Chapter 372 The Savior Christ overlooks all living beings!
Ares PMC Defense Company is an important part of Victor's "war system".
After the millennium, in any Gulf War the U.S. military will use, "Blackwater" will be used first as a filler.
Mercenaries don’t need pensions anyway!
They will die if they die, but most of them are from special forces and have very good combat effectiveness. They basically do not use large-scale weapons, so there is no problem for them to resist hard.
But when you encounter someone who is dishonest and unethical, like Victor who throws incendiary bombs when he comes on stage, you can only admit that you are disobedient.
Ares PMC Defense Company is registered in Africa, and the boss behind the scenes is an African tribesman named Albert.
The actual control is by Victor's "Hope Group", which has close contact with the Northern Army...no, now it should be said that the General Headquarters and Staff Department of the First Republic.
The current person in charge is a man named Hannibal Lecter. He is one of the 200 "Forbidden Forces" that Victor took office at the "Guadalupe Island Police Department". Later, he became at least He was in school, but while chasing drug dealers, he was ambushed, shot in the leg, and walked with a limp.
Except for a few who died in battle, most of those who followed Victor to conquer the world were well placed. However, due to many "problems", most of them have been transferred from position to position again and again. I left the power sector and went to live in some cool units for retirement.
There are also some people who have outstanding abilities, outstanding contributions, and are very cautious. Hannibal Lecter is one of them!
When he was ambushed, he still dragged his remaining leg and led two soldiers to kill 17 drug dealers and received first-class merit. Later, Victor even talked to him in person.
I am willing to help him find a good position.
The other party also agreed.
So he became the co-founder of Ares PMC Defense Company.
This kind of mercenary company is different from the army. It doesn't require any discipline, as long as you can fight, so the "review" here is relatively loose, and you just don't take drugs and sell drugs.
And there is no such thing as a pension.
The monthly salary of an ordinary mercenary will not be less than 11,000 US dollars. If you are in a high-heat war area, it can reach 20,000 US dollars.
This salary is not low, but it is not high either, just above average.
After all, it only costs 500 US dollars a day.
After all, you are working with your head in the air, and you don’t even know when something breaks.
You think being a mercenary is so easy.
Dead...
Ares PMC Defense Company can at most provide your family with 1 month's salary as a follow-up solution. What do you think? Do you still plan to have five insurances and one housing fund?
At most, the company should purchase personal accident insurance.
The system of Victor's PMC company is different. In addition to external recruits, there are also some "part-time" employees internally who are used to train their actual combat capabilities. Some of them are new members of the special forces and students from special schools.
After being trained by Ares PMC Defense Company, these people have seen blood. Only the best people can be assigned to various top special forces.
So, this is also an important part of Victor's "elite soldier system".
These people receive army salary + company salary, and are well-established. Their treatment is much better than that of "contract workers".
Since the company was established at the end of 1990, it has already had three orders.
One is the Rwandan Civil War, helping the government fight against the Patriotic Front, worth 6 million US dollars.
There is also a civil war in Liberia, helping Charles Taylor deal with the West African Union Army and government forces. This order is relatively expensive, about 13 million US dollars.
The time is one year!
The popularity is not too high, and the money given is too little.
There is also an order, which is a "comprehensive coordination mechanism" worth 80 million US dollars signed with the "First Republic of Mexico" every year. Whose pocket does this money end up in?
No need to say much.
"Let them try the skills of Brazilian drug dealers first." Victor lay back in his chair and said, "Let's see if our Mexican drug dealers are as good as us."
Kennedy also agreed with this method.
Mercenaries play like mercenaries. The Northern Army is relatively barbaric. If they go on a rampage and kill many people, I am afraid it will not be easy to explain in Brazil.
Let them test the water first.
"Okay, I will personally handle this matter. You will be mainly responsible for the bombing of the capital of Zacatecas state."
Kennedy nodded, "Do you want to give an operation code name?"
< br>"Curtis LeMay Barbecue Project No. 1!"
What a frustrating name! ! !
“I promise not to serve them uncooked.”
After the top general signed the order, the general headquarters directly issued the order to the head of the "Air Force", Major General Zolf Sherman, who went directly to the "Durango Air Base" for overall command!
"General, do you want to move other planes here?"
Zolf waved his hand, "What are you doing! If the other party's intelligence agency discovers it, then they will know our intentions. Already? Let's fight on our own and take off from the airport, Free bombing."
"Remove all the weapon systems of the bomber and use them to free up more solidified incendiary bombs."
"Also, coordinate the fighter planes. Escort mission!”
