() The war came to an end, and there was a reason why it ended so hastily. It's not easy to be a good person once, if you don't leave, AIA will be surprised.

Of course, if Lao Bushu wants to be re-elected, don't wait. With so many GIs staying overseas, the pressure at home can be imagined. Not being able to go home for Christmas is definitely going to lose points politically.

The U.S. imperialists are planning to retreat here, but William White is struggling here. Due to the route, he did not have a chance to get close to that batch of gold. There is also the question of how exactly this group of guys will be placed.

"Max, what's going on, how many people are willing to stay. ”

"Less than 2,000, the weather in the past two days has been really bad. ”

"Damn stupid big wood, doesn't he know that he needs to pay for all these losses caused. After paying this money, he has a chance to die. ”

"Ahem, boss, how do we arrange here?"

"Africa can't go back for a while, I still have a small island in the Bahamas, and now it's almost sorted out. By the way, prepare a team of 500 people, I have some stock at Silly Damu, if the timing is right......"

"Boss, don't worry, I'll pick my own people. ”

"Tell them that there is a risk, and I won't admit that something happens. You can get 30% of the total. ”

"Rest assured, boss, that's what we do. ”

"Let them think clearly, this time the income is already good. If you want to retire as an instructor, now is the perfect time. ”

"Once I know the boss, I will tell you the details and let them choose. ”

Although William White knew, the bunch usually didn't say no. However, they still need to be told. Some people have war syndrome and can't go back to real life. Some are in it for the money.

Half a year of sand, this is not a small amount. In addition, William White, the boss, is not black. Or rather, he wants to fatten up this bunch of guys.

Don't look at the age of many guys, these experienced bastards are not something that ordinary people can deal with. Even if it's not as exaggerated as Rambo, it's extremely difficult.

Greed is the original sin, or rather, greed is the goal of human progress. William White may be rich, but he can't support them with his own money.

If you venture across the border, you will risk crossing the border. At this time, the stupid big wood should be crying in the toilet, I hope this thing won't mind.

"Young master, it's 280 kilometers back and forth, because you need to bypass the defense area of other troops, so this distance is relatively far. ”

"No, isn't the Athena nearby? These people don't have to go back, just board the ship and leave. Fifty tons at most, right?"

"Master, those cars?"

"Throw it in the sea. ”

"Ahem, okay, I'll go redesign. ”

"Be quick, these two days are still chaotic, and after this time, even the sporadic firefights are gone. Also, are you sure there are no guards?"

"No, the ministry has run away, I really don't understand, can it be said that they don't even have the nature of greedy for money. ”

William White was speechless, gold and American knives, what you have to spend is money. As it is today, gold is just a relatively beautiful metal.

There are a lot of stupid big wood's homes, but this product can't be used at all.

The war will not be fought, and the economic sanctions will not end. If you know each other a little, you will lose money cleanly. If not, hehe, the ending won't be too good.

"William, are you interested in continuing to work with the CIA? ”

"No, the contract is over, and this time, some of them are hired by Corwitt. A large number of them have chosen to retire. Why, they want to go back to Africa?"

Little Bushu was surprised that William White would not cooperate, he guessed. What he didn't expect was that he actually guessed the purpose of the CIA.

"Hey, I'm curious, how did you guess?"

"You don't have to guess, just watch the TV show to know where the mess is the most, and there must be this group of guys.

This group of trouble baskets, I don't want to be contaminated with bad luck. Look at it, I was blown up by my own people this time, isn't it just that the group of idiots didn't arrange it?

Nima, stay mysterious? They have a fart secret. ”

"Well, I'm kind of convinced now, bad luck is contagious, and these idiots really are. ”

After ending the conversation with Boushur Jr., William White still needs to continue to worry about his subordinates.

It's also a problem to put the ministry in the Bahamas, these are not safe guys, and if something comes out, it's really not enough to worry about it.

Forget it, let's take a long month off first. A group of guys with a full purse must have a lot of hormones to consume.

"Hehe, sure enough, I still don't want to see the CIA. That Max, indeed a talent, dragged a group of rabble, and actually went on a rampage all the way. ”

"Hehe, with this group of guys, Corwitt won't be such a weak chicken. At the very least, they can resist a little. ”

"Not necessarily, after all, it's hired. "Obviously, old Bushu sees the problem more than his son. If he was so able to fight, how could William White let go.

The US imperialists won the battle this time, but they also exposed many problems. The army that went to pick up the dead dogs actually had battle damage, which also made Peanuton annoyed.

People are always like this, and before the start of the war, the most optimistic battle losses will be more than 1,000. Well, now that's fine, plus my own accidental injury, I don't have more than two hundred.

Anyone who said this before the war would have been laughed at, but now it's good, the losses are very small. But there are still people who are not satisfied.

Nima, if only a few dozen people. That's definitely a shocking achievement. It's all those damn army troops, so many ruined goods in their hands, and they can still die.

And that bullshit Apache, it's just weird. Armed to the teeth, he was still beaten enough to choke. This Nima doesn't have a fixed-wing plane, and if Silly Damu has this thing flying in the sky, my God, how many people will die.

Tsk, whose A10 is it, hurry up and resume production. This thing is much more reliable than the F16 to fight tanks.

And that armored car, which is clearly not as good as the Bentley. What is this Nima called, that thing is simply a toy of the rich class. If you look at the desert today, this car is standard at all. If you don't have a few at home, you won't be embarrassed to say hello when you go out.

If Silly Damu knew Peanutton's entanglement now, it is estimated that he would directly burst his blood vessels. You guys are so bullying, I've measured it like this, and you're still not satisfied.

Woo, my army of millions?

The guys who escaped were almost all left with a pair of bottoms. Weapons and equipment are okay, as long as there is enough time, there is always a way to think about it.

It's just that this is a bunch of guys who are scared silly, in case there is another war in the future. They subconsciously want to run.

Whether it's self-confidence or morale, it's really a fight. If you stay at home and blow it, a strong army can't blow it out.

Silly Damu's heart was dripping blood, and he knew it very well now. He is a fish on the board, and if the US imperialists do not kill him, they will never stop.

In the face of the devastated country, Silly Damu is crying, and Corwitt is crying. They're not the same as Silly Big Wood, they're a militaristic bastard, they're not.

Well, it seems that if you want to resume production, you still have to borrow.

Of course, borrowing now is not the same as it was a few months ago. At that time, your country was gone, and others didn't dare to lend it to you, but now it's different, they all knock out their heads and want to borrow money.