Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 10 Prove strength
The old demon sat down, and Song Heping also sat down next to him.

Donald took out a Marlboro from the cigarette case on the table, lit it, and puffed out a puff of smoke.

"Old cousin, what do you want from me?"

The old demon didn't want to waste time, so he said directly, "My business had some problems this morning. I was involved in an attack, and all six generators were scrapped. I lost all my money..."

"Do you want to borrow money?"

"No, I just want to find some business, such as transportation..."

The old demon stated his thoughts in detail, but as soon as he finished speaking, everyone around the table laughed.

They laughed with disdain.

Maybe in their eyes, everything the old demon said was so childish and funny.

But the good thing about the old demon is that he has a thick skin and is very flexible and flexible. When Donald and the others laugh, the old demon is there to make amends.

Song Heping felt unhappy.

But you have to endure the discomfort.

When asking for help, you must have a begging attitude.

Finally, after laughing, Donald said, "Cousin, you don't think you can handle the transportation business here with your abilities, do you? Do you know how many defense companies are vying for business in Irigo right now? There are the big ones like Blackwater International, AAFES, and the British Spartan Security Company, and there are countless smaller ones. There are at least 8,000 mercenaries trying to make a fortune here. They are all retired special forces soldiers, paratroopers, and marines. At the very least, they are veterans of actual combat. And who are you? How can you take on this business? How many men and how many guns do you have?"

His words immediately choked the old demon until he was speechless.

As we all know, Irigaray is currently under the control of the US military. The Irigaray Provisional Management Committee is currently located in the Green Zone and has begun to rebuild its regime with the support of the US military. Previously, the US Congress passed a post-war reconstruction plan totaling 87 billion US dollars, and 30% of the funds were invested in security projects.

As the saying goes, money makes things easier.

With this large sum of money, the Provisional Governing Council and the US troops stationed in Iraq started spending money like crazy, buying all kinds of things.

They moved all kinds of new cars, new air conditioners, and new computers here from Kuwait. Even during the project to rebuild the Internet, they even swarmed in with things like color websites to satisfy every man here. need.

Although bullets are flying everywhere in Irigo, it is a glittering gold mine in the eyes of mercenary organizations and defense companies from various countries.

There is no doubt that everyone wants to get their share of this gold mine.

But to participate and share the money, you must first have strength and connections.

It is simply a pipe dream for amateurs like Song Heping and Lao Yao to take on this kind of business.

The atmosphere became awkward.

The mercenaries and American soldiers around them looked at these two ignorant Chinese people as if they were monkeys.

Yes.

Why do you do that?
Not to mention Blackwater International, an organization founded by retired senior US military officers, or AAFES, a security company with a century-old history, even Spartan Defense Company from the British Empire was founded by retired senior British military officials and has close ties with senior officials in the coalition forces.

Can you two Chinese compare to them?

"Evgeni, didn't three of your team die a few days ago? I heard you were hiring?"

Just when the atmosphere was awkward, Thomas, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke, his eyes looking at the bald man sitting next to him.

The bald man finally responded.

He turned his gaze to Thomas, waiting for him to continue.

Thomas pointed at Song Heping: "This young man is a good player. I think you can try to recruit him."

Song Heping saw that this bald man was the leader of a small group.

Because Thomas had experienced life and death with him before, he had done him a favor, so he returned the favor this time.

The bald man didn't seem to like Thomas' recommendation, but he couldn't refuse it.

Thomas is a small boss of GRS. He has business cooperation with GRS. There are always some good jobs that can be assigned to him there, but it is not good to offend the financial backer.

GRS is an agency under the CIA, with the full name of Global Response Staff. It is also a hired subordinate agency. Most of its members are former members of the US special forces. They are responsible for providing security services for CIA intelligence personnel worldwide. Most of their tasks are confidential in nature. In fact, they play the role of "contract workers" to reduce costs and can shirk responsibilities at any time.

"Thomas, my team is indeed short of people, but there is no shortage of cannon fodder."

