Fatal Strike: Paladins Mercenary Road

Chapter 964 I Need Volunteers

Upon hearing this, Galahad shook his head with a complicated expression and said, "'Arthur' has ruined everyone's lives!"

I messed up the 'Knights of the Grail'. My guys worked with me in Syria for over six months, and they lost their lives because of the Knights of the Round Table.

Unlike Gao Wen and the others, I have some savings, but it's not enough to fill the gap in my pension.

When the Mountain Eagle and the 'Grace Knights' were scattered, Galahad was already dead!
Without you, Lanmarok and the others who faked their deaths would only be wandering ghosts seeking revenge...

I know you're very wealthy and aspire to develop your own business network in the underworld. Do you need a few unambitious but still capable and experienced old men?

Upon hearing this, the mountain eagle asked curiously, "You're willing to work for me?"

Galahad looked at the lights of the convoy in the distance, nodded slightly and said, "You are the most amazing young man I have ever met. Although I don't quite understand your business, judging from the results, you are definitely right."

I need money right now, so as long as you're willing to offer a suitable salary, I...

Before Galahad could finish speaking, Mountain Eagle waved his hand and said, "I can give you an advance of $5 million to handle the problems after the disbandment of the Holy Grail Knights. Then you'll get $300,000 annually, with dividends depending on the situation..."

All outstanding debts will be deducted from your dividends, and the company will cover your reasonable daily work and living expenses.

"Of course, this is aimed at you, Lancelot, Lanmarok, and Percival, those four old guys..."

Galahad was a man who had seen a lot of money, but he was still a little curious about the Eagles' very sincere offer...

"Mountain Eagle, Lancelot and the others faked their deaths, but they are all injured. They are about my age, and even if they recover from their injuries, they probably won't be able to carry out combat missions."

Even under these circumstances, you're still willing to pay us 300,000 yuan a year?

Upon hearing this, Mountain Eagle laughed and said, "I've always felt that being a mercenary has no future, otherwise I wouldn't have changed Arctic Fox to 'Arctic Fox Foundation'."

Compared to so-called combat power, the experience of you old guys is more useful to me...

For example, I need someone to go to some chaotic places from time to time to help me deal with some business problems, or to deal with some dangerous people.

This is something that ordinary managers simply cannot handle, which is why some of my planned business ventures have been progressing rather slowly.

If you're willing, then you're the best people to handle these deals!

Galahad understood perfectly what the mountain eagle was saying...

According to his understanding, most of the young man's business was legal, except for the part related to crude oil smuggling, which was in a gray area.

The biggest cost in doing this kind of business is sometimes not on the procurement side, but on the sales side...

Because if you're operating illegally, it will attract flies from the sales area who want a piece of the pie!

This is where some experienced veterans are needed to handle things...

It's not about starting a war, but rather about dealing with those 'flies' in the past, offering them a share of the profits, and bringing them into the deal.

If things get to the worst point, then spend money to hire someone to start a war.

This is something that ordinary people would find difficult to handle well, but for veterans like Galahad who came from SBS, it's as simple as eating and drinking.

Because of their extensive network and rich experience, they understand the inner thoughts of people who mingle in the underworld, and therefore know the appropriate boundaries when interacting with them.

Don't underestimate these few old men who can't fight or run fast. If used properly, they can save Mountain Eagle a lot of unnecessary expenses.

If they weren't in such a bad situation, they probably wouldn't be able to sway these old hands even with 30 million a year, let alone 130.

If it were anyone else, this offer would be considered extortion, but frankly, Mountain Eagle's business doesn't involve that much risk. Even without the 500 million advance payment and annual dividends, it's still a very sincere offer.

After a moment's thought, Galahad took a deep breath and said, "I'm happy to take this job, and I think Lancelot and the others will feel the same way..."

Galahad then turned his gaze to Robin, who was parked near the highway in the distance, ready to coordinate the attack. After a moment of silence, he said, "Mountainhawk, do you think Robin is a good fit for the Arctic Fox Foundation right now?"

Mountain Eagle thought about Robin's performance by the cremation pit on the farm, and he nodded slightly and said, "He's suitable!"
My proposed Flying Fox Foundation is not a legitimate NGO; we need someone like Robin who works with a lot of anger.

To be honest, I like the fiery look in that guy's eyes when faced with a situation that has no bottom line...

Galahad looked at the mountain eagle with expectation in his eyes and said, "Then let him stay!"

