P· B's recruitment is actually quite low-key, but it can't stand up to the propaganda of the old qualified mercenary of 'gunfire'.

In addition to the replenishment of 200 Tuaregs, a large number of temporary workers from the Gang came to Libya at their own expense, and then Haftar in Benghazi found that there were many more dangerous people at the airport recently.

Not long after the terrorists were driven out, the Nationalist Army suddenly became nervous and even imposed a curfew.

The good runners didn't understand what was going on at first, the hotel prices in Benghazi had gone up, and all the places that could be borrowed for outsiders were manned by the National Army.

At the slightest trouble for these dangerous people, the National Army rushed to mediate violently, and in just two days, there were more fights in Benghazi than there were when the terrorists were still there.

Haftar is also a first-class lawyer, P· B is now Haftar's most relied on collaborator, and Boss Joe wants to recruit people, and of course he will fully cooperate.

The air route to Tubrug has not yet been opened, and Haftar has set up a special channel at the airport in Benghazi.

However, those guys who run the single gang are cautious, and the national army has a VIP channel, but they don't have a bottom in their hearts, so of course, they disguise themselves as white rabbits as much as possible.

As a result, in two days, dozens of businessmen and more than a dozen engineers came to Benghazi......

In the end, these guys turned the inn tavern in Benghazi into a miasma.

It's no wonder that everyone is the 'enthusiasm' of the national army, because there is another wave of guys who are a little out of place with them.

In response to the call issued by the 'gunfire', the old fritters who came to apply for the job met a group of tough 'rookies' who had not yet dissipated the military breath in Benghazi.

When they knew that these people were here to compete with them, the smell of gunpowder came up.

These industry leaders couldn't help but weigh these 'rookies', and then the anger became big.

Eric's appeal on the Internet is still enough, and Eric's network sieve is very powerful.

A group of soldiers with different characteristics and who have just retired from the army are also concentrated in Benghazi.

These newcomers in the mercenary world, who had just ended their collective life, could endure it at first in the face of the provocation of a group of old fritters, but as those old fritters became more and more excessive, they began to fight back.

It's actually scary not to know the rules......

If you fall with me, I will open the scoop for you, and if you dare to scold me, I will fight with you for 300 rounds.

Let's not talk about winning or not, anyway, we have to try to get some cheap on the basis of losing both.

The police station in Benghazi had not been detained in a few days in decades, and they were all thorns in the head with a machine gun from the National Army.

It is the norm for the local police to be corrupt, but looking at the men who crowded the detention room, those policemen did not dare to stretch out their hands, but honestly made notes for them and sorted out the bizarre weapons fighting cases.

The cops were actually scared because the prisoners seemed too difficult to handle.

That is until a lawyer arrives at the police station with a suitcase of money......

Jory Amon as a P· B's lawyer took on the task of bailing these guys.

Also on the road were the Sri Lankan trio of Team C and the sniper Ronaldo, who were tasked with observing the men, seeing how they were doing and getting to know the files.

A group of emotionally unstable people will be screened out in the early stage......

Of course, P· B has its own definition of emotional instability, deliberate fault-finding and deliberate counterattacks are not within the scope of 'instability', and those who can't control themselves are the targets of screening!

For example, alcoholism, drug abuse, unclean hands and feet......

With the help of the case file, Jory Amon quickly screened out a few targets with the poisonous wolf.

Seeing that they had been 'fired' before they could get there, several men let out angry roars in the detention cell......

Jory Amon is now a big lawyer in Afika, and Jory Amon is not afraid of those losers, he generously spread his suitcase on the policeman's desk and opened it, revealing the well-tied dollars inside......

A suitcase, $3 million in cash!

In front of many 'prisoners', Jory Amon opened a stack of cash, counted out 4 pieces of $1,000 and handed them to the 4 eliminated guys.

There are two serious alcoholics, one on drugs, and one on thieves.

It doesn't matter what they're capable of, P· B doesn't need such a person.

One of the strong men from Eastern Europe, who was two meters tall, looked at the cash handed in front of him, and he glared at the bull's eye and shouted angrily, "What the fuck do you mean? ”

The strong man's appearance with bruised muscles was very scary, and the surrounding police couldn't help but pull out their pistols, and the soldiers of the National Army guarding outside also rushed in with guns.

Jory Amon waved his hand to signal a few Nationalist soldiers who wanted to be rough not to mess around, he took out a white handkerchief and wiped his cheeks and glasses, then threw away the handkerchief and handed over the $1,000 again, and said with a smile: "Sir, thank you for coming to participate in the P· B, but you're not suitable for P· B。

This $1,000 is not a humiliation, but a little bit of our heart for you.

