"French Prime Minister André Marie is going to visit Belgium in the near future, and it seems that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince deliberately spread information that really fooled the French guys." Prime Minister Arshile van Ack excitedly ran to Albert's room to announce the good news to the crown prince, who was reading a book.

Albert poked his head out of the sea of books, he had expected this move from the French, but he still took off his glasses and said modestly with a smile, "Although there is an old Chinese saying that nothing is to go to the Three Treasures Palace, which means that if there is no matter related to vital interests, they will not come to visit us. But just because the French government sent a chairman of the Council of Ministers to visit Belgium doesn't mean that the French will buy Soman with us, maybe he just wanted to emphasize the friendly and cooperative relations between the two sides on a whim? ”

In the early days of World War II, France addressed the prime minister as the chairman of the Council of Ministers, and it was not until after the fifties that the title was changed to prime minister.

"Your Highness is too worried, just because of the urine nature of the French, he will not put down his body to visit Belgium for no reason, and it is a shame for them to take the initiative to visit a small country. So most likely, they're in tough trouble and need our help. "I know very well that André Ali of the Radical Party, despite his great ability, is a diplomatic headache for the French president. Largely because he wanted to return to that 'Napoleonic offensive foreign policy', subconsciously regarding Russia as his worst enemy, but he ignored the reality ...... the situation. ”

"But France today is not the Napoleonic Empire it used to be, is it? And the Soviet Union is no longer the Russia of the tsarist period, and the French are held back in Vietnam, which is the most intolerable thing for them, and even the problem of face is greater than the interests of the colonies. Albert closed his book and stretched out, stared at the Prime Minister and said, "Even the most elite Wehrmacht did not defeat the French **, and the French, armed to the teeth, were defeated by a group of peasants with hoes, this is the biggest joke." ”

"By the way, the process of the state visit still needs to bother the prime minister, as for the content of the transaction and the bargaining chips, I will sort out a document and send it to the prime minister to read at that time, and the prime minister can raise it if there is a problem at that time. By the way, you remember to tell André Marie that Soman is not penicillin, that it cannot be produced in large quantities, and that if the French really want to trade with us, show a little sincerity. ”

"I understand what Your Majesty means." With a sly smile, Arshile van Ack pits the French his favorite thing to do, and who told these arrogant Gallic chickens to always look down on the surrounding small countries?

"If there's nothing to do, the prime minister will step down first, I'm going to go out." Albert picked up his clothes and got up to go out, and Prime Minister Arshile van Ack naturally exited Albert's room with great interest, as His Royal Highness Albert always does, not wanting to waste every second.

After leaving the Royal Palace in Brussels, Albert went straight to the Belgian Strategic Resources Cooperative Company, because his private military contractor finally had a chance to shine.

The car was parked under the commercial building, and the current headquarters of the Belgian Strategic Resources Cooperation Company is no longer the humble small office building at the beginning, but has moved directly to the most prosperous urban center. After a series of well-planned signature operations by Albert, Strategic Resources Cooperative finally had its own solid clientele, and in addition to European dignitaries, some heads of state in the Third World also hired Albert's security personnel. However, Albert's company signed a strict agreement with them, that is, without the permission of the Belgian government, no security personnel were allowed to participate in the local civil war or foreign war, and violators would terminate the agreement and report to the state authorities.

Of course, Manager Barlow's ability to tap customers is also very strong, and with his previous network of contacts in black and white, it took almost no effort to bring a large amount of business to the strategic resource cooperation company.

Barlow, who had just returned from Congo not long ago, was finally able to stay in the air-conditioned room to enjoy the coolness, and after being tortured by the perverted and scorching sun of the equator, he was not very good, because he changed from a fair-skinned aristocratic image to a wheat-skinned peasant image, which made Barlow, who was very concerned about his appearance, try a variety of whitening skin care products. He looked at the crowd under the floor-to-ceiling windows, satisfied with the condescending feeling.

So when Albert walked into Barlow's office, he smelled a choking and asked, Albert covered his nose and asked, "Are you spraying perfume, Manager Barlow?" I've heard that European aristocrats wore perfume to cover up the smell of their bodies, which was as bad as feces. ”

"If His Highness Albert hadn't sent me to Congo for two months, I wouldn't have become this image." Barlow stared at Albert with a wry, giving him goosebumps, and Albert didn't want to continue struggling with him on this issue, so he changed the subject.

"What happened to the troops who had been training in the Congolese rainforest for two months? Is it possible to do a special operations program now? Albert cut straight to the center of the conversation. Another reason why Barlow went to Congo before he went to the Congo was to train a small guerrilla force capable of special operations planning in a rainforest environment, which could be responsible for small-scale infiltration, sabotage, occupation, reconnaissance and other combat plans against enemy forces.

"The results are a bit unsatisfactory." As soon as he mentioned the matter at work, Barlow immediately changed his serious posture, he took the training report to Albert, pointed to the dense names on it and said, "Our company sent a total of eighty-eight military operation personnel, but in the end, only forty-seven passed the test, and the elimination rate was close to half, and these eighty-eight personnel are all experienced veterans of World War II." ”

Albert thought to himself that it was natural, this training manual was modeled after the Devil Training Week of the SOG Squad and the SEALs, in addition to high-intensity training, it also included wilderness survival, mastery of all kinds of firearms, hand-to-hand combat, and the use of all kinds of shells, so the 50% elimination rate was already very good. The forty-seven special operations personnel who have passed the training can be said to be well-deserved masters of guerrilla warfare.

"Then these forty-seven special operations personnel." Albert finally came up with a conclusion: "Gather them all back from the Congolese rainforest training camp, these people are about to have a big mission." ”

"Boss, you really keep your back." Barlow asked excitedly, "Who are you dealing with this time?" The rainforest is none other than Indonesia, I heard from the grapevine that the Dutch are almost unable to hold on, but I didn't expect that group of Indonesian monkeys to be so able to fight, and they forced the Dutch army to sign a ceasefire agreement. ”

"Of course not." Albert poured cold water on Barlow, "A place like Indonesia has no strategic value for Belgium, and that kind of place is not worth training a special operations unit to wreak havoc." ”

"Where is that?" Barlo cupped his head in his hands and thought, he couldn't remember where he needed an army fighting in the rainforest. Albert didn't bother him to think slowly, and was about to get up and leave, he turned back to Barlow and said, "Don't think about it, you'll know when they appear in that place." ”

"Where the hell is it, doesn't Your Highness have a hint?" Barlow scratched his head, he really couldn't think of it.

Before going out, Albert turned around and learned his aristocratic smile and said, "No hints." ”