The boygin's men didn't arrive on time, and Joga and the others waited in the jungle for three days, and a river fishing boat converted into a cargo ship and three speedboats slowly arrived at a relatively gentle river beach in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Because it has passed the rainy season, the water level of the river has dropped quite severely, and the cargo ship cannot completely dock, so it can only stop in the middle of the river, and then three rubber boats build a pontoon bridge, cover the stretcher and supply the people on the boat to carry the materials.

A bald white man jumped off the cargo ship the moment the pontoon bridge was built.

The difference between the cargo ship and the rubber boat was only 1.5 meters, and the bald man did not stand still, his hands danced wildly like a windmill to try to keep his balance, and finally plunged headlong into the murky water.

Watching a few black militants armed with rifles sneer, the white bald head broke a few curses in the water, and then simply swam to the shore.

When the two heavily armed mercenaries rushed to his side through the pontoon, the bald man came back to his senses completely, made a threatening gesture to a few black buddies who laughed at him, and then said to the two bodyguards next to him: "I hate this damn place, the smell of the cargo ship makes me want to vomit." ”

A white mercenary with shiny hair and a big nose handed the bald man a clean set of clothes, and then said with a smile: "I think it's not bad, Boykin is a little different from the average anti-government leader."

I had a great time in his camp, the only pity was that he actually roasted a woman I liked, and it tasted terrible. ”

The bald man subconsciously retched, then waved his hand and said, "Can you stop mentioning this damn thing?"

That guy tricked me into eating human flesh, if it weren't for the gold, I should have avoided that beast!

These are beasts, and I must be reminded that when we have earned enough, we must find someone to kill them all. ”

Another red-haired mercenary grinned and said, "If you eat it, you won't be afraid, but if you really want to kill Boykin, you can entrust us with the mission."

500,000, privately, we can find enough people to take out Boygin's camp.

It's a friendly price, but the loot in the camp must be ours! ”

Saying that, the ginger head looked at the black man who was driven down like a pig and dog on the cargo ship, he licked his dry lips and said, "Actually, we can do it ourselves, and we don't have to share it with Boykin at all."

The mines are almost ready, it's not too difficult to get some slaves, and the jungle here is full of.

Who knows if that guy Boikin has deducted our gains?

If we do it ourselves, we don't have to come to this hellish place every other month, and all the gold will be our own. ”

The bald man glanced at the ginger head and said sarcastically: "Then who stays here to watch the mine, you?" Or are you?

Don't be stupid, we need Boykin, and Boykin needs me too, but not you.

I'm paying you to keep me safe, not for you to teach me how to do business, and I'm not going to fucking make you a fucking partner. ”

Saying that, the bald man saw a fierce light in the eyes of the big-nosed mercenary, he took a provocative step, stared into his eyes and said: "Put away your damn eyes, I give you a salary of 15,000 euros a month to let you protect me."

You're a damn beast mercenary, and I bought a big amount of revenge funds from international intermediaries, so they gave me guarantees.

As soon as I'm dead, you'll not only be left with nothing, but you'll also face a gunslinger from a €1 million revenge fund.

You see, that's the benefit of spending money on insurance, otherwise why do you think I would dare to give you my life? ”

Big Nose clenched the Famas's rifle in his hand, and after staring at the bald head for a few seconds, he finally lowered his head.

There are many mercenaries among them, and if they want to be trusted by customers, they need additional guarantees, so the 'international intermediary company' came into being.

They are intermediaries and guarantors, and when a novice tries to go to a dangerous place and is ready to use mercenaries to keep them safe, they can find this company and sign a contract with the mercenaries under his introduction.

The price is not high at all, you only need to buy their funds, although the annualized return is almost none, although the price of mercenaries is higher than that in the general market.

But the mercenaries don't care what you do, and they are safeguarded, and you can withdraw your money at any time as long as the year is completed and the contract with the mercenary ends.

Roughly speaking, it is equivalent to putting a sum of money under the fund of an international intermediary as an insurance policy, and if the employer dies, the international intermediary's investigators around the world will initiate an investigation.

If it is confirmed that the death of the employer was caused by a mercenary, then the fund is automatically activated.

International intermediaries will not only withhold the mercenaries' mission deposits and commissions, but will also use that revenge fund to the extreme.

100,000 yuan can guarantee the killing of mercenaries, and 1 million deaths are not only mercenaries, but also their families, and the range can be expanded if you give more.

It fully embodies the service concept of international intermediary company, 'money is guaranteed'!

Of course, you will also have to take a cut of the revenge fund to spend it for you.