Zolf Sherman issued several orders in one breath.
"The Army's performance is outstanding enough. I don't want our place to fall apart. If anyone can't do a good job for me, then get out and raise pigs. Tell the captains of each brigade that I don't raise idlers here. "
"Yes!" the staff officer responded loudly.
Zolf Sherman took two strong sips from the cigarette in his mouth, then threw the cigarette butts on the ground. He could see that there was a mountain piled up at his feet. He frowned, folded his hands, and looked at Real-time information for each airport on the screen.
This would be great.
That is to tell the surrounding countries in the United States, Canada, Central America and South America.
Don't mess with me, I already have a mature aerial coordinated bombing system.
When did you piss me off...
You have no place to cry.
When hunting, when the monkeys bare their teeth at you, you have to look at them, then take out your weapon and aim it at them. If the beast is still ignorant, kill the pheasant next to it.
Kill the chicken to scare the monkey.
The whole air was filled with a tense atmosphere of war.
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May 24th.
Brazil.
This lair, known as: "Satan in the world", reveals a sense of heat and anxiety.
In Rio de Janeiro at night, Christ the Savior on the top of Corcovado Mountain is overlooking the mortal world and all living beings. In front of him, all the joys and sorrows may not be a big deal, but...all living beings are in the mortal world after all.
In the heart of Rio de Janeiro, in a red light district called "Villa Mimosa", the girls on the street are wearing cooler and cooler clothes. They stand at the entrance of the alley, waving big waves at the passing tourists. Wave.
Some backpackers couldn't resist their impulse and ran up to inquire about prices.
Most of the women who can attract customers here have some background, either as prostitutes in local gangs, or as high-end goods that some drug dealers like.
More than 150 small shops, restaurants and laundry rooms have been established in the surrounding area, creating 1,000 direct employment opportunities and bringing in at least 1 million reais (approximately US$500,000) in monthly income.
In addition, military police and police cars patrol the streets throughout the night to maintain order, making Villa Mimosa a leader in the red light district over the years. No AIDS cases have been found in this neighborhood for 14 consecutive years, so it is known as the "model red light district."
These have formed a pillar industry.
They receive a large number of customers every day, and each service lasts only 15 minutes and charges US$12.
This price…
Might as well masturbate.
In a small shop with a "traffic light" hanging on the roadside, there were more than a dozen women sitting inside, smoking cigarettes and wearing heavy makeup.
When the doorbell rang, the lucky cat barked, "Welcome!"
All the women raised their heads and looked outside.
Business is not easy to do now.
Then I saw a "cripple" in ordinary clothes walking in. He was leaning on a cane, had a bald head, and had fierce eyes. He didn't look like a guy.
Many women withdrew their gaze.
This customer...must have a special hobby. Just look at his face and there are a few words written on it: SM's loyal defender!
"Boss, what service do you need!"
A man stood up and asked with a smile, this is the chicken head. If you go out to provide special services in the future, be sure to remember that this kind of person Can't believe it.
But don't show timidity.
Try... bargaining!
Who said price B cannot be reduced?
No one can make money easily.
The man looked at the chicken head, the whites of his eyes were very dark, and he looked at the chicken head with a bit of pressure, like a... murderous maniac.
Just when the other party thought he was here to cause trouble and was about to call someone.
The man finally spoke, "Is Sofina here?"
"Ah? Ah, yes!"
Jitou looked around, but didn't see it He frowned and asked other women, "Where is Sofina?"
"Going to the bathroom."
Jitou cursed and smiled apologetically at the man. See, those who work in the service industry must have this kind of service awareness.
He shouted several times toward the toilet.
A woman ran out cursing, "Scream! Scream! I'm calling you mom. Why are you urging me to poop? Are you in a hurry to eat poop?"
The chicken head's expression froze. Her face trembled, but she didn't dare to offend her. Recently, a drug dealer in Rio de Janeiro had taken a liking to her. He was quite aggressive. Those who ran the red light district were most afraid of facing such a desperado.
"Someone clicked on you."
The woman was holding a cigarette and looked... like a red cannon ghost. She looked at the other person up and down, "Cripple? You won't answer!"
The chicken head was almost there. Angry and swearing.
You came out to sell it!
Do you think you are choosing a queen?
The lame man didn't waste any time. He took out his wallet from his pocket and when he opened it, the colorful reals came out.
What is the most attractive thing in this world?
Banknotes!
The sitting women all had stars in their eyes, their eyes were shining.
"Whoever stays with me for the night will be given here." The man was a little hoarse in his business.
