The owner is an Englishman named Angus.

Most of the mercenary groups set up by security companies in Somalia are foreigners.

This is partly because Somalis have no conditions, no money, no business acumen or whatever...... Anyone who has ever been poor knows that when they have no money, all they think about is whether they will be able to eat enough tomorrow, rather than a few people working together to make some money.

In fact, many more locals don't even think about whether they will have enough to eat tomorrow, they think that tomorrow's things should be considered tomorrow.

On the other hand, there are the locals who think it's safe, they grew up here and think it's the rest of the world, guns, wars, conflicts, blood and death...... They've long been accustomed to it.

So, they don't see the business opportunity.

Only foreigners who come here exclaim:

"Oh God, how could they do that?"

"Isn't there anyone in charge?"

"No, I need protection, it's too bad!"

……

Where there is demand, there is a market, so security companies have sprung up in Somalia like mushrooms after a rain, but because the entry threshold is too low, there are all kinds of levels.

The "Sparta" that Qin Tian worked for before belonged to a small company between the second-rate and the first-class, although the scale was not large, but it was professional and credible, and every step was followed according to the procedure...... But this is all in the past, after last night, "Sparta" has been announced to be eliminated from this world, leaving no trace at all.

The gap between the "ghost" and the "Sparta" in front of him is not a little bit.

"Name?" Angus looked at Qin Tian through his thick glasses.

Qin Tian hesitated, then replied, "Jason. Qin. ”

Qin Tian didn't think it was appropriate to reveal his real name, and he needed to change his identity in order to survive better.

Angus nodded knowingly, and then filled in the form in front of him...... This is also one of the reasons why Qin Tian likes this kind of third-rate security company, they don't take the time to check the details of employees, after all, it's in such a place.

"Nationality?" Angus continued.

"Huaxia Kingdom!" This does not need to be hidden, and at the same time cannot be hidden.

"Age?"

“23。”

"Done this before?"

"No, no!"

If the answer is yes, Angus will continue to ask which company he has worked for.

"Good!" Angus nodded, "Listen, lad. I hope you've figured it out, it's a hell of a job! ”

"I know!" Qin Tian was a little moved, there would be someone in this world who would send such a kind reminder.

But Qin Tian soon knew that he had misunderstood.

"We're all here playing with our lives!" Angus said, "So, you shouldn't have a higher commission than others, do you agree with that?" ”

Qin Tian swallowed his saliva with difficulty and asked, "Can I know how much commission 'others' are?" ”

"$1,000 a month!" Angus replied, "Add 1000 to an expatriate mission, and kill an enemy for 2000!" ”

Qin Tian's jaw almost dropped in surprise, this number was about the same as when he was in "Sparta", but there was a zero missing at the back.

Qin Tian knew that Angus wanted to "hire" himself with the locals' commissions...... Don't talk nonsense about life being equal, Somalia has a low income level, and a monthly salary of $1,000 is enough for them to work hard for it.

On the other hand, as mentioned before, there is a big gap between the combat effectiveness and learning ability of the locals and the foreigners, so it is impossible to have the same price in the mercenary market.

"How?" Angus put on a pose of being willing to follow you: "Have you thought about it?" ”

"No problem!" Qin Tian almost gritted his teeth and replied, "But I have one condition!" ”

"On what terms?"

"Give me something to eat first!"

Angus looked confused, and then simply ordered a plate of banana pancakes that Somalis often eat.

This is the food that Qin Tian is extremely disgusted with, but at this time, where can he take care of this, grabbing the pancake is a gobble.

The dormitory was a bunk for six people, and all Qin Tian could get was a small bed in the corner. But Qin Tian couldn't complain about anything, he just wanted to lie down and rest for a while...... Last night's battle and the subsequent escape from death had exhausted him, especially since there was always a "buzzing" sound in his head for some reason, like tinnitus.

This made Qin Tian a little gloating...... Because if he ends his life in a few days because of some kind of unnoticed injury, then Angus, who thinks he is taking advantage, will lose money.

"Hey ......"

Not long after lying down, Qin Tian was surrounded by a man with a big belly but just around his waist...... Oh no, it should be the Englishman who pinned a pistol to his belly to wake up.

"Jason?" Big belly asked.

"Yes!" Qin Tian replied.

"You seem to have forgotten something!"

"What?"

"This is not a refugee camp, you should pick up a gun and get trained!" The big-bellied stared at Qin Tian with eyes as big as copper bells.

"Oh, well!" Qin Tian replied.

It does need to be trained, just like Qin Tian was trained with sunglasses when he entered "Sparta".

"But what about the instructor?" Qin Tian asked.

The big belly didn't answer, but just squinted at Qin Tian, as if to tell Qin Tian...... You've me off!

So Qin Tian understood that this big-bellied man was his instructor.

Qin Tian couldn't help but want to raise his middle finger, because an instructor like this he could fight ten at a time, but now he had to be trained by him...... It doesn't get much more ironic than that.

Choose your own weapon before training.

The Ghost's arsenal was a rusty container in the courtyard, the door of which was open on the side and an iron lock the size of a fist.

The big belly untied a bunch of keys from his waist, and it took a lot of effort to pick one, and then inserted it into the keyhole to open it.

When Qin Tian followed the big belly into the container, he had the illusion of walking into a scrap yard...... The log shelves on both sides were filled with AK47s, a luggage rack was placed in the corner of the container with several RPD light machine guns piled on it, and on a separate shelf were six MP5 submachine guns and two SMG serial submachine guns.

But there was no surprise, these were weapons that were about to be scrapped, and Qin Tian wondered if they would be able to fire, or if they would suddenly jam in the face of the enemy.

Obviously, these are all leftover weapons picked up by others, or they themselves were bought from the second-hand market, and then used on the battlefield over and over again, and the bad ones were exchanged for barely usable ones from here.

There were even blood stains and craters on it, and some of them even had crooked barrels.

"How?" The big belly turned back to Qin Tian triumphantly and said, "I've never seen so many weapons!" Remember, this is the 'ghost'! ”