The bald man spread his hands and looked at Song Heping.

His first impression of the Chinese man in front of him was very ordinary.

Everyone in his small team is a good player, tall, strong, brave, ruthless, and rich in actual combat experience.

And Song Heping looked ordinary.

Thomas said: "The VIP I was escorting was attacked this morning. He helped me a lot. If he hadn't assisted me in fending off the resistance people, I probably wouldn't have had the chance to sit here and drink with you tonight."

"Really?"

Thomas's words seemed to arouse Yevgeny's interest. He also heard about the attack on the GRS unit outside the city in the morning. Almost all the troops of the army platoon escorted by the team were killed. The GRS had 2 dead and 1 wounded. Only Thomas was injured. Xu's entire tail was unscathed, which shows how tragic it was at that time.

Those who could come back alive from that battle were truly qualified to join the group. He couldn't help but look at Song Heping again, and suddenly pointed his finger at the old demon.

"Including him?"

Thomas shook his head: "No, I don't know the other guy."

The old demon quickly explained: "It doesn't include me, of course it doesn't include me."

Yevgeny thought for a while, then turned to Song Heping and said: "My team is currently very short of people. We lost three brothers three days ago. If you want to join, I welcome you, but you must prove your strength. ”

Song Heping asked, "How do you calculate your salary?"

Yevgeny was stunned.

The people around him were also stunned.

No one expected Song Heping to ask this.

Many people wonder if this guy is crazy.

When I came up, I asked about salary and didn’t tell me what I was capable of.

Yevgeny quickly recovered and held out his hand. "Our team's rules stipulate that newbies are only paid $100 a day. You can become a full member only after you've survived a month and proven your abilities in combat. Full members receive $300 a day, and there are additional commissions and bonuses for special missions."

After hearing this, Song Heping thought about it in his mind.

One hundred dollars a day is definitely a high salary for an ordinary job, but it is a life-threatening job, so it is not high.

But three hundred dollars a day is nine thousand dollars a month, which is not a small amount.

After working for a few months, I will have no problem paying off the debt.

"Okay, I accept."

"and many more."

Yevgeny said: "You accept it, but I haven't accepted it yet. If you want to join, you must prove yourself."

Song Heping asked: "How to prove it?"

Yevgeny pointed to his right, which was the direction of the arena.

"Beat Andre."

When this statement came out, everyone was lost.

Thomas' face looked a little ugly, and he said coldly: "Yevgeny, if you want to reject my proposal, there is no need to find such a poor reason."

Song Heping took a look and saw that the man named Andre was the big man who had previously beaten up the old Mo who was said to have black boxed. Listening to his name, it seems that he is a big guy like Yevgeny.

No wonder everyone was in an uproar. Just looking at Andre's figure, his arms are almost as thick as Song Heping's thighs. In terms of height, Song Heping himself is only 1.76 meters, but the other person looks to be over 1.9 meters, a full half taller. Size.

One force can defeat ten. Absolute crushing in strength will definitely play a key role in fighting.

Donald said, "Song, don't be stupid. Andre's chest press is 300 kilograms, and each dumbbell press is 90 kilograms. It's heavier than you alone. Are you going to fight him? That's going to kill you!"

No one here was optimistic about Song Heping.

Andre stood by the ring, holding the short-haired blonde girl in his arms, looking at Song Heping with the eyes of an adult looking at a kindergarten child.

"Boy! I don't want to fight you. I kill people for a fee. You are not worth my while."

Song Heping looked at Andre, then turned to ask Donald: "If I fight him, what are your odds?"

"what?"

This time it was Donald's turn to be stunned.

"What did you say?"

Song Heping said: "When I came in, I saw that you seemed to be placing bets. What are the odds?"

He pointed at himself.

Donald was sure he heard correctly and turned to ask the boss at the bar.

"Les, this guy wants to fight Andre. What are the odds?"

Beside the bar, Les, the manager of the Forbidden Bar at AAFES, looked at Song Heping and then shouted: "1 for 10!"

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