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"Yes, boss."

……

Victor then gave his men a look, and the three of them understood, raised their guns, and slowly surrounded them.

Maybe someone behind the wall knows.

If I don't come out, I might be shot to death.

He shouted, "Ji Li Gua La!"

The general meaning is: Don’t kill me, I’ll come out now!

Then a white man dressed like a beggar, with his hands raised, walked out from behind the wall.

Two NOCS personnel immediately rushed forward and performed a series of skilled grappling moves.

The man was already pinned to the ground by the backhand.

A gun was put to his head and a nylon tie was tied around it.

In the blink of an eye, he turned into a meat dumpling and couldn't move.

Chapter 36 Picked up a mercenary on the way

The two bodyguards searched the beggar-like white man's body and found that he had no weapons.

He immediately picked him up and half-dragged him in front of Chu Zihang and Victor.

Chu Zihang took a look at the white man. He had long black hair that went down to his neck, a long beard, deep eyes, a face covered in dirt, and his clothes were barely covering his body.

Was this person just released from prison?

Or are they foreign tourists who were robbed by locals and ended up in trouble?

"You two, let him go."

"Boss, he might be a mercenary or a spy, so you'd better be careful." Victor quickly stopped him.

"He looks so weak, a woman could take care of him."

"Let go."

Chu Zihang waved his hand and said.

The two bodyguards immediately let go of the white man, who fell to the ground helplessly.

"Hey, do you speak English?"

Chu Zihang squatted down in front of the man and used his pistol to push back the long hair in front of his forehead.

"Sir, I will tell you."

The white man forced himself to stand up, looking weak.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

The man didn't answer.

Instead, he swallowed his saliva and acted as if begging for mercy.

"Sir, can you give me something to eat?"

"I hadn't eaten for three days and I felt like I was going to die."

From the man's eyes, Chu Zihang saw pleading, pity, despair, and regret...

But he saw something else.

That is the hint of cruelty hidden deep in his eyes.

This guy has a story.

"Victor, is there anything to eat?" Chu Zihang turned his head and asked Victor behind him.

"Yes, in the car." Victor nodded.

"Go get some, and some water."

"Yes, boss."

Victor did not go in person, but sent one of his men.

He needs to protect his boss's life at all times.

Soon the bodyguard brought a bag of dry bread and a bottle of water.

The beggar-like man quickly snatched the bread, tore open the bag, put it in his mouth and devoured it.

It seems that he is really hungry!

"Eat slowly so you don't choke, and drink some water."

Chu Zihang had to remind him, fearing that he would choke to death.

After a while, the man finished the bread and water, but seemed still unsatisfied.

After recovering some strength.

He immediately answered the question that Chu Zihang had asked earlier.

After getting the answer he wanted, Chu Zihang had a strange look on his face.

The man's name is Chris Collette, a retired special forces soldier from the French special forces.

Because he doesn't know anything else but special operations.

In order to make money.

He took his few remaining possessions and came to Mogadishu alone.

He planned to join his former close comrade-in-arms.

As it turned out, the mercenary team his comrades belonged to took on a big job the day before he arrived.

He tried to assassinate the leader of a tribe near Mogadishu, but was unfortunately ambushed by the tribe.

The entire mercenary team was wiped out.

His comrades were gone, and he had no money left.

He could only walk back to Mogadishu and planned to go to the French Embassy for help.

I don’t know if this guy is the reincarnation of a jinx.

What bad luck! We encountered another sandstorm in the desert.

Special forces can survive in the wild, but not in the desert where there is only yellow sand.

Even a good cook cannot cook without rice!

In the end, it turned into the horrible look that Chu Zihang saw.

Penniless and without food.

After walking for a day and a night, we finally found the way out of the desert and arrived at an abandoned town.

Colette was looking for some food when she saw Chu Zihang and others.

Seeing that there were so many people, I wanted to observe them.

As a result, he was discovered by Victor.

This guy is so unlucky!

He's a special forces soldier after all, right?

Even with such a messed up appearance, he is still an extraordinary talent.

Lost interest.

Chu Zihang stood up and prepared to leave.

As for whether this guy will live or die, he doesn't need to care.

It was enough to give him bread and water so that he wouldn't starve to death here.

After all, small dogs have dignity.

What’s more, people?

"First... sir!"

Seeing Chu Zihang and others were about to leave, Colette hurriedly shouted.

The former paused and turned his head in confusion.

Colette swallowed nervously, "Can...can you give me a job?"

"Even a 100-meter knife is fine."

……

Hotel, inside the presidential suite.

Chu Zihang was smoking a cigarette and sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Opposite was Colette, who was eating voraciously, as if she was a starving ghost reincarnated.

The food crumbs fell from the corners of his mouth and were all over the carpet.

"Cough cough cough..."

Perhaps because he ate too fast, he accidentally choked.

His face turned red and he kept coughing.

Victor rolled his eyes, a little bit upset.

Hand over a bottle of mineral water.

Colette thanked him and drank half the bottle in one gulp.

Only then did his expression ease a lot.

But at this time, he was also full.

Seeing Colette was full.

Chu Zihang put out his cigarette and said, "Now that we're full, let's get to the point."

"Joining Umbrella Corporation means you'll be frequently in and out of war-torn areas, so the annual salary is $3 and the death benefit is $."

"We have all the benefits that other mercenary organizations have, such as insurance, medical care, vacations, holiday gifts, etc., plus two months of vacation a year."

"Would you like to consider it? Being a civilian is much better than dying somewhere on Earth and being eaten by wild beasts as feces."

Chu Zihang stared at Colette who was in a daze, waiting for her response.

And Colette was completely stunned!

Annual salary of 3 dollars?

A death pension of five hundred thousand dollars?

Oh my god!

Did he hear it correctly?

The monthly salary of the French middle class is only around one or two thousand, and he earns 3 a year?

With such good benefits, why would he refuse?

I agreed to join without hesitation.

Before the end of the 21st century, the average salary in Europe and the United States did not reach over ten thousand.

During this period, you could have a good meal in the United States for only one dollar.

A hundred-meter knife, unimaginable.

It can be said that the welfare benefits offered by Chu Zihang have exceeded those of most mercenary organizations.

Annual salary: 3 US dollars, and sacrifice pension: US dollars.

Just for the benefits.