From arms dealer to king of war

Qiao Jia took away a total of 13 prisoners from the extrajudicial camp...

There are only 5 people left in the Ghost Mercenary Group, and the others are mercenaries from Walker Mining Company.

The combat quality of this group of people is definitely sufficient. With just a few dozen people, they fought hide-and-seek with the lawless people in the jungle for nearly a month.

Later, they joined forces with the local guerrillas who were driven into the jungle, causing a lot of casualties to the outlaws and the blue hats.

Their only meaning to Qiao Jia is to act like a human being, and harshly 'sanction' them so that future mercenaries who want to do business in Sangha Town will be more considerate.

The boss of the "Ghost Mercenary Group" is named Calvin Ramsey, codenamed "Jupiter".

As soon as I heard the code name, I knew that this guy was really bad, because 'Jupiter' is the legendary King of Gods, Zeus. Who would have to have a lot of iron heads and a lot of shit to dare to act with this nickname?

This is equivalent to a short mule giving himself the nickname "Second Master Guan" and carrying an open-eyed Guan Gong on his back. If his life is not strong enough, he will die very quickly.

Qiao Jia had no habit of abusing prisoners, so he took them back to the base and first changed them into clean prison uniforms.

Just when those guys thought they could temporarily escape the endless interrogation, they were sent one by one into a 'courtroom' with a green screen.

Tribal elder Beerus wore a large black robe and held an old wooden hammer in his hand. He sat in front of a desk and acted as the supreme judge of Sangha Town.

Before these unlucky guys could figure out what was going on, the arranged defense lawyers announced their guilty pleas, and were then sentenced to life imprisonment by the judge.

The loudspeakers in the four corners of the 'court' were ringing with applause. Qiao Jia, who was in the command room, watched Tony use the software to skillfully turn the green screen in the 'court' into a formal courtroom filled with seats.

It's like making a movie. It's funny when you're on set, but after post-production, it feels like it's real.

Although after every unlucky person was judged, the people behind them applauded and celebrated in a consistent rhythm, but it seems that no one would complain about these mercenaries who did all kinds of evil.

If you want to question the majesty of Central African judges, you can come here to litigate. The judges here will let you understand how fast a ‘quick trial’ can be!

‘Jupiter’ was a bit scornful of what Boss Joe had come up with. He believed that as long as his friend came here with enough money, he could be redeemed after the limelight passed.

‘Jail’?

‘Jupiter’ believes that a true master who has fought in the world for half his life will not die in prison.

His own value determines that as long as he is willing to 'completely surrender', he can find a new boss and regain his freedom, especially in Afika.

The most important thing is that he has done dirty work for many people. If those people can't kill him, then they have to find a way to get him out, otherwise an unscrupulous mercenary will say a lot of irrational things.

But this time 'Jupiter' thought wrong. After they accepted the 'trial', they were quickly sent to a large cell.

The previously captured 'Needle' and 'Smoking Gun' were taking a nap in the cell. When they saw 'Jupiter' was also captured, 'Smoking Gun' laughed and said: "Jupiter, what the hell are you doing?" And today too.”

'Jupiter' tidied up his clean prison clothes and even smiled politely at the P.B. soldiers who escorted them. Then he walked into the cell and said to the extremely haggard 'Smoking Gun': "We lost. , so surrender!

I think P·B’s jackals are pretty well-behaved, and we should get a chance to get out soon. "

As he spoke, 'Jupiter' frowned and looked at the sarcastic 'Smoking Gun', and said: "Why are you looking at me like this? They didn't kill us, it must be because we are valuable.

Putting a bunch of mercenaries in jail shows no value! "

‘Smoking Gun’ seemed to have heard a very funny joke, he grinned and said: “You think they keep us alive because they want us to help them fight the war?

Jupiter, how do you survive until now with such naivety? "

'Jupiter' frowned and said, "Then what's the point of imprisoning us? Do they want to pry out some news from our mouths?"

"You? Give P·B news? You thought wrong!"

‘Smoking Gun’ said with a wry smile: “But don’t worry, you will soon know that P·B does not raise idlers…”

'Jupiter' felt a little bad. He sat next to 'Smoking Gun', glanced at 'Needle' who had been sleeping, and then frowned and said: "What do you mean? P·B will abuse prisoners. ?”

‘Smoking Gun’ shook his head with a wry smile and said: “No, prisoners will not be beaten here, but if we want to eat, we need to work and earn money.

The pay here is one dollar an hour, and performance reviews are very strict.

Based on my experience over so many days, if you want to be full, you need at least $12 a day. "

As he spoke, the 'smoking gun' pointed at the 'syringe' who was lying on his side on the bed and snoring, and said: "Do you think the 'syringe' doesn't want to meet you? No, he is tired!"

'Jupiter' said in disbelief: "We are in jail and we still need to earn money for food?"

"Yes!"

‘Jupiter’ felt like he was going crazy. There was nothing like this in concentration camps. Since when did prisoners have to pay for their own meals?

He said a bit incredulously: "With a job that pays one dollar an hour, we need to work 12 hours a day to have enough to eat?"

‘Smoking Gun’ nodded a little gloatingly and said, “If you have a normal appetite, you can eat less.