I believe Robin is willing to work for you too! After listening, Mountain Eagle thought for a moment and said, "I personally have no problem with it, but I promised Blood Fox and the others that any new member of Arctic Fox in the future must be approved by them."

"And this kind of thing has to respect Robin's personal opinion..."

Galahad sometimes found it hard to understand the Mountain Eagle's methods, but the old man, though lacking in other areas, possessed a certain shrewdness. So he nodded slightly, not continuing the conversation, and picked up his sniper rifle when the convoy was within a kilometer's reach...

Mountain Eagles prefer to work with these quiet, old guys because they don't have the habit of being overly serious about everything...

If it were Tiffany and Lilith, they would definitely ask Mountain Eagle why he wasn't as enthusiastic towards Robin, a top fighter with good character and whom he cooperated well with.

Mountain Eagle finds this question difficult to answer because he firmly believes that if someone has the means, they shouldn't be in this line of work.

From the moment Mountain Eagle landed in Thailand, all his subordinates and companions, those who made a living with guns, joined his team for various compelling reasons...

Even though Mountain Eagle makes a living with a gun, he is inherently unwilling to drag others down with him because he feels that this line of work has no future.

Therefore, the role of butchers gradually shifted from killing outsiders to corporate security.

Therefore, he pushed high-quality spy beauties like Dalia and Yulia toward becoming his assistants.

Therefore, Tiffany, Lilith, and Marta, who were the most warlike and also the most aspiring to be Arctic foxes, were lured into the core combat zone by the Mountain Eagle under the guise of an 'Arctic Fox Rescue Team'.

No matter how eloquently Mountain Eagle speaks, deep down he doesn't like to apply the empty promises typical of the workplace to recruiting combat personnel.

Because he was responsible and knew very well that there was no future in just fighting with guns!
Furthermore, one or two skilled fighters are not a necessity for him right now, and for someone with a strong sense of responsibility, it would make him feel uncomfortable to have to persuade others to fight desperately in order to satisfy his own non-essential needs.

His ideal Flying Fox Foundation is not a team that relies on high salaries to operate. He will only accept you if you are a person of good character and have no other choice, or if you are not in it for the money but want to join the Flying Fox Foundation for something in your heart.

This may sound a bit sentimental, but in the heart of the Mountain Eagle, the Arctic Fox Foundation represents more of a continuation and a source of hope, an ideal world model that cannot be operated according to commercial rules.

This model requires members to have a spirit of dedication; it cannot be a simple employment relationship.

To put it simply, the Flying Falcon Foundation is an idealistic, borderless military organization!

Joining such an organization is torture for anyone who works for money!
Therefore, those who want to join need to think it through beforehand. Mountain Eagle will never persuade anyone to join; he would rather spend money to hire people outside when he is short-handed...

Galahad didn't ask, and Mountain Eagle naturally wouldn't tell either. He picked up the 'Vulcan' and tested the firing range...

As the unit entered the Claymore's coverage area, the radio was activated...

"Detonate..."

Robin, who was lying in ambush on the side of the road, lay prone in a ditch, pressed the detonator hard, and then quickly curled up into a ball, covering his head with his hands...

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."

With a series of explosions, countless steel balls rained down on the side of the convoy...

The convoy of more than a dozen vehicles was instantly engulfed in thick smoke.

Shrapnel and steel balls hit the vehicle, easily penetrating the thin shell and entering the human body. Unlucky people died instantly, while those who were lucky took a few seconds to process what to do.

After experiencing this round of attacks, the first reaction of the more experienced guys was to get out of the car and look for suitable cover...

But just as they were trying to open the car door, a terrifying chain of fire, with the determination to destroy everything, swept from the front of the convoy to the back.

The combination of armor-piercing and incendiary rounds struck the vehicles, instantly inflicting devastating damage on the already riddled convoy.

Several quick-moving individuals struggled to roll away when the 'Vulcan' unleashed its fury, but the fiery chain seemed to have a life of its own, slightly deflecting as it passed by, and whipping them until their flesh and bones were torn apart.

Where those bullets passed, human bodies were almost instantly pulverized...

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Just as the border carnage was completed, in the basement of a mansion inside New Laredo...

The silver-haired 'Arthur' watched Claudia Felix frantically circling the safe house and sighed softly...

After receiving a text message on her phone, she took out her phone and dialed it. Once the call connected, she whispered, "Miranda, tell the Angel of Death that we're even..."

(End of this chapter)