MTL - From Arms Dealer To King of War-Chapter 612 boss's conscience

  Chapter 612 The conscience of the boss

  P·B's recruitment is actually quite low-key, but it can't stand the propaganda of the veteran mercenary 'Gunfire'.

  In addition to adding another 200 Tuaregs, a large number of temporary workers from the single gang came to Libya to gather at their own expense, and then Haftar in Benghazi found that there were many more dangerous people at the nearest airport.

  Not long after the terrorists were driven out, the National Army suddenly became nervous and even imposed a curfew.

   Those who run the single gang didn't understand what was going on at first. The prices of hotels in Benghazi have increased, and all the places that can be borrowed by foreigners are on duty by the national army.

  If these dangerous people are in trouble, the National Army will rush over to mediate violently. In just two days, the number of fighting in Benghazi is higher than when the terrorists were still there.

   Haftar is also involved in a lawsuit. P.B. is Haftar's most reliable partner now. Boss Joe is of course fully cooperating when he wants to recruit people.

  The air route to Tobruk has not yet opened, and Haftar has set up a special passage at the airport in Benghazi.

  But those guys who run the single gang are cautious. They don’t know if the National Army has a VIP channel. Of course, they try to disguise themselves as little white rabbits.

   As a result, within two days, dozens of businessmen and more than a dozen engineers came to Benghazi...

  In the end, these guys made a mess of hotels and restaurants in Benghazi.

   It's no wonder who, it's all the 'enthusiasm' of the National Army, because there is another wave of guys who are a little bit out of tune with them.

  The old fritters who came to apply for the job in response to the call from the "Gunfire" met a group of tough "rookies" in Benghazi who had not dissipated their military aura.

  When they know that these people are here to compete with themselves, the smell of gunpowder will naturally come up.

  These industry leaders couldn't help but weigh these 'rookies', and then became angry after coming and going.

  Eric's appeal on the Internet is still sufficient, and Eric's network sieve is very powerful.

   A group of soldiers with their own characteristics and who had just retired were also concentrated in Benghazi.

   These newcomers in the mercenary world who had just finished their collective life, faced the provocations of a group of old fritters, they could bear it at first, but as those old fritters became more and more excessive, they began to fight back.

   Not knowing the rules is actually quite scary...

   If you fall with me, I will open the ladle for you. If you dare to scold me, I will fight you for 300 rounds.

   Regardless of whether we win or not, we want to gain some advantage on the basis of losing both sides.

  The police station in Benghazi has never locked up so many people in just a few days in the past few decades, and they were all thorns pressed against the head by the National Army with machine guns.

  It is normal for the local police to be corrupt, but looking at the men who crowded the detention room, the police did not dare to stretch out their hands. Instead, they honestly took notes for them and sorted out a series of bizarre cases of weapon fighting.

  These police officers are actually afraid, because the prisoners look too difficult to deal with.

   Until a lawyer rushed to the police station with a box of money...

   As P·B's lawyer, Jory Amon undertook the task of releasing these guys on bail.

   Also came the Sri Lankan trio from team C and sniper Ronaldinho. Their task was to observe these people, check their status and read the files.

  In advance, a group of emotionally unstable people will be screened out...

  Of course, P·B has its own definition of emotional instability. Deliberate finding faults and deliberate counterattacks are not within the scope of "unstable". Those who cannot control themselves are the targets of screening!

   Such as alcoholism, drug use, unclean hands and feet...

   With the help of case files, Jory Amon quickly screened out several targets with Poisonous Wolf.

   Several men saw that they were 'dismissed' before they arrived at the place, and they roared angrily in the detention room...

Jory Amon is now considered a big lawyer in Afika, protected by poisonous wolves, and Jory Amon is not afraid of those losers. He generously spread the suitcase on the police desk Open it, revealing the well-bundled dollar bills inside...

   A suitcase, $3 million in cash!

   In front of many 'prisoners', Jory Amon opened a wad of cash, picked out 4 copies of 1,000 dollars and handed them to the 4 eliminated guys.

   This guy has two serious alcoholics, one drug addict, and one thief.

  It doesn't matter what their abilities are, P·B doesn't need such people.

  One of the two-meter-tall Eastern European burly men looked at the cash handed in front of him, staring at the bull's eyes and shouting angrily, "What the **** do you mean?"

  The burly man with veins all over his head was very scary. The surrounding police couldn't help pulling out their pistols, and the National Army soldiers guarding outside also rushed in with guns.

