Don't talk about martial arts, I'm a war contractor

Chapter 525: Technology Investment, the Manipulator Behind the Scenes
It’s like going back to the early 20th century, but now it’s the 21st century, and Magnesium is only interested in Mexico’s cheap labor.

As for territory, even if the country has rich oil, gas and mineral resources, they can harvest them in other ways.

For example, Mexico can produce 200 million barrels of crude oil every day, but most of it has to be sold to refineries in Magnesium for refining, and then the finished oil produced is imported back.

There is money to be made in both sides of this transaction. For example, Marquez is in the oil and gas business, but only a small part of his business segment is local refining.

Without industrial strength, it can only be a "gas station". Based on various reasons, Mexico's oil will not breed mold, so the M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicle should not appear here.

But this can't possibly be the equipment of the Guatemalan Army, right?

Of course not. It may be that the PMC companies in Magnesium with heavy equipment do not operate in the country. It is difficult for CJNJ, which has a serious lack of understanding of the modernization level of private military contractors, to imagine all this.

But just wait a few years and Gena, disguised as a PMC company, will expand like a snowball.

The breaking circle effect it brings will allow ordinary people who have no knowledge of the military to talk about it, and show the world the upper limit of "private military power".

That is a level that concentrated fire defense cannot reach, but he is not bad as a weasel either.

Old Yefu seems to be surrounded by glory, but he is too close to politics. After chatting with him several times, Xia Yu could hear his desire for power in his words.

How to say it, Yevgeny is no longer the pure businessman he used to be. This kind of mentality can easily lead to trouble.

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Let’s not talk about these for now. In short, since he couldn’t connect PMC with the attack on his own group, Elmencho didn’t have any better solution for the time being.

"Odias, go to the safe house first. I will find out what is going on as soon as possible."

After saying that, Lao Ai hung up the phone and called his panicked confidant outside the house, asking him to issue a silent order to all second-line units in the name of the CJNJ Special Forces Supreme Command.

“We have put aside our battle plans with CDS, the military, and the police, but we cannot stop shipping our goods.”

El Mencho gave the highest instructions for the group.

As a drug lord group, their daily work is not just about transporting and selling laundry detergent, but also fighting with their peers for territory, and using insider intelligence to attack and hurt Mexican military and police also accounts for a large part.

Now that CJNJ has been beaten dizzy, all the grudges and disputes can be stopped for a while, but the "medicine" really cannot be stopped.

If they cannot ship the products, they will not only lose profits, but also large amounts of cash flow and market share in magnesium.

Their life-and-death fight with the CDS Blood Alliance (Sinaloa Cartel) in Mexico can be seen as a continuation of their business competition in North America.

Once CJNJ's cargo can no longer reach Magnesium, its peers with smooth transportation channels will divide up the market share they have worked so hard to grab, and the damn CDS will get the biggest piece.

"You will go to Michoacan immediately and supervise the Mencho Special Forces to get the job done."

"Yes, Jefe!"

Lao Ai's confidant took the order and left, but as soon as he left, Xia Yu also cleared the ammunition on the Pylon and Gatling gun turret.

"Wow~Wow~~"

"Hey~~"

The moment Lao Luhu turned the nose of the plane and prepared to withdraw from the battlefield, a bright light flew from the stronghold into the night sky, and the infrared guidance head locked onto the infrared characteristics of the helicopter and began to accelerate.

"Dong~dong~dong~~"

"Boom~~"

The sound of artillery fire was more rapid than that of a single-barreled machine gun. This portable anti-aircraft missile, which had not yet accelerated to Mach 1, was locked and tracked by the Red Cheetah's radar. A burst of 35mm programmable air-burst bombs directly destroyed it and turned it into the most gorgeous fireworks in the night sky.

Such a large stronghold indeed has individual anti-aircraft firepower. CJNJ has made a plan to defend against military helicopters, but they only put out the missiles when they had finished fighting and were about to withdraw. Isn't it a bit late?

"withdraw!"

The Snow Leopard crew hiding in the dark withdrew quickly after completing the interception operation. The first phase of the combat mission was a bit tense. This time they attacked with a single crew and there were no friendly forces to raid their positions.

If caught up by the enemy, a volley of bullets from a general-purpose machine gun would not be able to penetrate the armor of the Cheetah A9, but it would be easy to destroy millions of radars.

