After Xing Feng and the others finished eating the flavored food and drank two cups of black tea with a strong taste, the Pakistani military officers who had gone to go through the exit procedures came to the small shop and motioned for everyone to come with him.

With Pakistani military people leading the way, it is much easier than leaving the country privately, and the soldiers at the checkpoint did not even look at their passports, and directly switched and let them go.

Driving the three off-road vehicles when they came, Xing Feng and the others successfully entered Afu H, passed through the buffer zone in the middle, and came to the border immigration office.

From the exit point of Pakistan to the entry point of Afghanistan H, the two are separated by less than 500 meters.

When entering Afghanistan by land, there is usually no body search, you only need to check your luggage, simply fill in an entry, have relevant visa information in your passport, and "snap" a red stamp to enter Afghanistan.

As a PMC that cooperates with the government, in addition to the complete entry and exit information, there is also a weapon carrying certificate specially issued by the Afghan government to private military contractors, and the entry into the country is much simpler.

Even checking the luggage was exempted, and it didn't take much time to go through all the formalities, Xing Feng and the others set off again and went straight to Kabul, where the company's Afghanistan H branch is located.

As the capital of Afghanistan, Kabul is the only international airport located, and the branches of PMC companies are basically set up here to facilitate the development of business.

Since the contractors do not receive the commission directly from the employer after completing the project task, they have to return to the company to receive it.

Therefore, there is only one purpose of the Xingfeng Hui Branch, and that is to get its own commission.

This corporatized mode of operation is also a clear difference between private contractors and mercenaries.

At about 5:30 p.m., three dusty off-road vehicles with an earthy yellow tail drove into the center of Kabul.

"MSRI" is just a small company, there is no tall row, a three-story brick building with a yard of only 3 to 400 square meters, and there is no signboard, which is the base of the branch.

Show the company ID to the armed guard at the door, return the off-road vehicle to the person in charge of the branch, and find the financial staff to receive the salary card with the receipt of the Pakistani side.

Since Catou is a "contract worker" of the company, he led the team out to complete the project, and the company has to bear some responsibility.

Therefore, the company has made relevant compensation subsidies for criminal winds, dwarfs, bearded people and veterans.

After nearly half an hour of tinkering, a set of formulaic procedures came down, the money card was in hand, and this small contracting project was officially over.

At the same time, this also means that Xing Feng and other "temporary workers" have once again become unemployed vagrants, and they have to continue to look for contracting projects.

This is like making a movie in a film and television city, there are not enough people to play with the crew, and the plot requires a large number of temporary workers.

When this plot is over, the big guy checks out and leaves, going his own way, looking for the next crew to be a temporary worker.

Although just now when receiving the commission, the person in charge of the branch extended an olive branch to Xingfeng, and in view of his ability to lead the team, he could be promoted from a "temporary worker" to a "contract worker".

If such a big pie had been smashed down a month ago, Xingfeng would have gladly accepted it.

But now, Xing Feng spread his hands and turned away directly, leaving a dashing back.

Lao Tzu is a person who wants to be a big boss, will he take a fancy to you, a "contract worker"?

How is it possible, completely non-existent!

By the time the crowd walked out of the office, the sky had completely darkened, and the neon lights on both sides of the street were brilliant, swirling, jumping, and flickering, with a seduction that was clearly not Middle Eastern style.

Passionate, presumptuous, and even more chaotic nightlife with regional characteristics has officially begun!

In the name of celebrating the safe end of the mission, Xingfeng dragged the bearded man and the veteran, who were almost well injured, as well as the dwarf and seven other PMCs, to a nearby bar.

Since the relationship has become closer, through these chats, Xing Feng knows that these people are PMC veterans, and they all have their own PMC company contracts.

This time I came to contract this task, just because the company has no business for the time being, and it comes out to mix up some extra income.

This is also the way all PMCs, contracted tasks!

At the same time, this also indirectly means that behind each of them, there are a group of colleagues from private contractors.

The contractor who can be signed by the company will not be bad in terms of service ability.

As long as the relationship is handled well, there is no need to worry about finding professional personnel for small projects contracted at the initial stage.

A few minutes later, the group came to a bar called "Sexy Mina", pushed the door and walked in.

Since there are often PMCs coming here for drinks, there are two security guards with guns at the entrance of the bar, but there is no overreaction.

The bar is not local, but mainly caters to expatriates from Kabul, and is quite well-known here.

The owner is an American chick who no one knows what her background is, but the guests who come here only know that her name is Mina, a tall blonde chick with long wavy hair.

It's still early, and there are only a few foreign men and women scattered in the bar, chatting and laughing happily, and by the way, taking advantage of the small crowd environment to play some "noble" games.

"Dangchang~"

The door of the bar was pushed open, and a group of more than a dozen strong men wearing combat gear and carrying gun bags on their backs rushed in with a fierce atmosphere.

Several men and women who were playing ambiguously suddenly shuddered and looked at the direction of the door in fear.

Kabul, as calm as it may seem, is a daily occurrence of shootings, and just last night, a dozen people were shot dead in a bar on the next street.

"Da Da Da ......"

A series of lights turned on, turning the dim bar into an incomparably brighter place.

"Phew—"

Seeing the costumes of Xing Feng and the others, the guests in the bar immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Private military contractors, employees who work for the government, are everywhere here and are a major force in maintaining stability in Kabul.

Seeing that the person who came was not a dangerous armed element, the tension in the bar suddenly dissipated, and it returned to its previous ears and temples.