This is only one part of the business of international intermediaries, but it can attract a large number of in-demand whites who are worried about not being able to control mercenaries.

The mercenaries recruited by international intermediary companies are often the kind of guys with perverse personalities, who can't find a job elsewhere at all, and have a poor reputation.

The deposit and fund guarantee system, as well as the agent-turned-professional investigator system, make these bastard mercenaries act like professional soldiers in most missions.

Of course, there are still loopholes to exploit here, but these mercenaries, who can't even be found by a serious team, generally don't have the brains to the extent that they can hide from the investigators, and enough blood and death can alert most outlaws.

A truly reputable professional mercenary does not need to go through an international agency to take on the job.

Guys like Big Nose and Ginger Head don't have a choice, and no one will feel bad about them burying their employers.

Of course, the Revenge Fund is only for the parties to the contract, and it is not only for the mercenaries, but also for the employers, because the deposit paid by the mercenaries is also a kind of insurance.

In this kind of high-risk project, not only the profit of the fund, but also the deduction of the dead man's deposit and the employer's revenge fund is a huge income.

International intermediaries have amassed a huge fund using an unpopular project, a model that seems to be not profitable at all, but is actually a two-pronged one-size-fits-all approach, and at the same time has organized a vast network that has made mercenaries accessible to ordinary people.

Mercenaries are just weapons, even if the mercenaries are fierce and vicious, ordinary people can use them as long as they have money, and they don't have to worry about backlash at all.

That's why bald people aren't afraid of big noses at all!

Capital is eroding every corner of the world, and in the underground world, 'rules', 'reputation', and 'friendship' are the last bastions that block them.

One day these things don't exist, maybe you have to go through the transfer of capital when you do anything, otherwise you don't have the slightest guarantee.

And the only thing capital needs to pay is to build a reputable platform, then attract users at a seemingly cheap price, and finally find a random group of college students to use the power of the platform and use the terrible mercenaries as tools.

In front of international intermediary companies, those mercenaries who can't find a job on their own are no different from food delivery guys, and they will also be deducted from their salaries if they are badly evaluated by customers.

Of course, there is no need to sympathize with mercenaries who are going to be exploited by international intermediary companies.

There are open, legal, reputable, large PMC companies in this world, mercenaries who are capable and have no problem with their personalities, and theoretically they will not be unable to find a job.

It's a pity that the big nose is very ginger and the head is not the kind of honest person, so they can only endure the bald saliva.

The argument between the three men sneered at the surrounding boygin's men, and 40 armed men armed with AKs drove sixty or seventy pig-like blacks off the boat and lined them up on the shore......

Then a militant with gold teeth and three fingers missing from his left hand patrolled in front of them, and finally seemed to think that it was not a good sign that no one was running away, so at the end, he pulled out a brand new revolver and shot a middle-aged black man who looked a little thin in the head.

The brains of the middle-aged black man splashed on the face of a black man in the back, causing him to pee his pants suddenly.

Seeing the body of the middle-aged black man lying dead in the river and being slowly carried downstream by the current, the black man who was splashed on the face squatted on the ground and let out a heart-rending cry, and then the black slaves around him also began to wipe their tears.

The golden-toothed black man seemed to think that he had achieved his goal, and he triumphantly blew the non-existent smoke of the gun, then grinned at the bald man, and said, "Mr. Bruyne, this is our style, you white people can't do this."

Because you will be afraid!

I've had a few white women who are always screaming in fright when faced with this kind of scene, and I love hearing them scream, haha......"

Braynay the Bald rolled his eyes, raised his middle finger at the gold-toothed negro, and said, "Let's go, let them carry fuel and food, and I'll get back to the ship before it gets completely dark."

I don't want to be here for a fucking minute, hurry up and grab the gold, I need to hurry back and get a few chicks to lick the damn smell off me. ”

The gold-toothed black man grinned, learned the movements of the characters on TV, stroked his chest and bent over, and said, "Yes, my master, we will take these people through the process and let them learn to obey management."

But don't pee your pants later, or I'll have to kill a few more to keep them scared, hahaha......"

After listening to this, the bald Brayne cursed and said, "Whatever you want to do, be quick, shit, this damn place stinks." ”

Just as they were driving a group of laborers into the jungle carrying a large pile of things on their backs, a figure with jungle camouflage on its face appeared 10 meters upstream of the pontoon.

The Sri Lankan Viper stared at the team with cold eyes, and when they were all in the jungle, he pressed the communicator and said, "The package has entered the jungle, 43 militants, 65 prisoners." ”

Immediately after that, Joga's voice sounded in the channel......

"The white man is bald, I'm going to pull out the thief's intestines and kill the rest."