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As much as she expected Duncan to mess things up, how could Duncan mess up what he does best and loves his best? By the time Christmas arrived, he had recruited 1,900 miners in Arizona who were willing to serve as mercenaries in Umbrella.

And by the time the new year came, he had already turned that number to two thousand five.

After another two days, the number of miners enlisted in the mercenaries increased to more than 3,200, and then Duncan ended the recruitment - this was not his intention, nor Qin Lang or Rachel's request, but the Arizona copper mine bosses were angered by him.

He caused them to lose more than 3,200 miners, many of which were understaffed, and some smaller ones were on the verge of cease. Not only that, but the workers who remained in the mine also used the opportunity to threaten to join the security forces of Umbrella if they were not given a salary increase.

It's terrible. The copper mine bosses were convinced that if they continued to let the Californian bastard continue to toss, they would sooner or later go to the mines themselves.

So, they banded together and demanded that Duncan get out of the way immediately.

Duncan could only obey their demands. Although he was a shareholder in a large company and brought a company of mercenaries, what he did was to the detriment of the vital interests of the copper mine bosses. Although I am not sorry for this, if we keep persecuting them, who knows if someone will do something stupid?

Duncan didn't want to see anyone do something stupid. It's not that he's worried about himself, it's just that he went to Arizona to recruit mercenaries, not to create bloodshed, so there's no need to go too far.

And there are more than 3,200 people, which can already be handed over to Qin Lang. So, after receiving a warning from the copper mine bosses, he immediately took the train back to San Diego - leaving behind the recruited miners and the company's mercenaries, who had to ride horses, drive wagons, or walk.

Of course, no one accused him of anything. For Rachel, the result was pretty bad, but not so bad - but she and Qin Lang knew very well that it was just a means of comforting themselves.

"We just need to add 600 Chinese workers to Umbrella, not even an eighth, ha, that's great." She complained, looking depressed.

"I thought you'd be happy, Rachel." Duncan's expression was also dejected. Why does what he does always not meet her requirements? Why does she always say, "Duncan, you've messed things up again" -- it's really weird. It is difficult to understand why this is happening.

"Who knows exactly what went wrong." He muttered in a voice that only he could hear.

"Don't worry about Rachel's complaints, Duncan." Qin Lang smiled, walked over with a cup of coffee, put it in front of Duncan, and patted him on the shoulder. "She's just trying to turn one small trouble for us into another."

"What do you mean by that, Qin?" Rachel glared at him.

"We promised Markham to get the Chinese workers out of California, and now you want to get them all back." He stopped her from interjecting. "It's much harder to hide four thousand than six hundred, and Markham will get the news soon. Rachel, what do you think he's going to think about this? ”

But this question does not need to be answered by anyone. "He'll be upset and he'll accuse us of breaking the agreement. Although the situation is different now, I don't think we need to be on some minor issue our Mr. Governor. ”

Rachel tapped on the table, emphasizing a fact. "Markham has lost the gubernatorial race."

But he's still California's governor, Rachel. He will not leave that position until the Fourth of March. It's also true, "I don't want to wait until after March 4 to start training new recruits." ”

"Are we pressed for time?" Duncan asked.

"Nope." Rachel replied in place of Qin Lang, "Qin just doesn't want those retired soldiers we recruited to be idle, and we must let them go to work immediately." "Of course, that's what she thinks." All right. She compromised, "Six hundred Chinese mercenaries are not bad, at least a good start." ”

Qin Lang shook his head. "Don't jump to conclusions, Rachel. We still have a lot of troubles to solve. ”

One of the first things to do was that they had to select six hundred strong recruits from among the Chinese workers in Area 51 and Devil's Island who were qualified to be trained—after all, not every Chinese worker was strong enough, and not every strong Chinese worker was qualified to be trained. Qin Lang had high requirements for his mercenaries, so the selection criteria were also set very high.

