"Still haven't found the manager?!" When Raven woke up again, he was already in Tijuana. During that time, his body was operating under high load, and he was almost constantly fighting and fleeing without a complete rest.

The mental tension is high, and the body is battered. So, when he confirmed that it was safe to relax, his whole body collapsed all at once. Fortunately, jackals are considered abundant resources.

The best dietitian, the best rehabilitation physiotherapist, the best doctor. From medicines to nutrients to healing foods. It can be said that the crows enjoy the best treatment. All in order to avoid the sequelae of crows.

"Don't worry about those who have it or not, the manager must still be alive now." Holding his hands, he looked at the crow with his iron arm and sighed, "Do you really plan to retire after this matter is over?!" To be honest, I think you're more suitable to be the head of the regiment than I am. ”

The crow pouted: "Come on, you still do the hard work!" My wish in life is to eat and drink enough to live in style. I've earned the money, and I don't want excitement. Almost, I'll retire! ”

He did not continue to ask about the opponents who had seriously injured him and killed and injured his fellow jackals, out of absolute trust in Iron Arm. There's no way Iron Arm will let those people go, so even if they don't die now, they're not far from being killed.

The bones of those comrades, the iron arm will be brought back to converge. The crow didn't want to ask, and didn't dare to ask. Iron Arm also knew that this kind of thing to talk to the Raven would not do him any good for his current recovery. Therefore, the two of them tacitly did not mention this matter.

"Actually, my first thought was to come out and make money. Earn enough pension money, and then retire early and wait for death......" The crow smashed his mouth and sighed: "I didn't think about it, this foot stepped into the whirlpool......"

Iron Arm stood by the crow's bed with a smile and did not speak. He knew that what the crow needed now was a listener. You don't need him to answer, you just need him to listen.

Sure enough, the crow looked at the ceiling with blank eyes: "But this is enough money, how much is it?!" I'm starting to think that a few million is good. ”

yes, a few million is really good. You know, not every mercenary is worth anything. As in any industry, the cannon fodder at the bottom and the crowd at the top of the pyramid are never far apart.

In Africa and the Middle East, countless people who want to survive can carry guns and kill people for ten or twenty or thirty dollars a day. They have always been the lowest level of cannon fodder mercenaries, meat targets to be used to drain the enemy's energy and bullets.

Their community is also the largest. Among these people, there are smart ones who will gradually contact other people who have survived and forced them to learn some life-saving skills through life and death. Go and win over other cannon fodder who want to survive, and then take orders from employers.

This kind of mercenary is actually just alive and has no other development. Maybe one day they will die in an unknown corner, and even their companions will not care. Don't expect them to be really desperate, at most they will rush with you.

Once the situation is unfavorable, they are the ones who retreat the fastest and escape the fastest.

Their money is also spent the fastest, and they get it by eating and drinking. All kinds of eating and drinking, eating and drinking, no one thinks about what tomorrow will bring. And no one cares, what tomorrow will be.

One stubble dies, and another stubble refills. For them, who have no education and no survival skills, this is life, this is survival.

They are not so much called mercenaries as human targets for action. Because...... If they are calculated according to the military standards of a big country, they will not even be able to meet the basic quality of a soldier.

That kind of crow naturally disdains to mix. The next one is relatively better. Basically, I have spent time in the armies of major powers, and I may not be how strong the elite is. But the ability to settle down is also a hand.

These people form the second echelon, that is, various second-tier mercenary teams of large, medium and small. But between these people, that is, for the sake of the combination of words. Everyone huddled with each other to keep warm, and they also guarded against each other.

It's not uncommon for someone to sell his entire team and run away with money. It's too much.

Then, there are the people at the top of the pyramid. Those who have retired from the elite combat units of the nations are still in the year of fighting. This group of people was not satisfied with the PMC system and the commissions extracted, so they formed a small team with their comrades and comrades.

Start taking tasks by yourself and make your own lists. But in the mercenary business, where there is no logistics and almost a high mortality rate. Such a team will rise quickly and die faster. It may even rise to fame for a month, and then the news of being wiped out will come out.

A mercenary group that can miraculously survive after stumbling for many years like a jackal. That's unique.

"You...... Really planning to retire?! After a moment of silence, Iron Arm asked the crow. But he saw the crow looking at the iron arm, and said seriously and sincerely: "I really plan to retire." No more. ”

Leaning on the bed, changing into a comfortable position, the crow smiled and said: "You can basically do it now, one more me, not more, no less." I'll just eat and wait until I die. ”

"Do the math, I have more than 10 million dollars in the base now. That's more than 10 million dollars! It's enough for me to go back to China and be a rich man. So what am I going to fight?! Besides, it's really not for me to have a day like this......"

The crow sighed and said, "I actually prefer to be at home, eat and wait until I die." Every day, I can sleep until what time I want. There was a gym for me to box, and the security was better, and the food in the neighborhood was to suit my taste. ”

"A little bit of entertainment, the occasional drink, a little hangout. It's best if life is more convenient. ”

As he spoke, the crow shrugged, "I didn't do that before, because I was too poor. I am a man who can endure hardship but will not suffer. is even more unwilling to be looked down upon. I can't pull my face down and do some messy things. ”

"Relying on the ability to eat with guns, to make quick money and make a lot of money. I naturally like that. As he spoke, the crow looked at the iron arm with a grin: "After I retire, I need you to take care of me!" After all, I have a lot of enemies. ”

Iron Arm looked at the crow and said solemnly: "Whether you retire or not, you are a jackal!" Whoever moves you moves the jackal! No one can get away with the trouble of looking for a jackal! ”

Tijuana, the blind man looked at the steward's stunned look and sighed: "It's so good that you can hide, half of the pit viper's hands almost rummaged through Tijuana to find you......"