Tang Dao's connections have been established on a certain basis.

He was trading with Isaiah of BTA in Germany. Heud called and told him to ask for another shipment.

The Jew was unbridled in expressing his love on the phone.

"Nicholas, you are the best gift God has given me, my friend, I must entertain you well if you have the opportunity to come to Germany." Isaiah was playing golf, and the sound echoed loud.

"Then can you give two more tons of rice for the sake of your friend's face?" Tang Dao turned the pen in his right hand and laughed, at this time, John just walked in, he raised his hand, and motioned for the other party to sit next to him and wait.

Jews are notoriously shrewd, you want to get a little cheap from them, it's like pulling out of the mouth of old X, it's theoretically unlikely, sure enough, Isaiah began to cry poor, which means nothing more than saying that business is not good now, the cost is too high or something, balabala, the whole Tang knife skull hurts.

"Stop, stop, you better get my goods ready and load them tomorrow."

"Okay, guaranteed!"

After Tang Dao hung up the phone, he looked up at John, "What's wrong?" Is something wrong? ”

"Boss, the Arctic Fox." John said with a strange expression.

The Arctic Fox is finally here!

Tang Dao's face was happy, his company's security capability should be able to rise several levels in an instant, as long as the logistics support is strong, almost in North Africa or the whole of Africa, there is no need to be afraid, he stood up, "Go, where are the people." ”

"On the playground."

The playground of the 50-kilometer airport is actually a large vacant land, and Tang Dao plans to build a playground here, but it has not yet started, and there are rubble and tiles everywhere.

When Tang Dao passed, he saw a group of strong men sitting on the ground, talking softly to each other, while three people stood and smoked, wrinkling their eyebrows.

Witt. Rodell saw him first, and after pushing the other two, he threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and hurriedly walked over, before he could speak first, Tang Dao hugged him, "Long time no see, Witt, I feel like you're losing weight again." ”

This made Witt, who was originally very apprehensive in his heart, feel warm immediately.

He originally thought that Tang Dao was just a small fight, but who knew that everyone was guarding a military airport, and there were hundreds of people under him, including weapons and equipment, and even transport planes, which... Is it still the same itinerant vendor I saw in Namibia?

It's going too fast.

"Mr. Nicholas." As soon as Witt's face relaxed, he let go of half of his body, and pointed to a white man behind him who was wearing a dark brown trench coat and a peaked cap, with a weathered face and a slightly older face, and introduced, "This is our regimental commander, Mister, the Delta Force has retired. ”

Delta Force?

Tang Dao turned his head to look at John, and then looked at Mister, the two sides... Look at each other as if they know each other?

"Hello, Mr. Nicholas." Mister smiled and stretched out his hand, and nodded slightly at John, "Long time no see... Teacher. ”

Walt?!

Teacher!

Including Tang Dao, Witt was also taken aback, but he knew how unruly his head was.

When he was in Chechnya, he carried a French DARD120-portable anti-tank missile to bombard the enemy at the commanding heights, and accurately hit the opponent's Mi-8 helicopter nicknamed "Hippo".

Mister's often saying is: the law doesn't judge me, but I can judge you on behalf of the bullet.

Nickname: Judge!

He's the central figure of the entire Arctic Fox, but he even calls John his teacher?

The world is too small.

"I'm no longer an instructor for the Delta Force, I'm now the head of the company's umbrella." John was very calm, and there was no joy of reunion after a long absence.

"Teacher, do you still care about that incident?"

"It's all over, I'm living well here, that's enough, what do you say?"

Mistre opened his mouth and nodded, looking at Tang Dao, "Sir, since the teacher is here, I am also happy to join, but our benefits..."

"I'm not like the Yankees, who are willing to hide their dollars in the bank, and I'll pay you well." Tang Dao turned to John and said, "Give him a contract for the preparation of management, and the others are regular employees." ”

John made a note of it and explained it to Mister and the others.

12,000 salary for regular employees?

Reserve management 22,000?

Is the task allowance extra?

The money spent on the Arctic fox alone is close to 500,000 US dollars, and more than 6 million a year, and if you add weapons and ammunition, logistics subsidies or death benefits, this year can easily reach 10 million US dollars.

Build a team of more than 30 people with 10 million dollars.

Miste all feel luxurious!

But Tang Dao thinks it's still cost-effective, and now the arms business can fund PMC, and when the latter is on the right track, they can support each other together.

"What do you think?"

"I can't say why I can't say no." Mister smiled and spread his hands.

"Very well, then let John take you to sign the contract, and then pick you up at noon in the cafeteria, you came at the right time, I just dug a Chinese chef, he must be the best in Mogadishu, like in my company, must be the best."

Tang Dao patted Mister on the shoulder, "Do a good job." ”

After he had finished saying a few more words to John, he departed.

"Teacher, the seal once invited you to be an instructor, but you refused, why... Came here as a mercenary? Mister still couldn't resist the curiosity in his heart, he was a person who really knew how powerful the other party was, and even when he was on the battlefield, he would occasionally imitate the other party, and the duties of the fireman and commander were taught by John.

"I'm short of money, is that okay?"

Miste was speechless for a moment, he wanted to refute, but where was the point of rebuttal?

He still remembers the first time he was sent on a mission, when he was still in an ordinary company, and his commander said to him, "If you are captured, then hold your head and surrender, you join the army for the sake of living, not to join the army to find a life, to live to have a future." ”

This sentence was not known until he became a mercenary.

What kind of industry you do, in fact, it's all about begging for food.

How can there be so many lofty reasons and excuses, just poor.

"Don't think about it so much, come with me to sign the contract, don't worry, the boss is a good person." John patted him on the shoulder, and Mister smiled.

……

Tang Dao, who returned to the office, called Aideed, who was here to sell the "dog trainer".

"Hey, Nicholas, I feel like you're looking for me more often than my wife." Aideed on the other end of the line said.

"But your wife doesn't care as much about your cause as I do, and I want you to conquer the people of Somalia most of all, Your Excellency."

If Tang Dao had been before, he would definitely have been a special sycophant.

This is a slippery thing to say.

Aideed was knocked down by the word president, laughed a few times, half of his anger was gone, and asked him what he was looking for.

"I think sir, your army needs someone to train you."