From arms dealer to king of war

In P.B.'s headquarters, Thompson looked down from the air and saw the 'Medical Bird' leading the team into the air.

Although it is clear that the other party will be alert once the 'Bison' disappears, in the end when the final result is in front of them, everyone will inevitably be a little disappointed.

Tony looked at Thompson, who was sitting at his desk with his hands clasped against his chin, thinking. He hesitated and said, "Boss, should we tell the boss?

There's a special operations team roaming around Sangha Town. Isn't that a good thing?

The children living in the boss's house are very important. Should we simply bring them to the base? "

Thompson shook his head and said: "There's no need. 'Bison' is the only black person in the Ghost Mercenary Group. It's impossible for others to sneak into Sangha Town, and it's even more impossible for them to attack the boss's house.

We have located them, trapped them, forced them to call for help, captured one or two key witnesses, and then we can get the Congolese government to take action. "

Tony frowned and looked at Thompson, who was talking in his sleep, and said, "Boss, what are you talking about? When did we lock their position?"

Thompson was stunned for a moment, then shook his head and looked at Tony, a rookie, with a smile, and said: "It's a mobile phone signal. The ghost people are very alert, but the people in the North Kivu Mining Company obviously don't have this awareness.

We locked onto a guy through the 'Bison' mobile phone. As long as he enters the range of the unmanned airship and starts talking, we can follow the signal to find the location of the ghost mercenary group.

They may have thought that changing their number would ensure their safety, but they certainly didn't expect that the person we were looking for was not them at all. "

Tony heard this in confusion and said curiously: "Boss, if we are not looking for the Ghost Mercenary Group, then who should we look for?"

Thompson looked at several young former CIA employees, shook his head slightly and said: "Guys, make no mistake, we are P.B. A few mercenaries are really nothing.

Intelligence work is not simply about staring at cameras or tapping phone calls. We have to fit in with the boss's strategy.

Competing with a group of mercenaries is just an entertainment activity for the boss to vent his energy and highlight his image.

Take a good look at the development summary of P.B. Sangha Town is a money-losing business at this stage. Several tantalum mines in North Kivu Province will be the boss's most important stable source of income in the future.

In the past, the boss did not have enough manpower, but now Central Africa is about to gain stability, and I don’t know how the boss persuaded the Congolese government to pay people to train troops.

The team of 500 people has entered North Kivu Province, and now the boss needs a legitimate excuse to enter there, forcefully knock out a few disobedient warlords, and then stabilize the place.

What we need to think about now is not how to kill the ghosts. A group of mercenaries fighting and killing is not worth our brains. Whether they are alive or dead, they will have no impact on the boss's business.

Keeping them at this stage will give the people of Sangha Town a sense of crisis, which will actually promote unity here. "

Speaking, Thompson seemed to have thought of something, and he said with a smile: "It is said that the French president sent an extralegal army to Central Africa because of the pressure from a group of women.

If you have nothing to do, think of a way to use the air force to demarcate an area, then drive the ghost people in, and then notify the lawless people.

Daddy Afika should also do his best for Central Africa! "

Tony stared at the daring Thompson and said, "You want us to trick people outside the law?"

Thompson frowned and looked at Tony, and said seriously: "You should think about the problem from another angle, you are cooperating with them!

Our boss brought the elites into the jungle, and P.B.'s large force has not completely withdrawn to the north.

Extrajudicial is here to help you!

You have to provide them with the most detailed information, and you can hand over the 'Bison' to them.

Everything is at our own discretion and we provide all assistance within our capabilities. "

As he spoke, Thompson asked Tony, who had a strange expression, and said, "Tell yourself, where did we deceive them?"

Rookie Tony slapped his mouth, thought about it for a while, and said, "So we should treat people outside the law as helpers. Don't they count as, um, enemies?"

Thompson shook his head funny and said: "P.B. is very powerful in Central Africa, but P.B. is not qualified to call France an enemy.

You should hang out with your boss more, and then you will find that there are actually many ways to solve the problem.

‘Cooperation’ is the wisest and the solution acceptable to everyone.

When you can't find where your core interests lie, then firmly follow your boss's position and don't be too smart. This way you can avoid making a lot of mistakes.

The Outlaw Legion is not the enemy, just treat them as friendly forces. "

People trained by the CIA have a self-centered selfish mentality. They naturally feel that all those who come to compete with them are enemies.

There's nothing wrong with this, as preset enemies make them more motivated to work.

But P·B gave Tony and the others too much confidence, enough to make them think that P·B could compete with France, which would be too bad.

My boss is trembling because he is being targeted by France. Where do you bunch of intelligence agents get the confidence?

Tony, whose soul was greatly shocked, looked at Thompson dumbfounded and said: "Boss, it turns out that you are not thinking about the ghost mercenary group at all. Then why did you ask the 'Medical Bird' to go there?"