"Me! Me! Me! Boss, come to me, I have a big breast, I can push it for you."
"Boss comes to me, I have had private surgery, like a little girl, choose me . ”
The women stood up and pushed each other, shouting, and almost started fighting.
“Get away, you bunch of sluts, this customer is mine!” Sofina couldn’t walk when she saw the money. She rudely pushed away the prostitute who was almost pressed against the man, with her teeth and claws showing. , like an animal protecting food.
“Okay, let’s go.”
Finally the man spoke, interrupting the war that was about to happen, and said to Sofina, "Follow me."
"Sir, you will have to pay more for the introduction..." Chicken Tou hesitated beside him. explain.
"Add 1,000 reais."
"Boss, walk slowly and be careful of the steps. Sofina, please work hard and make the boss comfortable today."
As soon as I heard this Qian, that chicken-headed expression instantly made him smile.
As long as you give money, hello to you, me, and everyone.
Out of the "snack bar", Sofina followed, and she found that the lame man walked quite fast.
She was silent, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
"Sir, what is your name?"
The cripple paused, "Hannibal."
This name...
It’s so strange.
The two walked to a "three-star hotel" not far away, which made Sofina feel relieved a little bit.
Go in and turn on the light.
She was stunned. There were three sturdy men sitting inside, looking at him unscrupulously.
"???Sir, the price will increase!" Sofina turned her head and spoke, but Hannibal pressed her against the wall, squinting, "Where is Ten Hag?!"
! ! ! !
Sofina stared suddenly.
This name is too familiar, it is my mistress.
A small leader in the "Red Command" established by Denier, who is mainly responsible for providing drugs to prostitutes and clients in the red light district.
Oh, he is only 18 years old...
The reasons why young people enter the industry are generally similar. They have a group of wanton guides: unemployment, hormones, possessiveness and a sense of lack - there are no parents or schools in their lives. , no government, no future. With the advent of globalization, they are surrounded by glittering billboards and merchandise. In the slums, there is only one way to get these things: make money by selling drugs.
Ten Hag told himself two days ago...
He did a job and robbed a cash transport truck, and he was going to make a fortune!
Are these people government police?
It doesn’t look like it!
There are also lame policemen.
Sofina shook her head and began to show off a woman's unique skill - pear blossoms with rain!
"I don't know, I don't know, I'm just a woman, I don't know." That tearful person, many people with "professional ethics" would spare her.
After all, a poor woman.
Hannibal had no expression on his face and glanced at the others. Two men came over and covered her mouth, pressing her fingers to the ground, while the other handed an ax to the boss.
Sofina immediately stared and shouted.
Hannibal tapped her finger with the axe, then raised it and struck it down hard!
Poof! !
Three fingers flew out directly, and the donated blood spattered on the wall.
"Woooo!!"
Sofina almost fainted, her body was shaking.
"Do you know where he is now?" Hannibal squatted down and asked softly.
The pain obviously caused the woman to lose control of her brain, and she began to roll her eyes and twitch.
This made the other party a little impatient. He put the ax on her neck with a sinister expression, "If you don't say anything anymore, I will chop you into pieces and flush you into the toilet."
After hearing this, Sofina finally became frightened, and her desire to survive made her cry out.
“Barbecue, Bearded Barbeque Shop!”
Hannibal’s expression relaxed when he heard this, and then he smiled.
"You...can you stop laughing?" Sofina endured the pain and said this, silencing Hannibal.
“Get rid of her.”
Hannibal was speaking Spanish, which the woman couldn't understand, but she saw a man pull out a knife and stab her more than a dozen times!
No mercy at all, the knife is deadly.
Sophina fell on the bed covered in blood, staring at them, as if she was about to turn into a ghost...
Hannibal lit a cigarette for himself.
"Just find Ten Hag, contact the person, find the target, do a good job, our Ares PMC Defense Company's first business in South America."
"Boss, don't worry, we will fight with the firepower of the drug dealers!"
"Don't underestimate others."
"The M72LAW anti-tank rocket launcher shipped by the company arrived at the airport today, ha. Li, go and mention it. The general said that we can despise the enemy, but we must maintain a high-pressure posture against them on the battlefield!"
"Anti-tank...Boss, is the battle too big? "
"What are you afraid of? Don't worry. Someone will help us to find out. If it doesn't work, we can pass it on to other criminal organizations. We can be government forces today and rebel forces tomorrow. When we go out, we have to give our identity to ourselves. ”
It feels so reasonable!
It is Hannibal who is known as: "Little Victor".
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(End of this chapter)