The establishment of the African PMC Industry Mutual Aid Association has no impact on the outside world at all, and many people have not even heard of it, but it is not very good news for some security companies that want to enter the African market.

Mexico City.

North America's "Gold Grotto", the world's largest "flour mill"! And Colombia, the Golden Triangle region, and known as the place of chaos, the favorite of outlaws.

Here, remember a truth, never, don't buy insurance, because it's useless to buy it, it's better to try to buy a coffin, day and night are never ZF's final say, those flour tycoons are the ones who dominate.

On the left side of Plaza de la Constitución, directly opposite the Cathedral of Mexico City.

This is one of the oldest churches in all of North America, and the gorgeous frescoes on the walls illustrate the greatness of what it once was a successor to the Aztec temple.

At this time, there was silence in the church.

White and black are two extremes, but the presence at this time indicates that someone has gone to see God.

A group of strong men in suits, sitting neatly on chairs, did not make a sound, they covered their tattoos well, like the last respect for the deceased, while the priest was very nervous holding the Bible, standing by the coffin, constantly reading eulogies, in which lay a middle-aged man in his forties, pale.

Aldous. Galton!

In Mexico City, the eldest son of the Galton family clashed with someone in a bar and was killed!

And next to the coffin, there was an old man with white hair, his expression was gloomy, age spots hung all over his cheeks, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes, this was his only son, but fortunately, after staying, although the son was very romantic, this was obviously the curse of the Galton family.

And those murderers...

It's been a long time since I can't find it, but there are plenty of clues pointing to the Brotherhood!

Those young people never knew how to respect the elderly, and now they killed their own children, Deward. Galton felt the anger.

Smack!

Suddenly, the pastor, perhaps frightened or nervous, fell straight from his hand, slammed into the coffin, and then fell to the ground.

Dward. Galton shook his hand, didn't raise his eyes, just looked at his son in the coffin, and sighed, "Why do you want you to go quietly, but there are always people who like to make noise?" Aldous. ”

Two big men stood out from behind him, pulling the priest left and right, covering his mouth, dragging him to the back, and there was a dull snort. Galton had the coffin closed, and six strong men carried it out of the church.

The Galton family is a well-known social group in Mexico, which has existed since 1516, for more than 400 years, a typical old North American family, during the Spanish colonization, this family has produced 17 high-ranking officials, and has gathered a lot of land, although in the 19th century, the Mexicans rose, but the Galton family did not lose much, and its consortium controls about 2.1% of Mexico's GDP, and its power is throughout North America, but it can only be counted in Mexico City.

Elsewhere in North America...

There are other players.

Three of the flour merchants currently active in Mexico are funded by the Galton family, and they are here to cover the sky.

When a member of the Galton family dies, they will be buried in their own cemetery. Galton, holding a child, watched the coffin being covered with soil, and the old man, who was over sixty years old, was also leaning on his back, but turned his head to look, and the young grandson slowly straightened up again, he wanted to help his grandson to the throne!

"The Godfather."

Right here in Dward. As Galton was about to leave, a strong man with a beard and a height of nearly two meters leaned in.

"What's the matter, my child?" Dward's voice was very weak.

The strong man glanced at Dward, who was only up to his chest. Galton, he can kill the other party with one punch, but he doesn't dare, as a "servant" raised by the Galton family since childhood, what he is instilled is loyalty, keep his head down, "Our business in Africa has difficulties." ”

"What happened?"

"Savior Company has set up the PMC Industry Association, which has brought in the largest EO in the south, and said that it will rectify the rules of the industry." The strong man whispered.

Dward. Galton squinted, "Young people are always full of energy, but we don't seem to have this kind of business." ”

Of course he knows Tang Dao, who doesn't know the "Somali Condor" now? No, there are still people who call him, as long as the "African Emperor" is in Africa, there is no problem that he can't settle, his connections are too wide, and there are many people in Europe who have a good relationship with him.

The strong man whispered, "Kirby has this business in Egypt..."

Dward frowned suddenly, this Kirby is his wife's younger brother, and he also came to the wedding today, he looked towards the position of his relatives, and saw a middle-aged man with a fat body who happened to look over, dodging his eyes, "Why is he doing the PMC industry again?" ”

The strong man looked embarrassed, and he didn't know why.

"Let him come." Dward said with a soft sigh.

The strong man nodded and walked towards the Colby, said a few words, and walked over with him, he was sweating profusely after eating these few steps, Dward looked at him, and resisted the urge to scold him, this Colby was young, relying on the relatives of the Galton family to do some, and Dward was not very kind to see him.

"What's wrong with your business?"

"Brother-in-law, that Asian does not allow other non-member companies to take orders, and he said that he wants to rectify the rules of the industry, and my business will fall all of a sudden." Colby began to cry.

Deward is also not a vegetarian, "Then why didn't you invite you to join?" ”

Kirby was stuck all of a sudden, and he stubbornly said, "There is a bit of a gap between us, in the previous war between Somalia and Zaire, my company took Zaire's order, and the two sides clashed a little on the battlefield." ”

This reason is untenable, Dward looked at Colby, the other party's eyes were still dodgy, there must be other things in it, and he was even more disappointed in him, and he was still hiding at this time, so he didn't bother to say, "You go first, I'll help you ask when I have time." ”

Colby is unwilling, his company is now stuck in Egypt, the whole industry is crowding him out, he can only sneak some small orders, which can't make much money, he wants to say a few more words, but he doesn't dare, this day, if he is stuffed into a coffin to accompany his nephew, it will be fun.

Dward can do this kind of thing.

He could only answer in a depressed voice, Dward squinted and watched the other party leave, and with the support of the bodyguard, he walked out of the cemetery, and said to the strong man as he walked, "Archie, what do you think of that Asian?" ”

Archie hesitated, "It's a talent. ”

"Talent? I'm afraid it's not all, a kid who came out of Poland and eventually became the largest private arms dealer in Africa and the world, which is a legend in itself, do you think he can integrate those PMC industries by virtue of kindness? Sometimes, you can't look at a person from jealousy and envy. ”

Archie answered, but apparently didn't hear much.

Dward sighed, "Help me invite him to meet." After he finished speaking, he took his grandson into the car, and Archie looked at each other from the car window, not knowing what he was thinking, with a little struggle in his deep eyes.

He probably knew what the old guy was going to do.

……