Chapter 372 Christ the Savior overlooks all living beings!
Ares PMC Defense Company is an important part of Victor's "war system".
After the millennium, in any Gulf War, the US military would first use "Blackwater" as a filler.
Anyway, mercenaries don't need pensions!
They die, but most of them are from special forces, with good combat effectiveness. Basically, they don't deploy large-scale weapons, and they have no problem resisting.
But if you meet someone who is unethical and throws incendiary bombs as soon as he comes on the field like Victor, you can only admit that you are unlucky.
Ares PMC Defense Company is registered in Africa, and the boss behind the scenes is an African tribal man named Albert.
The actual control is in the hands of Victor's "Hope Group", which is closely connected with the Northern Army... No, now it should be said that the General Command and the General Staff of the First Republic.
The man in charge is a man named Hannibal Lecter. He was one of the 200 "guardsmen" that Victor took office at the "Guadalupe Island Police Department". Later, he was promoted to major. However, he was ambushed and shot in the leg during a pursuit of drug dealers. He also limped when he walked.
Most of those who followed Victor to conquer the world, except for a few who died in battle, were well settled. However, because of many "problems", most of them have left the power department in the job transfers and went to some cool units for retirement.
There are also some who are very capable, have made outstanding contributions, and are very cautious. Hannibal Lecter is one of them!
When he was ambushed, he dragged his crippled leg and took two soldiers to kill 17 drug dealers, winning the first-class merit. Later, Victor personally talked to him.
Willing to help him get a good job.
The other party agreed.
So he became the co-founder of Ares PMC Defense Company.
This kind of mercenary company is different from the army. There is no need for any discipline. Just be able to fight. Therefore, the "inspection" is relatively loose here. Just don't take drugs or sell drugs.
And there is no such thing as pension.
The average mercenary will not be less than 11,000 US dollars per month. If it is in a high-intensity war zone, it can reach 20,000.
This salary is not low, but not high either. It is above average.
In total, it is only 500 US dollars a day.
After all, you are working with your head on your shoulders. You don't know when you will die.
Do you think it is so easy to be a mercenary?
Die...
Ares PMC Defense Company will at most provide your family with one month's salary as a follow-up solution. What's wrong? Do you still plan to have five insurances and one fund?
At most, the company will buy personal accident insurance.
The system of Victor's PMC company is different. In addition to those recruited from outside, there are also some "part-time" internal ones to train practical combat capabilities. Some of them are new members of the special forces and students of special schools.
After being trained by Ares PMC Defense, these people have seen blood, and only excellent people can be assigned to various top special forces.
Therefore, this is also an important part of Victor's "elite system".
These people receive military salary + company salary, and have a regular system, which is much better than "contract workers".
Since the company was established at the end of 1990, it has received three orders.
One is the Rwandan civil war, helping the government to fight the Patriotic Front, worth 6 million US dollars.
There is also a Liberian civil war, helping Charles Taylor to deal with the West African United Army and government forces. This order is more expensive, about 13 million US dollars.
The time is one year!
The popularity is not too high, and the money given is too little.
There is another order, which is the "comprehensive coordination mechanism" worth 80 million US dollars signed with the "First Republic of Mexico" every year. Whose pocket did this money go into in the end?
Needless to say.
"Let them try the skills of Brazilian drug dealers first." Victor leaned back in his chair, "Let's see if they are as good as our Mexican drug dealers."
Kennedy also agreed with this method.
Mercenaries have their own way of playing. The Northern Army is more barbaric. If they rush around and kill a lot of people, I'm afraid it will be difficult to explain in Brazil.
Let them try the water first.
"Okay, I'll take charge of this matter myself. You will be mainly responsible for the bombing of the capital of Zacatecas State."
Kennedy nodded, "Do you want to give the operation a code name?"
"Curtis LeMay Barbecue Plan No. 1!"
What a stupid name! ! !
"I promise that they will not be served before they are cooked."
After the highest general signed the order, the general command directly gave an order to Major General Zolf Sherman, the head of the "Air Force", and the other party went directly to the "Durango Air Base" to take full command!
"General, do you want to transfer other planes here?"
Zolf waved his hand, "Why? If we are discovered by the enemy intelligence agencies, they will know our intentions. We will fight on our own, take off from the airport, and bomb freely."
"Remove all the weapon systems of the bombers. They are useless. Free up the weight to put more solidified incendiary bombs."
"Also, coordinate the fighter escort mission!"