Thompson shook his head and said with a smile: "We only do what we should do. The Ghost Mercenary Group is the 'entry card' left to the outside world.

The boss's core interests in Sangha Town are the two iron mines. He will bring the French into the market, and when the French come in, they will share the interests of the local tribes, so the xenophobia of some locals needs to be eliminated at the beginning.

Besides, isn’t it easy to use outside the law?

We are all collaborators, so it makes sense for P·B to contract the extra-legal logistics, right? "

Tony held his overworking head in amazement and thought for a long time, then said: "So the mercenary attack that makes us so nervous is actually not a big problem at all.

Our main target is Congo, and letting the media out is just the beginning, right? "

Tony said excitedly: "Boss, what should we do?

The work visas of those mercenaries were issued by Walker Mining Company, which is a branch of the giant Albemarle Chemical.

Do we want to create some public opinion in America? Princess Emina is there if she speaks..."

Thompson smiled and shook his head and said: "Princess Emina's angelic image cannot be destroyed. We may be able to achieve our goal by using her once or twice, but if we use her more times, we will attract counterattacks.

You should understand the energy of those giants. Using Princess Emina for this matter is a meaningless waste. Princess Emina's influence needs to be used at the most critical time and in the most critical place.

It's enough for Gemma to use the media to show off. Gemma's mother has now entered the Ministry of Justice. If those people are smart enough, they should consider the issue of meat cutting. "

As he spoke, Thompson typed on the computer and released a mining distribution map of North Kivu Province.

He pointed to the five red dots marked above and said: "Walker Mining Company does not mine itself, but it cooperates with two warlords in North Kivu Province.

What our boss means is to eat up one company and then force the other to turn around and turn to P.B. In this way, the boss can integrate part of the mining resources in North Kivu and become a giant there.

What we have to consider now is which one to take down first, and then collect intelligence purposefully so that the boss can smash in with a hammer. "

As he spoke, Thompson looked at Little Black Curry next to him with a slightly disapproving look. He shook his head and said, "You must think that P.B. can eat up two families, but have you ever thought that P.B. has no foundation there?

The Congolese government has been coveting it for a day or two, but they have gotten nothing because without the assistance of local people, integrating mining resources is just a joke.

If this happens, North Kivu may become another sangha town that needs constant blood transfusions.

The boss is expecting to make a lot of money there to supplement his losses. If he really follows your ideas, he will go crazy!

Guys, you gotta understand, guns are fists, but fists don't make friends.

Making money depends on your palms. Only by opening your palms to hold other people's hands can you make more friends and unite other forces.

Only by learning to share can you capture the most benefits. "

Tony felt that he understood something, but he felt that he could not see the boss's face clearly.

The boss’s fortune history is a must-read for intelligence officers like them...

Tony saw the development history of an ambitious military contracting company, but now that Thompson said it, he felt that he had made a mistake.

But there were some things here that Tony simply couldn't figure out. He looked at Thompson and asked, "Boss, what is the boss doing in Central Africa?"

Thompson looked at the extremely curious eyes of the young people. He smiled and shook his head and said: "Maybe it's for a city, maybe it's for a great cause...

Anyone who can win the support of dozens or millions of people will become special, and his subordinates will also enjoy the honor.

Without Sangha Town, P·B is just an ordinary mercenary company.

But with Sangha Town, P·B is a big ship wrapped in honor and hope.

This big ship will carry the same aura when it sails to any country around Central Africa.

Guys, everything you do now is legal, could you imagine it when you were in the CIA? "

………………

Qiao Jia sat by the river and ate barbecue, while holding Nice's shoulders and telling Fang Qiu about his ideals...

“When I have time, we will go to Greece to renovate the big villa I bought.

The swimming pool there is a bit too small, and Danbao will need a big lawn when he grows up...

When the time comes, we will buy a few more sports cars and we will take them out for a spin.

Haven't you always wanted to see sloths in Brazil?

Let's get together then. I heard that the girls there don't like to wear clothes. I must criticize them. It's so outrageous...

The islands in the Gulf of Guinea that Dragon Lizard mentioned can also be put on the agenda. I have already inquired about them. The islands in Cameroon are very cheap. We must buy one no matter what.

Sometimes when we have nothing to do, we can go see dolphins, whales, great white sharks and so on. "

Nice leaned on Qiao Jia's shoulder and glanced at the kitten who was always absentmindedly eavesdropping on Qiao Jia's words. She smiled and said: "The kitten is Brazilian, and Monica doesn't like to wear clothes.

But if you really like it, we can go and have a look. I have always been curious about that statue of Jesus.

I want to know why many people in places where God shines are not happy? "

Qiao Jia put his arm around Nice's shoulders, tilted his head and kissed her on the head, and said: "Maybe God's imperfection is because there is something wrong with people...

Perhaps when we transcend the high walls of religion, we can see that in this rapidly developing and out-of-control society, there are many imperfect but honest souls.

Nice, you are one of them, I got you! "