In just a few days, Ao Mei has established the "Arctic Wolf" military defense company in Manhattan, New York, and on the day of its establishment, the Manhattan District Councilor and the Commissioner of Taxes, the president of the veterans' union, and other celebrities have come to cheer.

Their arrival sent the Arctic Wolves to the ground running throughout New York City, including several giant contractor companies such as Shark Hunter, King, and many more......

Although these companies do not take the newly established Arctic wolf seriously, they should also be given sufficient vigilance and attention as peers.

After all, the global military market is like this, except for hidden special missions, most of the remaining battlefields are in the Middle East, South America, Africa and other places, so it is easy to run into them.

When the time comes, if they fight a real fire and become angry and make a mortal enemy, New York will definitely be their main battlefield!

In the past, Ao Mei did things at a glance and was very layered, but now after Russell's training, she has been able to do things with leaping thinking.

At present, the Arctic Wolf Company has 80 security personnel, 15 clerks, 3 brokers, legal and financial affairs, and computer experts.

In terms of treatment, the subsidies and funding sharing given by Aomei are also second to none in the industry, and the employees definitely get high salaries!

These days, the security guards are not on duty, but are training at a private training base in New Jersey, after all, these people have been retired, and some have been retired for many years and have long forgotten their skills on the battlefield.

Even if they haven't forgotten, their hands are rusty, not to mention that they need to practice tacit understanding and cooperation in groups.

If there is no tacit cooperation on the way to the mission, it will definitely cause a fatal mistake!

Ao Mei summarized Russell's advice into a manual of action rule, and these experiences are very valuable, which also makes Ao Mei deeply worship Russell, who is like an omnipotent, wandering God in the world.

Save the lost crowd and punish the demons who have fallen into the abyss.

Ao Mei, on the other hand, socializes in various departments in New York, especially the Department of Defense and private consortia, or well-known companies.

These company consortia and departments are all gods of wealth, as long as they don't think crookedly, they are basically extremely smooth tasks.

Regular defense companies, if they wear a sign to fight on the battlefield, there is no such thing as breaking the law and committing crimes, and even international law must be respected.

Why didn't anyone bother when they started Arctic Wolf Defense?

It's very simple, Ao Mei, on behalf of the Arctic Wolf, has signed a cooperation with the FBI, and even the various documents and approvals before the opening have been helped by the Bureau of Investigation.

To outsiders, the Arctic Wolf is the Bureau's new company.

Naturally, no one dared to look for trouble.

This is thanks to Yot, but he was approached by his superiors to talk to him, and after Yot explained the reason according to Russell's account, the superiors only said one word.

"Don't worry, do it boldly! As long as it's good for us, don't fear anyone, and I'll explain it to you as for the Director, the Defense, and the Vice President."

Russell's excuse for Yote was that Joe Bush had teamed up with the C.I.A. to target Las Vegas tycoon Honlais......

The purpose of supporting this defense company is to protect those who are oppressed by the Bush family and those bad embryos!

So, from the point of view of justice, Yote's approach is inexplicable.

His superiors and supporters must agree, otherwise will watching the Bush side of the Bush side harm their common interests?

That's impossible!

Yot didn't dare to meet Russell, he was afraid that if they met, he would really fall into it, because the reason Russell gave him really couldn't refuse.

But in fact, he had already been trapped, and since he contacted Lyonse to use Caesars Palace Casino to launder money, he was stuck in a swamp and could no longer get out.

In this way, he actively contacted the Arctic Wolf for the private training base and purchased equipment, completely from the head of the Intelligence Department of the Investigation Bureau, to the personal nanny of the Arctic Wolf.

Russell was satisfied, called him to compliment, and used a few small tricks to transfer Yot's children from community school to upscale private high school, and even his wife was given a comfortable job.

Yot was terrified and helpless, he couldn't refuse......

New York, Brooklyn.

Russell and Gwen lived here for nearly two weeks, and Gwen and Jenny originally wanted to go back to Miami, after all, there was their small home, but they didn't expect that the company was undergoing reform and changes, so they had to stay here.

Jenny told him that the main reason for the change and reform of Sharm Star Technology was that the host was stolen and hacked.