Zolf Sherman gave several orders in one breath.
"The army has performed well. I don't want us to fall behind. If anyone can't do a good job, get out and raise pigs. Tell the captains of each brigade that I don't keep idle people here."
"Yes!" The staff officer responded loudly.
Zolf Sherman took two puffs of the cigarette in his mouth and threw it on the ground. He could see that it had piled up like a mountain beside Bigfoot. He frowned, held his hands, and looked at the real-time information of various airports on the screen.
If this is done well.
That means telling the surrounding United States, Canada, Central America and some countries in South America.
Don't mess with me. I already have a mature air coordinated bombing system.
When you make me angry...
You have no place to cry.
When hunting, when monkeys bared their teeth at you, you have to look at them, then take out your weapons and aim at them. If the beasts are still ignorant, then kill the pheasants next to them.
Kill the chicken to scare the monkeys.
The whole air is filled with a tense atmosphere of war.
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May 24.
Brazil.
This lair, known as "Satan on Earth", reveals a heat and anxiety.
In Rio de Janeiro at night, Christ the Redeemer on the top of Corcovado Mountain is overlooking the world and all living beings. In front of him, all the joys and sorrows may not be a big deal, but... all living beings are in the world after all.
In the center of Rio de Janeiro, there is a red-light district called "Vera Mimosa". The girls on the street are wearing cooler and cooler clothes. They stand at the entrance of the alley and wave to the passing tourists.
Some backpackers can't resist the impulse in their hearts and run up to ask for prices.
Most of the women who can attract customers here have some background, or they are prostitutes of local gangs, or they are high-end goods that some drug dealers like.
More than 150 small shops, restaurants and laundries have been established around here, creating 1,000 direct jobs and bringing in at least 1 million reais (about 500,000 US dollars) in income every month.
In addition, military police and police cars patrol the streets all night to maintain order, making Vera Mimosa a leader in the red-light district for many years. The neighborhood has not found any AIDS cases for 14 consecutive years, so it is known as the "model red-light district."
This has become a pillar industry.
They receive a large number of customers every day, and each service lasts only 15 minutes and charges $12.
This price...
It's better to masturbate.
In a small shop with a "traffic light" on the side of the road, there are more than a dozen women sitting inside, smoking cigarettes and wearing heavy makeup.
The doorbell rang, and the lucky cat called out, "Welcome!"
All the women looked up and looked outside.
Business is not going well now.
Then I saw a "cripple" in ordinary clothes walked in. He was leaning on a cane, bald, and fierce. He didn't look like a commodity.
Many women retracted their gazes.
This customer... must have a special fetish. Looking at his face, there are a few words written: SM loyal defender!
"Boss, what service do you need!"
A man stood up and asked with a smile. This is the pimp. If you go out to solve special services in the future, remember that you can't believe what this kind of person says.
But don't be shy.
Try...
Bargain!
Who said you can't bargain for the B price?
No one's money is easy to make.
The man looked at the pimp with a deep white in his eyes, which made the latter feel a great pressure, like a... murderer.
Just when the other party thought he was here to mess up the place and was about to call for help.
The man finally spoke, "Is Sophia here?"
"Ah? Ah, yes!"
The pimp looked around and didn't see anyone. He frowned and asked other women, "Where's Sophia?"
"She went to the toilet."
The pimp cursed and smiled apologetically at the man. See, people in the service industry must have this kind of service awareness.
He shouted a few times towards the toilet.
A woman ran out cursing, "Scream! Scream! Scream your mother, why are you rushing me to poop? Are you in a hurry to eat shit?"
The pimp's expression froze, his face trembled, but he didn't dare to offend. Recently, a small drug dealer in Rio de Janeiro took a fancy to her. He was quite rampant. They were in the red light district and were most afraid of confronting such desperate people.
"Someone ordered you."
The woman was holding a cigarette, looking like... a red cannon fire ghost. She looked up and down at the other party, "Cripple? I won't take it!"
The pimp was almost angry and cursed.
You are a prostitute!
Do you think you are choosing a queen?
The cripple didn't waste any words, took out the wallet from his pocket, opened it, and the colorful reals popped out.
What is the most attractive thing in this world?
Money!
The women sitting there were all staring, their eyes were shining.
"Whoever spends the night with me, this will be given to him." The man's business was a little hoarse.
"Me! Me! Me! Boss, find me. I have a big pussy. I can give you a blowjob."
