When Gao Jun pushed the small cart back to the dormitory, the old Taoist priest's snoring had already shook the sky, and Xiao Har was sitting opposite Muhammad, discussing something, and as soon as the two heard the sound of wheels, they turned their heads suspiciously and looked over.

“OMG！ Thomson? Ruger 08? **！ The fanatical Muhammad jumped barefoot from the bed, grabbed the pistol, licked the muzzle of the pistol as if pervertedly, and lowered his mouth as if to taste it.

"Are these for us?" Little Hal's eyes widened, his mouth half wide open, and he was reluctant to let go of Thomson in his hand.

"Naturally, the last thing our company lacks is arms." Gao Jun said a little proudly.

Little Hal was slightly stunned, his face turned pale, "We... Does the company sell arms? ”

"You didn't tell him?" Gao Jun didn't answer, but looked at Muhammad, who shook his head helplessly: "I haven't had time to say it yet." ”

"I don't want to be an arms dealer, they're all maggots on crocodiles!" Little Hal reacted very excitedly.

This whole Gao Jun also smiled bitterly.

The PMC industry is chaotic, and companies are training on personnel discipline issues almost in the form of free-range.

For example, the world-famous Blackwater Company is called by the U.S. government: "Special forces outside the establishment!" ”

They employ more than 1,000 people in Iraq, and in 2003, they were involved in the "prisoner abuse" scandal, which caused an uproar and protests throughout the Arab world.

On September 6, 2007, Blackwater employees opened fire on Iraqi civilians while escorting a U.S. diplomatic convoy on the streets of Baghdad, the Iraqi capital, killing at least 14 people.

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The above things are just a drop in the ocean, and most importantly, many other large, medium and small PMC companies also have this phenomenon, but Blackwater is too high-profile.

Gao Jun pressed Xiao Hal's shoulder, looked at each other tightly with his two eyes, and said word by word: "Hal!" I'm not here to kill people, I'm here to make money, the company I plan to set up is a comprehensive security company with a series of tasks such as static security, personal security, rescue, etc., and the most important thing is that I will use the discipline of PLA to require my employees to never allow indiscriminate killing of innocent people to happen. ”

This is a thought that Gao Jun has been thinking for a long time.

As for the employee dissatisfaction caused by too strict management, this is very simple, if you don't want to do it, get out!

As long as there is money, there is no lack of good fighters ... When the company grows bigger in the future, it can continue to cooperate with a certain country and accept excellent retired soldiers.

Of course, that's all for later.

“PLA？” Muhammad's eyes lit up, "Are they powerful?" ”

Gao Jun was startled and glared solemnly, "Don't touch the tiger's butt, that place is a forbidden place for mercenaries!" Do you believe it or not, as soon as you got off the plane, you were taken away and detained? Can you try it? ”

"No, no, no, I want to live longer." Muhammad laughed, but without further ado, he took his weapons and equipment and hid under the covers.

"You... Are you telling the truth? Hal still had horror on his face.

"I'm a businessman, not a pervert!"

Gao Jun's firm words obviously calmed Haal a lot, and after nodding his head, he returned to his timid and cowardly appearance, and lay down on the bed, his eyes blank, as if thinking about something.

Such a young child, who is too worried, must have a trauma in his heart, and it seems that he will have to find a professional talent in the future.

Just like God arming in the top ten PMC security companies, Gao Jun has met their employees, the treatment is better than Blackwater, the company's internal structure is very tight, and there is a psychological counseling department, led by a professor of psychology at the University of Pittsburgh, who gathered most of the psychological experts and even criminals under his command to guide the mercenaries who returned after the war, so as not to cause suicide and self-harm.

It really takes a lot of work to get to that point.

At present, Gao Jun's most urgent thing is to get his business certificate first, and if you want to be a watch in Iraq, you have to set up a memorial arch!

He sat down on Muhammad's bed and stretched out his hand to pound his head into the bed.

"Hey! High! You bastard, don't touch my birds! ”

Muhammad's head popped out of the bed, clutching his crotch, and he scolded dissatisfied.

Gao Jun didn't make a fuss, he still winked vigorously at the beard, and smiled, "I want to ask you, do you know the broker?" Help me register a company in Iraq. ”

"Register a company?" Mohammed was surprised for a moment and agreed: "This thing does have to be done, but if it's a bit stingy in Iraq, we can register in the UAE!" ”

"The UAE? Are there any benefits? Gao Jun asked.

This Muhammad was like a dog-headed military advisor, with cunning in his eyes, "High! This is the Arab region, and the UAE is arguably the largest and most prosperous country in the entire Middle East, which is conducive to our development and expansion of potential users. ”

When Gao Jun heard this, he suddenly realized, and patted the bearded man on the shoulder with a sigh and gave a thumbs up, "He is worthy of being a dog-headed military advisor!" ”

“Dog Head Division？” Muhammad said with some doubts.

This English translation is a little embarrassing, Gao Jun snorted a few times haha, and explained it casually, anyway, how to explain it, you must not let the other party know the deep meaning of this word.

Muhammad didn't care, pulled out the somewhat panicked magazine under his buttocks, tilted his head and thought for a while: "I have a CTF comrade-in-arms who works as a broker in Dubai, we can go to him." ”

"Can't you solve it by phone? I don't have time to go to Dubai! Gao Jun frowned.

The main thing is that there is no money, and the dollars on this body have to be discussed by steel hammers.

"I'm flipping through it." The bearded man spread out his hands, pouted his leather drum, and drummed out an old Nokia mobile phone on his white robe, flipped through the address book, and said: "Gao, you'd better think about it first, what is the name of the security company you want to register, it's best to remember it instantly." ”

"Ancestral Dragon! Zulong!, a security consulting company. This name is the most flavorful and Chinese name that Gao Jun has thought about for a long time.

Since ancient times, China has respected the first emperor of Qin, opened the world, embraced all rivers, and respected as the ancestral dragon!

What Gao Jun wants to do is to be the NO in this arms business! Show your ambitions.

The old Taoist priest's originally closed eyes lying on the bed in the depths of the dormitory suddenly opened, and a trace of clarity and entanglement flashed in the turbidity, but in the end, the corners of his mouth smiled, and he tilted his head and fell asleep.

Only the Chinese understand this meaning!

Muhammad didn't care, and his hand paused, "Found it!" ”

He couldn't wait to press it, and after thinking twice, there was a rough muffled voice over there: "Hey! Big Viper! ”

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