The murderers are naturally her and Gwen, but the company doesn't seem to have found them, but instead cleaned up a group of civilian workers, who let them enter and leave the company every day, and have the vast majority of conditions to steal.

During this time, he checked the USB flash drive that Jenny handed over.

The content is thrilling, and many of the clients are those in power in the United States, including the heads of certain departments, as well as the dirty affairs of the wealthy conglomerates......

After reading this, Russell locked his eyes on the information of the internal staff of Evil Star Technology.

Writers and workers have names and surnames, and record information such as educational backgrounds, addresses, and family members.

And the action group has no name, no information, only a code name.

For example, Jenny's code name is Ace of hearts, and Gwen is a jack of clubs......

Oddly enough, these codenames, although named after playing cards, are incomplete, missing at least three-fifths of them!

He took advantage of the gap and asked Jenny why.

"These code names are global rankings, and there are only ten people in Sherestar Technology, but that's a lot of power. The fact that my group has four people is enough to show that we are aces in the company."

"So the rest of the people are in other companies?"

Jenny said indifferently, "Of course."

"You don't know who they are?"

"If I knew, I'd kill them. The market is so big, and with so many competitors jumping out, it's not easy for us to make money."

Russell sneered twice, "I'm disappointed that you, as a tool, actually want to kill other tools, instead of being the one who controls the tools."

"You know what!"

Jenny rolled her eyes and said, "Evil Star and Merck are the two largest and most powerful companies in the world, who knows the boss behind them? Do you know the code name of their spokesman?"

"Heads of Congress, defense, and other powerful departments? As for the code name of the spokesperson, it's not hard to guess, two trump cards, right?"

Jenny was stunned, "You know?"

"How could I not know that I had collected this information? What I want to say is that once you and Gwen's identities are revealed, John and I will definitely be killed by your company, and the forces behind me will definitely do everything to protect me, so you have to prepare in advance."

Jenny sank her head when she heard this, she had thought of it a long time ago, but she didn't make up her mind.

When the time comes, will it be killed or kept?

Thinking about John's attitude towards her these days, Jenny was full of fire and wanted to shoot him twice in the head.

I didn't encounter so many ups and downs in the mission, and getting married became a handle to restrain her heart.

"What happened at the Grand Hotel, was it really you who did it?"

Russell blinked and smiled, "You want to know? Again, come to my room in bunny girl clothes."

"You're looking for death!"

Russell lowered his head and smoked, not impressed by her movements.

If Jenny were going to kill her, Russell would definitely kill her first.

Because, since the battle of the Grand Hotel, his physical fitness has improved several times, and all indicators have increased exponentially, and he has reached the top level in the world.

In fact, Jenny has already made up her mind in her heart, why do you want to ask, it's not that she wants to hear him admit it in person, otherwise Jenny is such a strong person, she always feels uncomfortable, as if she has been trampled on the ground and rubbed.

It was a sunny morning, and Gwen got up to pack her bags, and last night they agreed to drive back to Miami.

They had breakfast, and then hurriedly loaded their luggage into the car, with John driving, Russell in the passenger seat, and the two women behind, towards Mia

Dense forward.

John swallowed an apple in his mouth, regardless of the image, and said, "The company granted me a week's leave, I was too busy with work a few days ago, Jenny, you won't be angry, right?"

Jenny sneered: "How is it possible, you are busy and I am busy, so I don't have time to care if you are busy or not."

"John, she's angry, don't take it personally. However, our company is really busy, and I didn't even have time to accompany Russell."

Russell was empathetic and said, "It's okay, I understand you."

"That's good, dear."

Gwen got up sweetly, put her hands on the back of the passenger seat, and stretched her neck to kiss him.

Jenny had goosebumps all over her body as she watched from behind, she had never seen such a greasy couple, hadn't Russell and Gwen ever quarreled?

I really didn't argue.

Russell is very skilled at balancing the family, he knows how to get along with his wife, and he also knows how to communicate sensitive matters peacefully.

"We all have vacations, so this time we drive back to Miami, absolutely have a good time!"

"I haven't really seen the scenery since I worked."

