corrected with a smile, stood up, his body was a little numb after sitting for a long time, switched the mobile phone to his left hand, pinched his neck with his right hand and stretched his waist, his voice was a little bit drag. "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 substantial promotion period. If there is a contract, our company is also willing to pay liquidated damages. As long as you nod, I'll take care of money matters."

Help recruit people?

It's not really a request, a helping hand.

Witt knows how corrupt the KGB is. Have you ever seen someone who works as an agent during the day and sells sweet potatoes at night?

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

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

"Very good, as long as you can introduce someone to join, everyone can get five hundred dollars."

Only interest can motivate people!

Now this era is no longer suitable for reasoning, if you don't give money, say NMB!

All education that does not give money is playing hooligans, what dreams? Wanting to be the world's richest man in the year of graduation, and wanting to live in the second year of graduation, it's that simple, Tang Dao understands people's hearts.

"thank you boss."

After Witt thanked, he hung up the phone carefully, and asked the little girl Cornelia with a smile, "How much is it?"

"$5." The little girl raised her slap and said in a milky voice, then raised her head again with big eyes, "Is the Mr. Nicholas you're talking about the same Mr. Nicholas?"

This was a bit of a mouthful, Witt understood after being slightly stunned, nodded, "Yes."

Cornelia regained her spirits immediately, and climbed onto the counter on a small bench, "Is he in Namibia?"

"No, he's in Somalia."

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

How could such a lovely little girl let her down?

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

Children are the best liars.

When Cornelia heard this, she raised her head and smiled, her eyes were bent into crescent moons, she nodded heavily, raised her fists, and shouted, "Let him come to see the princess!" After speaking, she laughed first.

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

Hell is full of tenderness too!

After Witt paid the money, he walked towards the door. In the dark corner diagonally opposite, there were four or five people standing or sitting, silently talking, smoking a cigarette, hearing footsteps, and looking up at the same time, eyes full of sharpened.

"Pharaoh! That man said so?"

One of them has a Mohawk head, holding a 33E automatic rifle in his hand, but it may have been modified, and it doesn't look like it. It has an extra silencer and a magnifying glass. When he stood up, he asked impatiently. .

Witt's nickname turned out to be Pharaoh? !

"He agreed. In terms of benefits, he will be paid by us according to a certain standard. I feel that the price is higher than the price offered by EO." Witt pondered for Xiahou, and then changed the company's treatment again.

One hundred thousand dollars may not be the most.

EO gave them 150,000 yuan, but they are almost open all year round and will buy insurance, but the so-called personal accident insurance, it is better to say it is another kind of pension. Although EO has capital support behind it, but they The ability to find treatment loopholes is also good. If you don't take the review seriously, it is really easy to be deceived by them.

"I think it's better to join that... The company." Moxican raised his hand and said.

"I agree too." A man sitting at his feet raised his hand in response, and Moxigan touched his head "lovingly", and the latter also rubbed his face comfortably.

On days without women, they apparently took pleasure in flirting with each other.

Seeing that everyone tends to go to The, Witt is also very satisfied, "If you can introduce your former comrades-in-arms to join, each of you can get five hundred dollars."

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

"Yes! Five hundred per person."

"Fake squid, then you 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 90~120 people.

Wit spread his hands flat, signaling to the other party to calm down, "As long as you can get the coffin, he won't be short of this little money, he is very rich!"

The Spanish Foreign Legion may not be comparable to their French "brothers" (French Foreign Legion) in terms of numbers and fame, but this force is not inferior in terms of training or combat effectiveness, and may even surpass the French Foreign Legion. In recent years, as long as Spain participated in the peacekeeping missions of the United Nations or NATO in various places, UU Read Book www.uukanshu.com almost always sent this unit to report in the name of "Spanish Corps".

They once played the group song "Lovers of Death" and rushed towards the camp of the resistance forces in the Moroccan colony. When he was fighting, each soldier had a head of a rebel from the Lifu tribe stuck on the tip of his gun, and Rivera almost fainted to the ground.

Later, after Franco came to power, they bore the name of "Beasts Raised by Franco" and were hated by the Spanish people. After the death of the dictator in 1975, their names were also changed from the Foreign Legion to the Legion, but some After all, glory belongs to fighters, and names are also one of them. Many people were not convinced and left the team.

In the next two decades, the Western military's suppression of the Foreign Legion did not stop.

The coffin said it 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." The coffin jumped up and wanted to give Witt a hug, and the latter took a few steps back in fright, his head was numb, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he almost made a defensive move, "You should thank him Boss, I will not send you money."

Only then did the coffin stop.

"We still set off for Somalia. The boss doesn't like to wait for others." Witla said after rolling up his sleeves and looking at his watch.

Everyone nodded in agreement, and went to join the others with their weapons in hand.

Tang Dao here just hung up the phone, and before he had a short rest, Robert, who had just left the house, came back again with a slightly gloomy face.

"Boss, something happened."

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