Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 24 An angry Thomas

The afterglow of the setting sun shone into Thomas' office and fell on the table.

The owner of the table has been sitting here for nearly an hour without moving his buttocks from his seat.

There is a document on the table.

This is an operational assessment report.

The content involved the exchange of fire that took place on the overpass in the afternoon.

The people at Langley are always the quickest to get first-hand information.

He has read this report no less than three times.

Thomas was surprised and embarrassed.

The embarrassment was that the things he had promised to his boss had not been completed.

What was surprising was Song Heping's performance in this operation.

If it hadn't been for him, maybe Angel would have been lying in the morgue of Green Zone Hospital at this time.

And this Chinese guy actually recommended it to the cook himself.

Thomas couldn't help but touch his face.

It was as if I had been slapped hard by an invisible hand.

Jingle Bell--

The landline on the table rang.

He picked up the phone and heard a signal from the fax machine. He dialed the signal back and then put the phone down.

sizzle-

As the fax machine vibrated, a fax message was slowly spit out.

Thomas quickly tore off the fax and scanned the content twice quickly.

"...XXX Troop Logistics Support Base, Military Rank: First Class Non-Commissioned Officer, Position: Breeder..."

Breeder?
He returned to his computer and sent a query message to the intelligence agency in the encrypted system: What is the position of a breeder?
After sending it, he sat back in the chair, put his feet on the table, still holding the fax in his hand, and read every word on it in a low voice.

It's an underwhelming resume.

A very ordinary Chinese veteran, after leaving the army, he worked and opened a water delivery store, and then came here to start a grocery business in the Green Zone...

Ding--

A beep sounded from the computer.

Thomas took his feet back, straightened up and leaned in front of the computer screen, and clicked on the information.

After opening it, there were only three words on it - pig farmer!

"SHIT!"

Thomas cursed and leaned back in his chair.

"What's the background of this kid!"

He now regrets introducing Song Heping to the cook.

At this time, the phone suddenly rang.

Thomas felt a big headache when he saw the number.

When he arrived, he still pressed the call button.

"Thomas, what are you doing! Didn't you say that girl will never return to the Green Zone? Didn't you say that you will definitely settle this matter?! I just received the news that Angel has arrived safely in the Green Zone!"

"SIR, you have to listen to my explanation on this matter... Our troops stationed in Bakda rushed to the rescue too promptly. If it had been ten minutes later, Angel would definitely not have been able to reach the Green Zone... Don't worry, I will definitely not let her take it. I don’t have any evidence..."

Thomas is also an expert at fooling his superiors.

After some explanations, he finally got over it for the time being, and the boss on the other end of the phone finally accepted his explanation.

Just got off the phone with my boss.

Another phone rang again.

He took it over impatiently, his expression changed as soon as he saw the number, and he hesitated for a few seconds before connecting.

This time it was the cook on the other end of the phone.

"Thomas! Are you still in the Green Zone?"

"Still...still..."

"Come to the bar tonight and I'll treat you!"

"...What's there to be happy about?"

"Of course! It's related to you! You remember that guy? That's the guy you recommended to me in the bar. I really want to thank you! Fortunately, we have him today, otherwise our VIP would be ruined! Don’t say anything anymore. Come to the bar tonight and I’ll open a bottle of the best Scotch whiskey! I won’t talk to you anymore. I’ll go collect the reward first. See you tonight!”

The phone is disconnected.

Thomas held the phone and listened to the busy tone.

Within three seconds, he slammed the phone to the ground.

He was furious, feeling insulted, but he couldn't let it happen.

Because you asked for it.

I originally thought of a newbie and a few idiots, but there was no worse combination in Bakda's mercenary circle.

I never thought that with the strength of 5 people, I could withstand the surprise attack of more than armed men.

It's like seeing a ghost! ...

In the mission hall of Blackwater International, Miss Loli was distributing mission bounties to contractors who had completed their missions.

The cook smiled and took a thick stack of US dollars from Miss Loli's hand, all of which were brand new hundred dollar bills.

The cook took the money, put it on his mouth and kissed it hard.

Then I ordered one thousand for each person.

Song Heping took the stack of money and carefully put it in his pocket.

"Go to the bar for a drink tonight!" said the cook.

Song Heping shook his head: "I won't go, my money is still useful."

The cook said: "I heard that you are eager for money, but you are not so stingy, are you?"

Song Heping said: "I have a use for money."