For the next three days, wherever you want to go, we can arrange a ticket for you, and you can take the money to spend a few days in Benghazi or take it home.

Our boss needs someone with self-control and a basic sense of honor! ”

When the strong man heard this, he roared and grabbed Jory Amon by the collar and lifted him up, grinning and saying, "You're fucking insulting me......"

Jory Amon stretched out his hand to stop the poisonous scorpion that had drawn his knife, he reached out and patted the strong man's hands, and said, "Sir, I think you misunderstood, I didn't mean to humiliate you, I just told you P· B's recruitment conditions, so that you don't run in vain.

You're very strong, and you're probably a good soldier, but you're not good at drinking.

P· B is not looking for cannon fodder, we have to be responsible for all our colleagues, you ask the people around you, who wants to partner with an alcoholic guy on the battlefield?

If you're really eager to join P· B, I suggest you try it again after you quit drinking.

I can give you a business card of mine, as long as you are successful, you can call me at any time, P· The doors of B are always open for good soldiers. ”

The strong man stared at the calm Jory Amon, and after more than ten seconds, he opened his hand with a gloomy look, hid his slightly trembling left hand behind him, and said in a bitter tone: "People like you don't understand at all.

For people like us, alcohol is the cheapest painkiller......"

Jory Amon straightened his collar and nodded, "I understand, because I've been an alcoholic, but I'm not injured because of my body......

It's a shame that you're not P· Person B, otherwise you will enjoy the most comprehensive treatment and rehabilitation after your injury, and even if you can't continue to fight, you can maintain a relatively stable life. ”

Saying that, Jory Amon folded the $1,000 and stuffed it into the strong man's pocket, and then said seriously: "sir, P· B Respect all brave soldiers!

If you are still looking forward to the future, I personally recommend that you give it a try after you quit drinking.

As long as you can get a contract, you can apply for medical assistance.

P· B believes in the sense of honor, believe in the feelings of comrades, we will not give up any of our own people! ”

After speaking, Jory Amon patted the strong man's arm, took out $10,000 and handed it to the person at the police station, and said with a smile: "This is their bail money, and it is estimated that someone will come over in the next few days, and we can still handle it like this." ”

Seeing that Jory Amon was ignoring him, the strong man squeezed the cash in his pocket, brewed for more than ten seconds, and then suddenly rushed out of the police station with a wild roar......

The three guys who were also eliminated next to him glanced at each other, shook their heads in depression, and turned around and left here.

P· B is very interesting, not to mention the round-trip fare, and to send 1,000 yuan of hardship expenses when nothing is done, so that people can't find fault with it.

Only then did the rest of them realize that the 'audition' had begun!

And what Jory Amon said just now was not only for the strong men, but also for them.

'Sense of honor' is the easiest and most difficult ......

Those mercenaries who run the gang to do black work don't know how long it has been since they've heard the word.

When they were desperate and had no choice but to take a gun and sell their lives, they hid their sense of honor......

Now that I suddenly heard someone mention the sense of honor, these people are a little uncomfortable, and at the same time there is a trace of expectation.

No one is born a mad dog, and if given the opportunity, who doesn't want to be respected, who doesn't want to draw satisfaction from their work?

A middle-aged mercenary with a little gray beard suddenly raised his hand and shouted, "Sir, if we join P· B, what do we need to do? ”

Jory Amon knew what this guy wanted to ask, this kind of old guy whose edges and corners were smoothed out, probably didn't think that a mercenary group needed soldiers to have a sense of honor, this was probably the sharpest rhetorical question he thought was already the sharpest rhetorical question......

Looking at the strange expression on the old guy's face, Jory Amon smiled and said, "You are mercenaries, and of course your job is to fight with guns!"

However, according to our boss, P· B's soldiers are in charge of fighting evil! ”

The old mercenary was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and said with a smile: "Then who will decide 'justice' and 'evil'?" ”

Jory Amon spread his hands and said, "We usually rely on the conscience of the boss to decide!" ”

As he spoke, Jory Amon tidied up his clothes, pointed to the lion badge on the collar of his suit, and said, "I am sorry for P· B has served for two years, and I can responsibly tell all of you that the conscience of our boss has never let us down.

P· B's soldiers are still fierce, and may even be out of step with a harmonious society.

But everything we did with our boss and every battle we fought never made us feel guilty.

We draw glory from every harvest! ”

(End of chapter)