Fortunately, Lao Lu was overthinking. Xia Yu knocked down all the armored vehicles in sight as soon as he came up, and the surviving CJNJ members could not drive Route 11 to chase them.

"Wow~Wow~~"

By the time he flew back to the temporary base in the wild, it was almost dawn.

Old Ma was waiting with his son for Xia Yu's return. During the few hours when Concentrated Fire Defense and the DEA launched the operation, the father and son had already had an in-depth communication.

"Papá, I want to start a company, a PMC company like Fire Defense."

After Rudolph expressed his intention to quit the Internet to his father, he also stated his ambitions.

"It is certain that CJNJ will be destroyed by concentrated fire defense, but even if CJNJ is dead, there are still CDS, CDG, CDN, CCYG... Facing these vicious drug lords, guns alone are far from enough. We need armored vehicles and armed helicopters."

As if he had grown up overnight, Xiao Lu had understood the true meaning of firepower and realized that the military and police in Mexico were unreliable.

In order to protect themselves, their family must legally have a military force with good combat effectiveness.

If the drug lord gang is an illegal armed force that maintains the laundry detergent business, then PMC is a legal armed force that fights crime.

"You are right. Concentrated fire defense can only solve the problem temporarily. They cannot change this country. In the end, we have to do it ourselves."

Looking at his son who was no longer laughing, Lao Ma said in agreement.

He doesn't have any political demands, but as one of the top 10 richest people, he can't just sit there and watch the country become such a mess.

It doesn’t matter if the military and police are incompetent. The common people can just do it themselves. It just costs some money.

Rather than being defeated by Rudolph as in the past, it is better to support him and create a PMC company.

Moreover, Lao Ma is also afraid of the revenge of the remnants of CJNJ. It is impossible for Concentrated Fire Defense to stay in Mexico forever, not to mention that the charges for them to operate at full capacity are still quite expensive.

With the same 5 million yuan, how many weapons and equipment can be bought!
Of course, he agreed with his son's idea, and also saw that the boss Xia Yu took action personally.

If he had to fight with those frontline combat personnel and members of the drug lord organization, he would never let Rudolph set up such a PMC company even if he was killed.

PMC companies that can be subdivided into information and synthesis, and technical employees who operate various vehicles, do not have a high risk factor.

So when his son wanted to set up such a company based on the model of Jihuo Defense, Marquez agreed with both hands.

But this cannot be accomplished overnight. After all, Rudolph has no military service or entrepreneurial experience, although he can give his son $5 million to practice.

But private military contractors are different from ordinary businesses. If something goes wrong, not only will you lose money, there is a high probability that people will die, so you have to be extremely cautious.

"So Mr. Marquez, you want Rudolph to intern at Jihuo Defense?"

Xia Yu had just gotten off the plane. After hearing the intentions expressed by the father and son, he was a little surprised and confirmed with the other party again. "Yes, Mr. Sherlock, in addition to protecting my own safety, my business also needs to strengthen security. After considering many aspects, we think it is necessary to create a PMC company."

Lao Ma said seriously.

Speaking of which, it's not just Rudolph, his father also had a feud with CJNJ.

The laundry detergent business was very profitable, but the lion's share of the profits went into El Mencho's pocket.

Those more marginal secondary units have many deaths and little pay, so they do part-time jobs to generate income, such as stealing oil.

Over the years, their family has definitely suffered losses of tens of millions of dollars, so this time it can be considered as revenge for both new and old grudges.

By setting up a PMC company that can crack down on the oil theft by small groups under the drug lord gang, he can transfer some security orders to his son.

"Of course, we are not professionals. We cannot do without your assistance to run this company. Please be sure to invest your technology in us. All the company's equipment will be purchased from Jihuo Defense."

Businessmen do business with each other not for charity, so Lao Ma gave his offer.

In exchange for technical guidance, he got 30% of the shares. It is hard to say how much profit this company can generate, but purchasing weapons and equipment from him is a real order.

The military's 85 billion in military spending last year was only enough to pay salaries to 20 people and maintain operations, leaving no money left to update equipment.

But it is easy for Marquez to use 5 million to purchase equipment and maintain an armed force of several hundred people. If he can achieve a balance between income and expenditure, he can increase his investment further.