During the three days on the road, I saw many beautiful scenery, especially after entering Florida, and along the coastline all the way south, the colorful clouds contrasted with the inky crowds.

Back in Miami, the four of them got together for a meal.

Russell and John looked at each other at the dense weeds, smiled spontaneously, and went back to work.

But Gwen felt very sorry for Russell and dragged him back to the room.

Jenny and John walked side by side to the opposite house, and at the door, they turned their heads to look at each other.

"John, I think we should calm down."

John nodded approvingly, "I think so."

Then, after they had gone to the room, John went downstairs with the pillow and quilt, and Jenny changed into her pajamas and lay down on the bed by herself.

Following.

It's past eight o'clock.

Russell dangled around the doorway with a lawn mower, and Gwen sat at the doorway looking at him with a happy face, asking from time to time if he needed to drink water, or else he was wiping his sweat with a towel.

John, on the opposite side of the lawn, was a little lonely......

After lunch, Russell was tidying up the gun garage in the garage when he received a call from Iverson.

He and his subordinates had joined the Arctic Wolves, but instead of participating in military training, he worked as an agent in the company.

The CIA didn't need him to stare anymore, and Yot's energy was enough.

"What's that?"

Iverson had a lot of respect for him and was careful on the phone.

"Boss, something happened to the company. But Boss Oga doesn't seem to want to trouble you...... But I think it's too big."

Russell frowned, "You go on."

"Yes, the five-member team sent by the Arctic Wolves to Onrais was wiped out, and the shooting site was on the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco, and Onleth and his two subordinates are fine."

"What did Oga say?"

Iverson said, "Boss Olga means peer suppression, and its purpose is to bankrupt our Arctic wolf mission and ruin our reputation. But I don't think it's easy, because I saw the car video of the attack, and there were three people in the operation, not wearing combat uniforms, but suits......

"You send me the footage."

"Okay. The boss ......."

"You don't know about it, or you won't be able to survive in the company."

Now the people in all departments of the Arctic Wolf are loyal to Ao Mei, and her methods are all taught by Russell, so it can be said that she is half of his apprentice.

If Iverson jumps out and takes an opposing view, he will definitely be purged from the company, no matter who he is.

This is a lesson taught by Russell Church Aomei, you have to be cruel to anyone, otherwise you can't keep your interests and rights.

Iverson was loyal, but he wasn't in a good position, and Russell felt he could be a private man

The channel's intelligence brokers and Arctic wolves form mutual help.

The footage was sent and Russell was glancing at it on his laptop in the garage.

The picture is not very clear, there is slight shaky and multi-frequency.

However, it is still clear that there are three people in the operation, wearing black suits, armed with assault rifles and pistols.

They first used pickup trucks to tow and stop the Onlais convoy and the security vehicles at the rear.

From this, it can be seen that the other party's target is not Onlais, but the Arctic wolf security!

As soon as the car was forced to stop, the three of them rushed out of the car and cooperated with the tacit understanding to shoot the security guards in the car, but the security guards did not react and were all killed.

Then the three of them left quickly, not even looking at Onlais's car.

"Kind of interesting."

Russell frowned and lit a cigarette.

It can be seen from the picture that these three people are absolutely well-trained and cooperate tacitly.

But they are certainly not mercenaries, but professional killers!

On the battlefield, mercenaries are good hands, but in the city, killers are undoubtedly kings.

They will not do things according to the soldier's thinking, let alone dodge, but will do things with precision and speed, and deal a fatal blow to the target in an instant.

Russell walked out into the street, took out his phone and dialed a number.

"There's... Ahem, you say."

Every time Russell called, Yot was nervous, not because he had mastered his own handles, but because he had mastered his weaknesses.

"Do you have an idea for the shooting of the Golden Gate Bridge in San Francisco?"

Yot was stunned and said, "This matter has been closed by the San Francisco police, didn't Oga tell you?"

"I'm asking you."

"Oh, okay, that's right. San Francisco contacted Arctic Wolves, signed a non-disclosure agreement with Ogga, and gave some compensation. I didn't find out who was doing it, so I couldn't help it."

"Got a knot?"

Russell frowned, threw away the cigarette in his hand, and hung up the phone.