"Your attack plane is almost ready, when will you pick it up?"

"Well, maybe we'll have to wait!"

"What are you waiting for?"

"I'm not enough as a pilot!"

Shepard said cautiously on the phone.

Then, the voice of a rear admiral on the other end of the phone instantly drowned out the sound of a car engine outside the house.

"What are you doing, I've chosen all the planes for you, and you're telling me there are no pilots? Are you stupid?"

If someone else said this to Shepard, then even if he is not a dead person now, he will definitely be a dead person in the future, and even if he cannot become a dead person, he will always become a half-dead person.

It's a pity that this person is none other than Cheap Dad.

The old man has been proud of the spring breeze recently, not only promoted by one level, but also transferred to the commander of the aircraft carrier group, which can be regarded as a rising star in the military circles, and can be regarded as a step closer to the collusion between military and business as mentioned by Shepard, of course, it is still early to join the three military, political and commercial alliances, but the old man of the old man can do this when he resigns from his military post.

Although it is a piston propeller aircraft, its combat capability, especially its ground attack capability, is not much worse than that of the jet model, because of its amazing payload, and its effective stay time can even reach ten hours.

After all, as a military contractor, Shepard hardly has to think about air combat, because if he really has to encounter an air battle, it is not something he can participate in, so, in various ways, the piston machine is much better than the jet, especially in terms of attendance costs and maintenance, after all, the congressional master knows how to save money, and Shepard, as a self-financing contractor, is the same.

But here's the problem, now there are planes, weapons are available, and there is only a lack of people to fly these things.

Fixed-wing pilots are also a good part of the industry, especially those who have mastered the technology of HNA, to put it mildly, they do not lack any employment opportunities at all, even if they retire from the military, they can still get a good salary in a private company, so the position of a military contractor is not attractive enough for them.

After all, this job of the Shadow Company is in some ways no different from what they do in the army, which is to fly on other people's heads and drop bombs, and it is more dangerous, because the army has friendly cover and support, but private military contractors may have to carry the girder alone.

Therefore, Shepard's recruitment advertisements are quite a lot, and even the salary is opened to an annual salary of 160,000, which is no different from the military's salary, and there will even be higher subsidies, but those professional attack aircraft pilots are still not willing to come, and those who are willing to come are some transport aircraft or pilots of other aircraft, and they are a little reluctant to fly attack aircraft.

"Forget it, I'll figure it out for you!"

For the sake of Shepard getting a new house for his family and a new car for himself, the old man sighed and said.

"Then I'll leave it to you, Your Excellency!"

"Huh?"

"No, thank you, my general!"

Shepard heard the other party's dissatisfied snort, and immediately quickly changed his words.

A week later, Shepard received a message from San Diego that the pilot and ground crew had been found and were on their way!

"It seems that the general has to be more reliable!"

Hannibal didn't forget to tease a few words, and Shepard didn't say anything more cruel for his father's sake to solve this trouble.

It wasn't until he was at the airport that he saw the professional team that his father had found.

"Uh, Lieutenant Pilot Wiseman?"

"Yes, sir!"

Looking at the gray-haired but still tough old man in front of him, Shepard glanced at Hannibal beside him, and then at the handwritten letter that the other party had brought with him His Excellency a major general, and finally stretched out his right hand.

"Welcome to the Shadow Company, gentlemen! Hopefully, we'll have a good time with each other in the future!"

"Then we wish us a happy cooperation!"

"Well, the car is ready, everyone is on the plane, and they are tired, let's go to the base to rest first!"

Seeing the professional team get into the car in unison, Hannibal, who had been holding back for a long time, smiled and slapped Shepard on the shoulder.

"Professional team?"

"Don't laugh, people are indeed professional, but they are relatively old!"

"Well, the average age is fifty-two, which is very old-fashioned!"

That's right, His Excellency a certain general found a professional team of all the old men for Shepard, and almost all four pilots were gray with gray temples, although they had achieved remarkable results in terms of qualifications, each of them was almost comparable to a ruthless bombing machine, with more than 1,000 attendances, and the bombs dropped were all calculated by 100 tons, so it can be said that they are all real veterans.

But the problem is the age of these old guns.

Flying is a physical job, especially this kind of attack aircraft that has to stay in the air for a long time, young people are tired after a flight, not to mention these old men, and they also have to take into account the possible combat readiness duty, whether these old men can withstand it is a question.

But now that the people have arrived in Colombia and the planes have arrived at the port by transport ship, they are waiting to be disassembled and assembled at the airport, and it is not realistic to drive the people back.

Shepard could only let these old men try it first.

And he didn't plan to make any changes to the contract, after all, these people were the pilots he needed, so he just had to work according to the contract.

And the arrival of the old men did make the PCs' eyes widen, and then, the onlookers were driven away by the old man who was over sixty years old and holding a pneumatic wrench led by the ground crew.

"Fuck off, don't bother us with our work, believe it or not I'm going to give you an eye in the ass with this thing?"

However, the PCs are not afraid at all, and even take the initiative to provoke each other.

"Daddy, at such an age, don't flash your waist!"

"Flashing waist?"

The old man immediately tore off the cheap T-shirt on his body, revealing the strong muscles underneath, and then picked up a box weighing dozens of pounds with both hands and put it aside.

"Daddy, I'm not old enough to be ridiculed by young people!"

And the ground crew he brought with him were no worse at all, and after everyone entered the hangar, they were as energetic as the hairy boys who liked to carry the first car.

Even the four pilots, led by Wiseman, put down their luggage as soon as they began to prepare for the flight, formulated flight schedules, confirmed airspace conditions, and even spontaneously conducted simulation exercises.

"It seems that this old man's attack team is not useless!"

"Maybe they'll surprise us even more!"