"Boss, find me. I've had a private surgery. I look like a little girl. Choose me."
The women stood up and pushed each other, shouting loudly, almost fighting.
"Get out of here, you sluts. This customer is mine!" Sophia couldn't move when she saw the money. She rudely pushed away the prostitute who was almost clinging to the man, baring her teeth and claws, like an animal protecting its food.
"Okay, let's go."
Finally, the man spoke, interrupting the war that was about to happen, and said to Sophia, "Follow me."
"To perform, sir, you have to pay more..." The pimp hesitated and said beside him.
"Add 1,000 reais."
"Boss, please walk slowly and be careful of the steps. Sophia, use more force. Let the boss feel comfortable today."
When the man heard about money, his expression suddenly became bright and smiling.
As long as you pay, it's good for you, me and everyone.
After leaving the "snack bar", Sophia followed behind him and found that the lame man walked quite fast.
He didn't say a word, which made her feel a little uncomfortable.
"Sir, what's your name?"
The lame man paused, "Hannibal."
This name...
It's so strange.
The two walked to a "three-star hotel" not far away, which made Sophia's original worry a little relieved.
Walked in and turned on the light.
She was stunned. There were three burly men sitting inside, looking at him unscrupulously.
"??? Sir, group, you have to increase the price!" Sophia turned her head and just opened her mouth, she was pressed against the wall by Hannibal, squinting, "Where is Ten Hag?!"
!!! !!! !!!
Sophina stared fiercely.
This name is too familiar, it's her lover.
A small leader in the "Red Command" founded by Denier, mainly responsible for providing drugs to prostitutes and clients in the red light district.
Oh, the other party is only 18 years old...
The reasons for young people to enter the industry are similar. They have a group of reckless guides: unemployment, hormones, possessiveness and sense of loss - there are no parents, no schools, no governments, and no future in their lives. With the advent of globalization, they are surrounded by glittering billboards and commodities. In the slums, there is only one way to get these things: make money by selling drugs.
Teng Hag said to himself two days ago...
He did a job and robbed a money truck, and he will get rich!
Are these people government police?
Not like!
There are also cripples in the police.
Sophia shook her head and began to show the woman's unique skills - pear blossoms with rain!
"I don't know, I don't know, I'm just a woman, I don't know." Many people with "professional ethics" would spare her with tears in her eyes.
After all, a poor woman.
Hannibal had no expression on his face. He looked at the others. Two men came over to cover her mouth and pressed her fingers to the ground, while the other handed an axe to the boss.
Sophia stared and cried.
Hannibal knocked her fingers with the axe, then raised it and chopped it down hard!
Puff! !
Three fingers flew out directly, and the blood splashed on the wall.
"Woo!!"
Sophia almost fainted and her body was shaking.
"Do you know where he is now?" Hannibal squatted down and asked softly.
The pain obviously made the woman lose control of her brain, and she began to roll her eyes and twitch.
This made the other party a little impatient, and he put the axe on her neck with a sinister expression, "If you don't say it again, I will chop you into pieces and flush you into the toilet."
Hearing this, Sophia was finally scared, and the desire to survive made her cry and shout.
"Barbecue, Bearded Barbecue Restaurant!"
Hannibal's expression relaxed when he heard this, and then he smiled.
"Can you...can you stop laughing?" Sophia endured the pain and said this, which made Hannibal silent.
"Get rid of her."
Hannibal spoke in Spanish, and the woman didn't understand, but she saw a man pull out a knife and stabbed her more than ten times!
No mercy at all, every stab was fatal.
Sophina fell on the bed covered in blood, staring at them, as if she was going to turn into a ghost...
Hannibal lit a cigarette for himself.
"Just find Ten Hag, contact, we found the target, do a good job, our Ares PMC Defense Company's first business in South America."
"Boss, don't worry, we will suppress the firepower of the drug dealers!"
"Don't underestimate others."
"The M72 LAW anti-tank rocket launched by the company arrived at the airport today, Harry, you go and pick it up. The general said that we can despise the enemy, but we must maintain a high-pressure situation against them on the battlefield!"
"Anti-tank... Boss, will it be too big?"
"What are you afraid of? Fight with confidence. Someone will help us back up. If it doesn't work, we can push it to other criminal organizations. We can be government forces today and rebels tomorrow. When we go out, our identities are given by ourselves."
It makes sense!
It is worthy of being called "Little Victor" Hannibal.
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