Of course, he is not responsible for the specific selection work. Although Qin Lang was willing to hand-pick the recruits, he didn't have the extra time to spare—especially to travel to Nevada. So O'Connor and Yi Shui took on the job, one going to District 51 and the other to Devil's Island.

Obviously, the only one who can go to District 51 is O'Connor. It was as if only Yi Shui was familiar with Devil's Island, and among the five people, he was the only one who had been there and was familiar with it.

"I've wasted most of my time here since I had this ghost place." Yes, it's a complaint, but it's not aimed at anything. Whenever he saw the barbed wire fence around the Area 51 base, O'Connor couldn't help but say a few words. And now there is one more person with him.

Claude is amazed at the desolation of the Bridegroom Lake desert. "To be honest, I doubt anyone can survive here."

"If it weren't for the company wasting a lot of money to transport supplies here, those Chinese would have died long ago." O'Connor shrugged disapprovingly, "But right now, they're doing pretty well here." ”

Not bad. At least he thinks so. In addition to the difficulty of eating fresh vegetables and fruits, and the fact that you can't take a bath for a long time, the District 51 base is still a decent place. "Of course, it's very hot here in the summer." He continued, "But back then they always worked at night. ”

"Mr. O'Connor......" Claude felt that he had a hard time accepting O'Connor's statement, but he couldn't refute him, so he changed the subject, "How long will it be before we get to District 51?" He glanced back at the group of guards and the doctors they were escorting, and said worriedly, "I don't think they can hold out much longer." ”

"In fact, we're already in District 51."

"Uh...... I'm referring to the base. ”

"Continue a mile and you'll see the buildings at the base."

This may seem like good news, but it's not the case - just because you can see the buildings doesn't mean you can get to the base anytime soon. After Claude saw the rows of white bungalows on the base, he advanced another five miles before he actually reached his destination.

The base commander was waiting for them at the gate.

"Mr. O'Connor, Mr. Claude," cried the retired Marine with his shaved head, "welcome back to Area 51. ”

"Thank you for greeting us, Mr. Wilson." O'Connor walked up to him, "Is everyone in the base?" ”

A strange question. In the Desert of Hirongour Lake, where else can you go except staying in the base? But Wilson replied solemnly, "Of course, Mr. O'Connor." Everybody is there. ”

O'Connor nodded. "Ring the bell and assemble everyone. I have one thing to announce. ”

"Aren't you going to take a break? I think they can't hold on. Wilson was referring to the doctors, who looked exhausted.

O'Connor glanced back and gestured. "William, take a few doctors to the guest room." Then he turned back, "Go ring the bell, Mr. Wilson." I don't have to rest. ”

"Yes, sir." Wilson quickly turned and ran to the large clock placed in the middle of the base square. The bell rang quickly, and after a while, the Chinese workers who were working put down their tools and slowly gathered in the square. As soon as everyone was there, he took a bullhorn from one of his men and shouted, "Be quiet, Mr. O'Connor has something to announce to you." ”

The crowd fell silent, and when the last bit of sound died down, O'Connor took the horn and walked up to the Chinese workers. "I have good news for you, and not so bad news."

Whispers rang out, then vanished without a trace. In this square, every pair of eyes was fixed on O'Connor, waiting for him to announce the results.

"I know what you're working in the U.S. for: to make money, to support your family, to get a wife. Now you have a chance to make this simple dream come true. Look at the company's guards. He pointed to the mercenaries standing around, "You too can be one of them." "That's good news, it means a salary, a better life, and a wife." But the company is only going to pick five hundred of you. So I'm going to put you to the test. ”

"That's the not-so-bad news?" Wilson whispered to Claude. "I don't think it's bad news at all."

Claude smiled, then shook his head. "If you've seen the selection criteria set by your boss, you'll think that's really bad news."

"Maybe ......" Wilson wanted to say something, but O'Connor had already walked over. He gave him the horn back and nodded to Claude. "The test starts tomorrow morning at seven o'clock."

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