“…… What did you say? Are you telling me that my bodyguard company has now taken a country in Africa? ”

Evening, Manhattan.

When the sun sets and the autumn afterglow illuminates the entire Hudson Bay in a golden color.

I wanted to go back to the roof of the building and continue to hold my two babies in the American music industry when I was happy.

Abel, however, learned from his bodyguard captain, Edward Sephorosa, a piece of news that even he was a little shocked to hear now.

That is, after the United States took Lakyi, in accordance with his orders, it mobilized more than half of its manpower and resources to open up markets in Africa, and actually took Ghana, a small country in West Africa, in a common mutiny in Africa.

In fact, it is not small, this small African country has a land area of nearly 240,000 square kilometers.

The territory of the Kingdom of Britain is only a little more than 240,000 square kilometers.

"Yes." As the chief security officer of Rock Security, Edward is actually scratching his head.

Although he is nominally the first person to secure the rocks, there are still many people within the company who can compete with him.

For example, the four Vajra and the other three, or the black rock, which is independent of the rock security.

Edward had moderation over them, but there was no complete hierarchy.

"Here's what Felix Wilkenhuysen came back from."

"They were in Ghana and took on a business to protect American customers. It was a mineral detection company that was going to work deep in Ghana's Volta province. ”

"But when our men arrived in Ghana and rested in their capital, Accra. There was a mutiny in Accra, and their army. People are storming their Domain. Their headquarters was not held, and the defenders withdrew with their commander, and the rebels pursued. As a result, in the chaos of the battle, they ran into our people. For our own safety, we had to fight back. Didn't expect ......"

Speaking of this, Edward paused, and continued in a tone that was not very uncertain: "I didn't expect them to be vulnerable, Felix and they easily defeated the rebels and the defenders of the Commandery's Palace, and the Ghanaian Commander was hit by a stray bullet and died in the chaos......"

While Edward was briefing himself on the situation, Able was also checking the faxed reports from Felix Wilkenhuysen, Neil McCormick, and others, who were in charge of Black Rock.

The information on the document is roughly the same as what Edward said, and it can be said that it is relatively brief.

It is difficult for Abel to judge what the specific situation is, although he does not believe that the real situation can be so coincidental and there will be so many accidental factors.

The problem now is that the private armed forces of his PMC company have defeated a mutiny in a small African country, and even killed the hands and brains of the Zhengfu side.

To be honest, this is the first time Abel has encountered this kind of thing.

For a while, he didn't know what to say.

"Call Ellen and them. By the way, by the way, let Alan call a few of our advisors over as well. ”

After thinking for a moment, Able opened his mouth and commanded Edward.

Edward nodded, and immediately went out to make arrangements.

Able got up and walked a few steps to his desk, in front of a large floor-to-ceiling window.

Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook almost all of Manhattan.

Central Park at dusk is dyed golden everywhere, and it looks very beautiful from above.

The East River in the distance is unusually busy, and some of the high-rise buildings in the riverfront area of Queens are lit up before dark.

The visual impact of the world's most prosperous city briefly pulled Abel out of the African news he had just heard.

But after waiting for more than an hour, when all the people he was waiting for arrived, he began to deal with this somewhat ridiculous thing again.

"The best thing to do is to find a puppet in the local area who is obedient right away. Whether it is the rebels or the people from the main government, let him take the throne directly. ”

In Abel's office, when night falls outside, the neon lights of Manhattan shine brightly in space.

An old white man in a suit, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with a straight posture, about 50 to 60 years old, said.

The old white man's name was James M. L. Jones, who used to be the American Sea. A commander of the Marine Corps.

After retiring from the military last year, Jones opened two military consulting firms in his home state of Virginia: Iron Hand Security, LLC and Jones Group International, LLC.

Then, at the end of last year, Rock Security acquired the two companies.

James S. It was only natural that L. Jones came to New York to work for Abel as an adviser to Abel on PMC and international military matters, and at the same time worked for Smith Wisdom and Rock Security, holding two jobs that would be the envy of even his peers.

A perfect American revolving door deal.

Off topic: James S. L. Jones was once Edward Sephorosa's immediate boss.

"In that hellish place, there are too many mutinies of all kinds every year. According to incomplete statistics, there have been about 300 mutinies since the end of World War II, and sub-Saharan Africa experienced 80 successful mutinies and 108 attempted mutinies between 1956 and 2001, an average of four per year. ”

"This is still statistical, the scale is relatively large, and it is known and heard by the international community. The number of small ones is estimated to be more. ”

James S. L. Jones was in his office, telling his boss and co-workers, "So it's nothing. The best way to deal with it at the moment is to find a local man right away and throw the blame on him. ”

"Of course." Speaking of which, James S. L. Jones nodded to Abel with some respect, "None of this really matters. The most important thing is Mr. Smith, what you think. ”

The words of the retired general also made everyone look at the boss logically.

And after listening to James M. L. Jones, such an important person in the former Five Corners, suggested that Abel also had a clear mind.

Abel knows that this matter is more or less, and he also has some responsibility.

It was he who had an idea of his own that made Black Rock, who could not finish his business in Lakyi, had to send more than half of his personnel to Black Africa.

Otherwise, from the point of view of profit and normal operation of the PMC company, it is most correct for Black Rock to stay in Lakyi or Fuhana at this time.

Who called the black rock has this relationship between the boss and the bush, and it is also a military.. Part of the industrial complex.

A variety of PMC tasks with a lot of money and little work can be easily obtained.

There is no need to go to black Africa, where the conditions are worse and harsh, and make less money......

The problem is that Abel is the boss, he doesn't think much of the little profit Black Rock makes in the PMC.

Yes, there are indeed a lot of comparisons with other normal industries, and it is also excellent among PMC peers.

But for a guy like him, who treats the global financial market as an ATM, he really doesn't think much of that money.

What's more, Abel's original intention of forming a PMC was to have fun and want to have his own private army.

Money is not money, but it doesn't matter.

So because I accidentally remembered the rebirth in my previous life, Gnava's fierce achievements there.

Abel, who remembered this stubble, gave an order to his black rock to go over there.

It's a bit of a strategy game.

It's just that ordinary people play computer games, at most table chess. And he, Abel Smith, went straight to the real live-action mode of playing.

Halfway through this chapter, there was a small fire in the house, and it was being dealt with, and this chapter has not been carefully checked and modified, so you are welcome to catch insects