From arms dealer to king of war

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

In addition to adding another 200 Tuareg people, a large number of temporary workers from the single-handed gang came to Libya at their own expense. Then Haftar in Benghazi discovered that there were many more dangerous people at the nearest airport.

The National Army, which had just driven the terrorists out, suddenly became nervous and even instituted a curfew.

Those who were good at running orders didn't understand what was going on at first. The prices of hotels in Benghazi had increased, and the National Army was on duty in all the places where outsiders could stay.

If these dangerous people get into trouble at all, members of the National Army will rush over to violently mediate. In just two days, the number of armed fights in Benghazi was higher than when the terrorists were still there.

Haftar is also facing a lawsuit. P.B. is now Haftar’s most relied-upon collaborator. Of course, Boss Qiao will fully cooperate with him if he wants to recruit people.

The air route to Tobruk has not yet been opened, so Haftar set up a special channel at the Benghazi airport.

However, those guys who run single gangs are cautious. They don't have confidence in the National Army's VIP channel. Of course, they try their best to disguise themselves as little white rabbits.

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

In the end, these guys made the hotel and tavern in Benghazi a mess.

It’s no wonder that it’s all about the ‘enthusiasm’ of the National Army, because there is another wave of guys who are a bit out of tune with them and are causing trouble.

The veterans who responded to the call issued by Gunfire and came to apply for jobs met a group of tough "rookies" in Benghazi whose military aura had not yet dissipated.

When they know that these people are here to compete with them, the smell of gunpowder naturally arises.

This group of industry leaders couldn't help but weigh in on these 'rookies', and then the back and forth became even more heated.

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

A group of recently retired soldiers with different characteristics are also concentrated in Benghazi.

These newcomers to the mercenary world, who had just ended their collective life, could tolerate the provocations of a group of veterans at first, but as those veterans became more and more aggressive, they began to fight back.

Not knowing the rules is actually quite scary...

If you fall with me, I will give you a shot. If you dare to scold me, I will fight you for three hundred rounds.

Let’s not talk about winning or not. Anyway, we are trying to gain some advantages on the basis of losing both sides.

For decades, the Benghazi police station had never detained so many people in just a few days, and they were all victims of the National Army's machine guns pressed against their heads.

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

The police were actually scared because the prisoners looked too difficult to deal with.

Until a lawyer arrived at the police station with a box of money...

As P.B.'s lawyer, Joely Ammon took on the task of bailing these guys out.

Also here are the Sri Lankan trio from Team C and sniper Ronaldinho. Their mission is to observe these people, check their status and learn about the files.

A group of emotionally unstable people will be screened out in advance...

Of course, P·B has its own definition of emotional instability. Deliberately seeking trouble and deliberately fighting back are not within the scope of "unstable". Those who cannot control themselves are the targets of screening!

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

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

Several men saw themselves being 'fired' before they even arrived, and they roared angrily in the detention room...

Jory Amon is now considered a big-shot lawyer in Afika. With the protection of the poisonous wolves and the others, Jory Amon is not afraid of those losers. He spreads his suitcase generously on the police desk. Open it, revealing the well-tied U.S. dollars inside...

A suitcase, $3 million in cash!

In front of many ‘prisoners’, Joely Amon opened a stack of cash, counted out four 1,000 dollar bills and handed them to the four eliminated guys.

Two of these guys are serious alcoholics, one is a drug addict, and the other is a thief.

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

One of the two-meter-tall Eastern European men looked at the cash handed to him. He glared at the bull's eye and yelled angrily: "What the hell do you mean?"

The strong man's head full of veins looked very scary. The police around him couldn't help but draw their pistols, and the National Army soldiers guarding outside also rushed in with guns in hand.

Jory Amon waved his hand to several National Army soldiers who wanted to use violence to stop messing around. He took out a white handkerchief and wiped his cheeks and glasses, then threw away the handkerchief and handed over the $1,000 again, saying with a smile: "Sir, thank you for coming to participate in P·B's selection, but you are not suitable for P·B.

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

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

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

When the strong man heard this, he roared, grabbed Qiao Li Amon's collar, lifted him up, and said with a grin: "You are fucking insulting me..."

Qiao Li Amon stretched out his hand to stop the poisonous scorpion that had drawn out the knife. He reached out and patted the strong man's hands and said: "Sir, I think you misunderstood. I didn't mean to humiliate you, I just told you... Recruitment conditions B to avoid your trip in vain.

You are very strong and probably a good soldier, but drinking is not enough.

P·B is not looking for cannon fodder. We must be responsible for all our colleagues. Ask the people around you, who is willing 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 you stop 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 to outstanding soldiers. "

The strong man stared at the calm Qiao Li Amon. After more than ten seconds, he let go of his hand with a gloomy look, hid his slightly trembling left hand behind his back, and said in a bitter tone: "People like you can't do anything. I just don’t understand.

For people like us, alcohol is the cheapest painkiller..."

Qiao Li Amon adjusted 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 P·B person, otherwise you would have enjoyed the most comprehensive treatment and rehabilitation after being injured, and even if you could not continue fighting, you could still maintain a relatively stable life. "

As he spoke, Qory Amon folded 1,000 US dollars and stuffed it into the strong man's pocket, and then said seriously: "Sir, P.B respects all brave soldiers!

If you still have expectations for the future, I personally suggest you quit drinking and try it again.

As long as you can get a contract, you can apply for medical assistance.

P·B believes in the sense of honor and comradeship, and we will not give up any of our own! "

After speaking, Qiaoli Amon patted the strong man on the arm, took out ten thousand dollars and handed it to the people at the police station. He said with a smile: "This is their bail. It is expected that someone will come over in the next few days." , we can still handle it this way.”

When the strong man saw that Jory Amon was not paying attention to him, he held the cash in his pocket, and after thinking for more than ten seconds, he suddenly roared and rushed out of the police station...

The three guys next to them who were also eliminated looked at each other, shook their heads dejectedly, turned around and left.

P·B is very interesting. Not only does it cover the round trip expenses, but it also gives a 1,000 yuan as a gratuity fee when nothing is done, which makes it hard for people to find fault.

Only then did the remaining people realize that the ‘selection’ had already begun!

Moreover, what Jory Ammon just said was not only for the strong men, but also for them.

‘Sense of honor’, the simplest but also the most difficult...

Those mercenaries who work as gangs to do dirty work have not heard this word in an unknown amount of time.

When they had no choice but to use their guns to fight for their lives, they hid their sense of honor...

Now when they suddenly heard someone mention the sense of honor, this group of people felt a little uncomfortable, and at the same time they still had a little bit of expectation.

No one is born a mad dog. If given the opportunity, who doesn’t want to be respected and who doesn’t want to draw satisfaction from work?

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

Jory Amon knew what this guy wanted to ask. This old guy with smoothed edges probably didn't think that a mercenary group needed soldiers to have a sense of honor. This was probably the sharpest rhetorical question he thought. Already...

Seeing the strange expression on the old guy's face, Jolly Ammon smiled and said: "You are mercenaries, and of course your job is to fight with guns!

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

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

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

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

P.B.'s soldiers are still vicious, and may even still be incompatible with a harmonious society.

But we followed everything our boss did and fought every battle, and we never felt guilty.

We draw glory from every harvest! "