Bai Xiong and the Queen joked at the side: "Mang, in our industry, money comes and goes quickly. If you are drunk now, you will be reluctant to spend it. Maybe you will die one day. No matter how much money you save, It’s no use.”

The cook said, "Sang, I know you have brothers and sisters waiting for your money to support them, but those of us in this business are all about making quick bucks. You never know when we might die. So, eat and drink, and don't be so stingy. Money isn't saved up. In our business, it's earned, and you earn it with your own strength! Don't worry, follow me, and I guarantee you'll have meat to eat!"

After saying that, he clenched his fist and shook it in front of Song Heping's eyes.

Before the cook finished speaking, he suddenly heard a mocking voice coming from the door.

"I've heard that Russians like to brag, and today I saw it, hahaha! Chef, aren't you afraid of biting your own tongue when you brag?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the door.

This voice is very familiar.

Song Heping remembered that it was the guy from the Duke of Wellington's regiment, the retired officer Les who led the British.

It's really a narrow road for enemies!

Sure enough, it was Les.

Rice appeared in the mission hall with several of his men, with the unique overconfidence of the British Empire on his face.

His eyes swept across everyone present, and finally landed on Song Heping.

Song Heping knew that this guy didn't like him very much.

In the morning, I humiliated Les in public and mentioned the dark history of the Duke of Wellington's regiment on the peninsula. Is this guy here to cause trouble?

However, Rice and the others did not seem to embarrass Song Heping.

After sizing up Song Heping, they went straight to Miss Loli and registered and handed over the tasks completed today.

Then he turned around and walked up to the cook, glanced at the pile of bills in the cook's hand and said, "I'm so happy about the reward of ten thousand yuan. It seems that you, cook, haven't had a good life either."

After saying that, he sneered and walked away.

"Ho-tui!"

After the people left, the cook snorted heavily and spat on the ground.

Song Heping asked Gray Wolf in confusion: "They look very arrogant."

Gray Wolf said: "Of course! They are official employees of Blackwater. Les's nickname is Mad Dog. He himself brought a team of twenty people from Dai Ying to form a 'Mad Dog' mercenary group." The organization, currently under the banner of Blackwater International, has the same treatment as regular employees, so their income is much higher than ours.”

As a newcomer, Song Heping was not familiar with everything in the mercenary circle.

So he curiously asked the gray wolf: "How high is it?"

Gray Wolf said: "Currently, there is a huge income gap among mercenaries in Bakda. The income of freelance mercenaries like us who have not signed a contract with a company is at the bottom. We can earn a hundred dollars a day by picking up odd jobs that others do not want. If you reach three hundred dollars, you will get subsidies and commissions if you have tasks, and you will have to drink Northwest Wind if you don’t have tasks.”

"Mercenaries signed to small companies also have long-term contracts. Most of them earn 7000-10000 a month, which is a guaranteed income, not to mention the bonuses for missions, so it's quite comfortable. Formal employees of large PMCs like Blackwater International or AAFES are even better off. Their fixed monthly salary alone can reach $15000, and those with more experience and ability can get even higher. Not only do they provide personal insurance, but they also receive generous mission bonuses and commissions, as well as paid vacations. Their benefits are first-rate. We wandering ghosts can't even compare..."

"Oh...it's the difference between inside and outside the establishment..."

Fifteen thousand US dollars per month, this figure really shocked Song Heping.

You know, the general salary for working in the south of the country is only a few hundred to more than a thousand RMB. In Song Heping's hometown, a small county, even within the system, it is only four to five hundred yuan.

Calculated according to the current exchange rate, let alone compared with the mercenaries of large companies, the one thousand US dollars I earn today is enough for people in my hometown to work for a year.

One day is worth another year.

Although this job requires you to exchange your life for money, the pay is quite attractive.

A small goal suddenly came into his mind.

After earning one million RMB here in Yilige, I can go home, buy three commercial houses in the county, and still have a surplus to start a small business peacefully.

One million RMB is actually equivalent to more than 100,000 US dollars.

If the chef's team keeps working and he doesn't spend it recklessly, he can save this money in less than a year.

After all, we are making money to support our families. Instead of going back to China to survive, we might as well work hard here.

The cheapest business in the world is to exchange lives for money, and the most expensive business is to exchange lives for money.

The only difference is what industry they invest in.

As a human being, you must have ideals and small goals.

One million sounds like a lot, but what if it comes true?

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(End of this chapter)