A building in Virginia with a heavily guarded perimeter. Two hundred meters away from this building are guards, and no one is allowed to approach. There are also some important people who are heavily guarded by bodyguards. Retired generals from the Pentagon, major bosses of private military companies, are frequent visitors here.

There's a very confusing name here—the Matthews Club. The club has only twenty members since its inception, and they are absolute authorities from more than sixty private military companies and military-industrial complexes. But in reality, it was the headquarters of the Military Career Management Council.

In a secure, completely enclosed, soundproofed conference room, the faces of the twenty participants in the meeting were all unsightly.

"Gentlemen, this is a declaration of war! It is the greatest challenge that the Management Committee has faced since its establishment more than 20 years ago. A white man in his fifties tapped on the table, "The Black Isle has gone beyond what we can tolerate. They're trying to challenge the bottom line of the management committee!"

"Jeff, this is your problem. We're here to solve your problems, not to listen to your complaints. The current situation is that of our more than sixty companies, at least twenty of which have quit the committee and joined that damn global mercenary alliance that the Black Isle Corporation had established. The rest of the companies are also hesitant. We want to hear the Commission's response, not complain. Morningstar's Joe said viciously.

"You say so much just to ask us to reduce our administrative costs, but this is impossible to avoid, and we have to collect these fees if we want to keep the committee functioning. We are organized, and we can't change orders like the fat dragon. Jeff from the Management Committee said impatiently.

"The problem now is that our mercenaries are gone. Our employees are asking for higher salaries, and if we do what they say, it's going to add a lot of money, and you know how much the U.S. government taxes our kind of businesses are? A black man said cautiously.

"That's right, if this continues, our private military company is finished. The management committee must also be disbanded! To be honest, some of the rules of the committee must be changed! We can no longer be oppressed like this. The boss of another private military company said loudly.

"Silence, gentlemen, we are discussing a threat from the Black Isle Corporation. Jeff exclaimed.

"I don't care about any threats, I just know that more than a thousand of my employees officially submitted an ultimatum to us yesterday. Either give them a raise, or they're going to strike. Gentlemen, they're on a combat mission in a conflict zone, so what does it mean if they do strike out? They might as well just kill me. The owner of a private mercenary company said helplessly.

"The Global Mercenary Alliance, which was established by the Black Isle Company, only charges a small fee, and they are on the island of St. Kaiser. Long Fatzi, that bastard is now the legal big chief there, how much the tax rate is, whether it is levied or not, is completely a matter of his words. But we're different, we're a big system. It is not possible to say that the reduction is reduced, and the fees imposed by each company are carried out in accordance with the procedure. Several members of the management committee were bitter.

"We understand, but our mercenaries don't. They even formed a mercenary union, elected Silver Wolf as their representative, and negotiated salaries with various companies. Their slogan is to reject exploitation. If we follow the committee any longer, we will not be able to meet their demands, and they will strike en masse.

God, if you think about it, mercenaries are on the right track! It's a joke! If the committee doesn't adjust its strategy, then after this meeting, I'll have to choose to quit the management committee. "Someone else complained.

"Gentlemen, these are extraordinary times, and the Committee needs your loyalty. "Jeff, a member of the committee, felt like he was going crazy.

"Sir, it's not about loyalty, because it's just business. We are a commercial company, and it is impossible to buy and sell at a loss without guaranteeing profits. The representative of the Military Career Resources Corporation shook his head.

"That's right, the committee has to make adjustments. It is imperative for the mercenaries to raise their salaries, because if we refuse, we will be left with no one available. But the management committee has a responsibility to protect the interests of our company, otherwise what is the use of you?" said again.

Several members of the management board could only turn their heads to look at a few military-industrial giants on the other side.

Representatives of Lockheed Martin were the first to state that "this is a problem that only exists in military service companies, and we, as military manufacturers, have no right to express our opinions." ”

The representative of Raytheon also said helplessly, "I can't help either, I just hope you can handle this matter calmly." ”

"Calm down? How can we be calm? We are different from you! You military businessmen and businessmen have a lot of money, and the profit from selling a fighter plane is enough for us to earn for a year. What about us? In Afghanistan, in Syria, we are fighting to the death and taking huge risks. The top is going to be suppressed and exploited by the management committee, and now those mercenaries below are going to rebel and boycott! The two ends are contained, and the company's interests cannot be guaranteed, how can we calm down?" Qiao of Morningstar Company was furious.

The representatives of the private military companies below were also all breathless, gossiping, and the scene fell into chaos for a while.

A member of the committee came in from outside and whispered a few words in the ear of Jeff, who was presiding over the meeting. Jeff slammed his fist on the table and yelled, "Enough, stop arguing!"

The conference room was a little quieter. Jeff, who knew that he was a little out of shape, said helplessly, "I just got the confirmed news that the Global Mercenary Alliance has made a resolution to open up the mercenary market in Africa and give up 30% of the contract share of more than 20 countries in Africa. Five more companies have joined their global mercenary alliance. ”

"It's okay now, almost half of the people have run away. You're also meeting here to discuss how to deal with it. When the results come out, I'm afraid I'm afraid there will be only a few of you in this room. I don't care, you can do whatever you want. My company is out of the committee. A representative of a private military company, pushing away his chair, strode outside.

"This ......" There was another chaos in the conference room. Jeff on the management committee is going to have his heart broken, this damn dragon fat man, what a devil who kills people without seeing blood.

He directly grasped the profit-seeking nature of the merchants, and the mercenaries put pressure on all the private military companies. As a result, the private military companies became dissatisfied and distrustful of the management committee, and gradually turned to the Global Mercenary Alliance. This was not enough, he even ceded some of his interests to these private military companies.

Jeff now felt that he was out of control of the situation, and the large military-industrial enterprises in the conference room clearly looked indifferent. And the representatives of those mercenary companies are full of resentment and distrust of the management committee.