However, I don’t recommend skipping meals for a long time because you will need a lot of energy to support you in completing your work.

The performance appraisal here is very perverted, and money is really deducted. You definitely don’t want your hard-earned food expenses to be deducted. "

As he said "Smoke Gun", he looked at the tired man who turned around and raised his middle finger, indicating that he would not disturb his resting "Needle". This guy diligently helped "Needle" tuck the corner of his quilt, and then said proudly: "Here's Needle" Fortunately, I now work in the hospital in Sangha Town.

Although it is a bit dirty and prone to infectious diseases, it is not too much heavy work, but you..."

While 'Smoking Gun' was talking, a group of P·B soldiers walked to the door of the cell with neat steps.

A black guy knocked on the door of the cell and said, "The time is up, come here and get ready, I'll take you to the hospital."

'Needle' sat up like a conditioned reflex. He sat on the edge of the bed numbly and pondered for a few seconds. Then, like an exhausted overtime dog tortured by overtime, he struggled to stand up and walked to the door. He turned around and put the back of his hand on his own initiative. Behind you...

When Xiao Hei put the shackles on him, he said helplessly: "Can you remove the weight of the shackles? I have three surgeries this afternoon. If this continues, my hands will be useless."

Seeing the dissatisfaction on Xiao Hei's face, 'Smoke Gun' ran over and said, "I'll do it, I'll do it, put the weight on me.

The handcuffs have to be taken off when he gets to the hospital anyway, so let him relax a little bit.

This guy has performed 163 orthopedic surgeries in the past month. He does heavy work of repairing bones.

Give me a counterweight and hanging two iron balls will not prevent me from working as a hospital cleaner.

Don't worry, we will never run away. Recently, 'Zhen Guan' and I saved 25 yuan. We will have a day off in a week at most, and we will treat you to something good..."

Xiao Hei nodded very humanely and said, "Okay, but you have to be more honest. Yesterday the hospital lost a bottle of glucose. If the same thing happens again, you will have to go to work in the mines."

‘Smoke Gun’ glanced at the pale ‘Needle’ in distress, then approached Xiao Hei and said: “We understand, let’s leave quickly.

There are too many people in the cell now, and we can't have a good rest. We won't be back at noon tomorrow. Can we bring food? "

Xiao Hei nodded and said: "No problem, prepare a lunch box, just buy more breakfast and take it with you."

'Jupiter' watched the 'smoking gun' and 'syringe' being taken away. He looked at a P.B. Xiaohei standing at the door and said: "We don't work. Since we have been judged, we demand reasonable compensation." Treatment of Prisoners.”

'Jupiter' was testing Xiao Hei's attitude, but what he didn't expect was that Xiao Hei didn't embarrass them at all. He closed the cell door with a bang, and then took a stick from the side. Fire hose...

With 'Jupiter''s surprised expression, he wet their bed, then closed the flush valve of the cell toilet, and the little black guy turned around and left with a smile.

No one in P·B is willing to do the job of guarding prisoners. These people talk nonsense and cause trouble. It hurts to hit their own hands, which is completely unnecessary.

I’ve seen a lot of ‘tough guys’, and the ‘bong’ and ‘syringe’ that I left just now were also tough at first, but they got used to it after only a week.

The gangsters had no other choice but to follow Thompson's instructions and keep them hungry while not making them comfortable.

The wet bed, the wet floor, the urinal with feces and urine leaking out at any time, and the lingering hunger that started two days later...

When you only need to work honestly, you can get a clean environment and delicious food. No one can resist such conditions.

The first captured 'Bison' is now working in the mines, working harder than the locals because he found that his salary was actually higher than the locals.

Although the outrageous prices for prisoners in the P·B canteen will quickly consume the "high salary", this consumption also consumes the prisoners' will to resist.

They try not to abuse prisoners physically or psychologically as much as possible. They just step on the prisoners' psychological bottom line, use high-intensity labor to break their will to resist, and slowly turn them into labor machines.

Human beings are so terrible!

Human beings who have studied psychology are among the best!

‘Iceman’ is now sitting in a small ward next to the cell, playing chess with Jack Heinz.

After a period of training, Jack Heinz's leg injury is almost healed.

For more than a month, Jack has been eating delicacies that are full of color and flavor every day, but he can only look at his two assistants, the "smoking gun" and the "syringe," and he is tortured by the work to the point of death.

That feeling was even worse than letting him eat shit!

Seeing the 'Iceman' checkmate himself with a smile, Jack pushed away the chessboard. After getting out of bed, he wandered around the ward for several times like an anxious beast. Finally, he said: "My leg injury has healed. Let's put it down." Let me go, I will kill that Harlot..."

As he spoke, Jack looked at the 'Iceman' and said coldly: "Is your promise still valid?"

‘Iceman’ collected the chess pieces, nodded with a smile and said, “Have you ever seen anyone from P·B lie?

Go kill Harold, and the bong and needle will be free! "

As he spoke, the 'Iceman' patted his head and said: "But because of your injury, which delayed a little time, we lost track of Harlot. He has now gone to Eastern Europe, and we don't know where exactly he is.

You need to figure it out yourself! "

Jack listened, and after being silent for a while, he said, "I have my own way, you just need to fulfill your promise after I succeed!"