After all, these drug lords are extremely wealthy. It’s okay for them to have light weapons, but even if they have money, it’s difficult for them to transport heavy equipment into Mexico under the noses of the Magnesian people.

Therefore, most of their armored vehicles are modified pickup trucks and heavy trucks, and they do not have any standard equipment.

As long as they have standard heavy equipment, these drug lords with large amounts of black money will become the weaker party.

"Well, since Mr. Marquez has said so, Jihuo Defense is willing to enter into a strategic partnership with you, and we also hope that Mr. Rudolph can learn something useful from our company."

After careful consideration, Xia Yu agreed immediately.

This can be considered a franchisee outside of the directly-operated branches. The heavy equipment of Firestar Defense cannot be deployed in the Americas for a long time, but there is no such problem when local PMC companies purchase weapons.

Jihuo Defense is only a small shareholder, and its formal employees only serve as technical consultants. From the boss to the employees, all of the people in this company are local Americans.

Just Central or South American people, those first batch of armored veterans who were trained to use the upgraded Weasel can get a high-paying job in Mexico.

There is no doubt that machine guns are the best way to respond to the drug lords' heavy machine guns.

"That's great, when can I start work?"

Rudolph asked excitedly.

"Right now, go get a set of bulletproof vests and a bulletproof helmet. There is an empty seat in our Weasel S30, but I must make one thing clear first. Even if you want to vomit, you have to vomit in the car and you must not get off."

Xia Yu said with a meaningful smile.

He is not a babysitter. Xu Sanduo vomited many times on the infantry fighting vehicle back then. This is also a disaster that all new recruits in the armored infantry company must go through.

I wonder if the rich young man who drives a Ferrari with one hand can handle it and slowly learn how to be the boss of a PMC company?

"Yes, boss!"

Rudolph returned to the road in high spirits.

He had already vomited up yesterday's dinner, so he had nothing left to vomit even if the car was bumpy.

After all, he was too young. When he really got on the Weasel S30, Rudolf discovered that a person could actually vomit bile.

However, before getting on the bus, he cancelled all his short video accounts. He had cut off ties with his past life and wanted to change the way he lived.

The life of showing off wealth is boring and tedious, and there is no way to protect oneself from the ruthless drug lords.

But as long as he has his own PMC company, the offensive and defensive situation will change, and he will change from a prey to a hunter.

To achieve this, Rudolph knew that he had to take his first step firmly.

He was so young that vomiting wouldn't kill him, but those drug lord gang members were really beaten to death last night, and most of them didn't even have a complete body. He still remembers it clearly.

"Oral area~~"

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When Rudolph followed to raid the next CJNJ stronghold, Elmencho, who received intelligence support, finally figured out what was going on.

"Fire Defense? A PMC company from Afika? And the DEA is involved?"

Thanks to the "source"'s continuous tracking of Jihuo Defense and Xia Yu, the intelligence in Lao Ai's hands is very comprehensive. After roughly reading it, he has a general understanding of the combat effectiveness of this PMC company.

After seeing the final results, El Mencho knew that he had not lost unfairly, but he did not expect that old man Marquez would actually invite such a helper.

Fortunately, Ai is not without background. If this PMC company does not stay in Afika honestly, then it should not leave now that it has come.

Mexico is so big that there is plenty of space to bury hundreds of enemy troops.

El Mencho pulled out an encrypted satellite phone and dialed a number that was not saved.

"..., I need your help."

If he concentrates his firepower on defense and launches a sneak attack without following martial ethics, don't blame him for calling for help.

Although selling laundry detergent is not popular, no one would dislike Franklin.

El Mencho still had some friends, especially the one who sold him arms.

"Wait, what did you say? The other side is concentrating fire on defense."

The hoarse voice on the other end of the line didn't make any sense at first, but when he heard El Mencho mention concentrated fire defense, he suddenly became excited.

"Yes, a PMC company from Afika. Last night, they attacked many CJNJ bases and killed thousands of my men."

Lao Ai said angrily.

If his subordinates die, he can recruit others as long as he has money. Brother Mo Xi is extremely poor, and there are many young people waiting to do this for him.

Based on the pension standard of 1 per person, plus various previous investments, all the losses added up to only tens of millions, but this is not a matter of money. It is that El Mencho has completely lost his face.

He has been brave and aggressive since he was young and his life depends on his face, so it is taboo to concentrate fire on defense.

(End of this chapter)