Jory Amon waved his hand to signal the soldiers of the national army who wanted to get rough. He took out a white handkerchief and wiped his cheeks and glasses. Then he threw away the handkerchief and handed over the 1,000 dollars again. He said with a smile: "Sir, thank you for coming to participate in the selection of P·B, but you are not suitable for P·B.

   This $1,000 is not a humiliation, but a little bit of our love for you.

  In the next three days, no matter where you want to go, we can arrange air tickets for you. You can take the money to play in Benghazi for a few days, or you can take it back.

  Our boss needs someone with self-control and a basic sense of honor! "

   Hearing this, the strong man roared and grabbed Jory Amon by the collar and lifted him up, grinning and saying, "You are **** insulting me..."

Jory Amon reached out to stop the poisonous scorpion who pulled out the knife. He patted the strong man's hands and said, "Sir, I think you misunderstood. I didn't mean to humiliate you, but just to tell you P· B's recruitment conditions, lest you make a trip in vain.

  You are very strong and probably a good soldier, but not drunk.

  P·B is not looking for cannon fodder, we have to be responsible to all our colleagues, you ask the people around you, who would like to partner with an alcoholic guy on the battlefield?

   If you are really eager to join P·B, I suggest you give it a try after quitting drinking.

  I can give you my business card, as long as you succeed, you can call me at any time, the door of P·B is always open for excellent soldiers. "

The strong man stared at the calm Jolly Amon. Ten seconds later, he let go of his hand with gloomy eyes, hid his slightly trembling left hand behind him, and said in a bitter tone: "People like you don't I don't understand.

   Alcohol is the cheapest painkiller for people like us..."

   Jory Amon straightened his collar, nodded and said: "I understand, because I have also experienced alcoholism, but it was not because of physical injuries...

  It’s a pity that you are not a member of P·B, otherwise you will enjoy the most comprehensive treatment and rehabilitation after injury, and even if you can’t continue to fight, you can still maintain a relatively stable life. "

   While talking, Jory Amon folded the 1,000 dollars and stuffed it into the pocket of the strong man, and then said seriously: "Sir, P·B respects all brave soldiers!

   If you still have expectations for the future, I personally recommend that you stop drinking and try again.

   As long as you can get the contract, you can apply for Medicaid.

  P·B believes in the sense of honor and the love of comrades, we will not give up any one of us! "

After speaking, Jory Amon patted the strong man's arm, took out 10,000 U.S. dollars and handed it to the police station, and said with a smile: "This is their bail money, and it is estimated that someone will come over in the next few days , we can still do it.”

  The strong man saw that Jolly Amon was ignoring him. He squeezed the cash in his pocket, brewed for more than ten seconds, and then suddenly rushed out of the police station with a roar...

  The three guys who were also eliminated next to each other glanced at each other, shook their heads in depression, turned and left here.

  P·B is very interesting, not to mention the round-trip travel expenses, and even a 1,000 yuan hard work fee when nothing is done, which makes people unable to find any faults.

  The rest of the people realized at this time that the 'selection' had already begun!

  And what Jory Amon said just now was not only for the strong men, but also for them.

  'Sense of honor', the easiest and the hardest...

  Those mercenaries who run gangsters and do black work have not heard this word for a long time.

  When they have no choice but to take their guns and die, they hide their sense of honor...

   Now suddenly hearing someone mention the sense of honor, this group of people is a little uncomfortable, and at the same time, there is still a sliver of expectation.

   No one is born a mad dog, and who wouldn't want to be respected, given the chance, who wouldn't want the satisfaction that comes from their work?

  A middle-aged mercenary with a gray beard suddenly raised his hand and shouted: "Sir, if we join P·B, what kind of work do we need?"

Jory Amon knew what this guy wanted to ask. This kind of old guy whose edges and corners have been smoothed probably doesn't think that a mercenary group needs soldiers to have a sense of honor. This is probably the sharpest rhetorical question he thinks Already...

  Looking at the strange expression on the old guy's face, Jory Amon said with a smile: "You are mercenaries, and of course your job is to fight with guns!

   But according to our boss, P·B soldiers are responsible for fighting evil! "

  The old mercenary froze for a moment, then shook his head and said with a smile: "Then who will decide between 'justice' and 'evil'?"

   Jory Amon spread his hands and said, "We generally rely on the boss's conscience to make decisions!"

As Jory Amon tidied up his clothes, he pointed to the lion badge on the collar of his suit and said, "I have served P·B for two years, and I can tell you all responsibly that our boss's conscience has never been We have never been disappointed.

  P·B's soldiers are still fierce, and may even still be out of tune with the harmonious society.

  But everything we do with our boss, every battle we fight, never makes us feel guilty.

  We draw glory from every harvest! "

  (end of this chapter)