Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 66 Pie in the sky

In fact, the chef is also a cunning guy.

The $200 he gave to Samir was not wasted.

As soon as he started working, he asked Samir to help him recruit local mercenaries.

It is not difficult to recruit 60 local mercenaries in just a few days. After all, the people here are now extremely poor. Many people have joined various armed organizations in order to survive. There are even local people who work as spies for various armed organizations to earn a living.

As long as the salary is reasonable, many locals will flock to it, but the most critical aspect of local security is the quality of individual soldiers.

Many people have never touched a gun before and entered this industry simply to make a living. The price of local mercenaries like these in Irigo is very low. Song Heping has seen the lowest salary of only 100 US dollars a month. The employers are those local small bosses. They buy two old AK47s that may go off at any time, put on a belt and start working immediately.

These people often even walk around with their AKs loaded and without even turning off the safety, pointing the guns at people from time to time. When people see this, they just want to kick them in the ass.

Letting Samir help with recruitment makes things much more reliable.

Firstly, he is a local, and secondly, he once served in the ISF and knows many professional soldiers.

Now he has been appointed as a platoon leader and his salary has been increased by $200. Samir works harder than anyone else. He started working on the spot and started contacting people with the company's mobile phone.

The problem of local mercenaries was successfully solved, but the issue of core team members became tricky.

Song Heping had just finished reading the analysis report in his room and had formulated a defense plan when he heard the cook yelling and swearing outside the house.

"Sokka! Do you still have any credibility?! You promised me something and you just stood me up?! I'm telling you, don't let me go back to see you! I'll twist your head off! You're a disgrace to the soldiers!"

Song Heping left the container house and saw the cook holding his phone, cursing furiously. He couldn't help but ask, "What happened?!"

"Those sons of bitches actually stood me up!" the cook raged. "They promised me they'd fly over tomorrow, and I even had Ferrari book their tickets. And now they called today to say the guy I wanted is gone!"

"Why is it gone?"

"A boss offered a high price for bodyguards, and a bunch of them just went there, saying it was too dangerous here and the pay wasn't as much as they could earn as bodyguards back home!"

After saying that, the cook was so angry that he kicked over a bucket next to him.

"Twenty thousand dollars a month, plus commissions! And paid vacation! Isn't that too low?! Even in Bakda, it's a high salary! Those pigs working as bodyguards for the oligarchs back home are just lackeys! What's so great about that!"

Gray Wolf advised, "Don't get angry. Think about how to recruit here! There are quite a few free mercenaries in Bakda now. If we send out the recruitment information sooner, maybe we can recruit a few elite soldiers."

"Elite!" the cook said. "Those with talent have already been signed by big companies. Those who can't get signed by big companies are just incompetent wandering ghosts!"

Song Heping said, "We were also wandering ghosts before. How can we look down on others after just a few days of eating a full meal?"

The cook's face turned even redder after being retorted by Song Heping, as it was all facts that he could not refute.

Song Heping added, "I think I just listened to what Gray Wolf said. Let's quickly go to the recruitment center and release the information. It's better than staying here and getting angry. Let me tell you, I just studied the situation in the Hassan Oilfield. The oilfield alone covers an area of more than 24 square kilometers. If we rely on only the five core members, there is no way we can complete the -hour alert duty."

Upon hearing this, the cook finally calmed down and quickly said to Gray Wolf, "Go to the recruitment center and post a notice saying we're hiring. Make sure you clearly state the salary and see if you can luck in and recruit some good people."

After the gray wolf left, the cook made another round of calls with his cell phone, mobilizing all his connections in Bakda and asking others to introduce his subordinates to him.

After a round of fighting, I finally felt discouraged.

The good ones have already been recruited, and we don’t want the kind of cooks who just want to get by.

I wasted a lot of phone bills and got nothing in the end.

After Song Heping finished the battle plan, he took Samir to buy guns and ammunition.

60 local mercenaries, that means 60 sets of individual equipment, as well as bullets, grenades, 40 rounds and other miscellaneous items. It's not a small list.

The gun shop owner Harvey's attitude this time was obviously much better than before. He smiled brightly when he saw Song Heping.

"Sang, I heard that you guys have made a fortune, received some big orders, and are recruiting to expand your team."

Harvey pointed to the shelves behind him.

"How about a set meal this time? I'll give you a discount."

His eyes suddenly fell on Song Heping, and his eyeballs bulged immediately.

He saw the individual equipment on Song Heping.

This is not the Romanian-made AKM that I bought from him before, but the MK18 assault rifle used by the US special forces.

"Where did you get that..." Harvey said.

Song Heping said: "Someone gave it to me."

No problem.

Sent by the dead.

"Give it away?!" Harvey had an expression of disbelief on his face, thinking that this guy must be talking nonsense.

"Boss, are you still doing business?"

"Do it! How many sets of individual equipment do you need?"

"Sixty sets first, with ammunition according to the three basic requirements. Also, give me four grenades per set: two offensive and two defensive, and a helmet..."

Song Heping said as he handed over the list in his hand.

Harvey took it and looked at it, and couldn't help but glance at Samir next to him.

"AKM made in Romania..." He couldn't help but mutter.

You know, in the current Irigo, most people who recruit local mercenaries are reluctant to buy this AKM assault rifle. Most of them buy the outdated AK47. The price difference between the two is far apart.

Samir obviously saw it as well, and his heart couldn't help but feel warm, thinking that he had followed the right person.

He vowed to live in peace with Ding Song.

At least this person is worth risking his life for.

Ever since the Allied Forces invaded Irige, few people treat the locals as human beings.

Samir felt respected by Song Heping.

"Are you hiring?"

Suddenly a voice came from the side.

Song Heping looked back and immediately exclaimed in his heart, "Oh my god!"

Two guys as big as iron towers stood in front of Zi.

"I go!"

Song Heping himself is 1.8 meters tall.

But in front of these two people, I suddenly felt like a dwarf.

It's not inferior to the white bear in size.

One of them had a typical Eastern European face, and the other one looked like he was from the Caucasus, with a full beard, which gave him a very oppressive look.

"You are?"

"The two of us..." the Eastern European man said, "My name is Guy Sage, and this is my friend, Doka Umarov. We just heard you're hiring, right?"

Song Heping said: "Yes, we are recruiting people, but we are recruiting core members, who must have service experience in relevant units."

"Yes," Guy said. "I'm an outlaw paratrooper. I've been in the service for ten years. My specialty is a sniper."

Extralegal paratroopers?

It seems to be okay.

Seeing Song Heping's gaze shift to the bearded man, Guy quickly said, "This is my friend from the Caucasus. He also served in the special forces for five years."

Special forces in the Caucasus?

Song Heping understood.

There is absolutely no problem with these two people just looking at their resumes.

But Song Heping became more cautious.

How could such a good-quality mercenary not be signed by a big company?
Such a good thing happened to me again?
"Okay, you two will come back to the company with me later. Recruitment is not my responsibility, so we need to get our boss's approval."

Song Heping intends to let the chef make the decision.

After all, the two of them had a division of labor.

I take care of military affairs, and the cook takes care of business.

"cook?"

Song Heping never procrastinates and directly calls the cook on his cell phone.

"I'm here with Harvey's weapons, and I met two elite mercenaries, one an extralegal paratrooper, and the other from the Caucasus Special Forces."

"From the Caucasus Special Forces?" There was a hint of strangeness in the cook's voice.

"Yes, do you want it? If you do, I'll take it back right away!"

"I want it!"

The cook quickly agreed.

This is the time to use people.

Who cares about the Caucasus Special Forces?