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Montana BrokenO Farm.

The area of more than 2,000 acres on a lush pine hillside in the northeast, stretching all the way up to the valley side of the three-sided mountain, has long since recovered the scene of calm and tranquillity on the farm, with various training sites, such as firing ranges, hostage-taking buildings and military-occupied bunkers, occupying the entire area.

A L-shaped two-storey building made of modular steel is an office on the second floor of the training center of Andy's Flame Hammer Security Company, where Joseph's fingers are clamped with a cigar that is only a third long, with a faint smile on his face, hanging up the phone, and breathing out the smoke in his mouth.

After a moment of silence, he picked up the phone on the table, pressed it a few times, put it in his ear, and said, "Matt, let Davis, Miller and Garcia come to my office. ”

Hanging up the phone, Joseph shrunk his previous smile, recovered his grim, angular face, and the security company was set up for over two months, rapidly expanding from the initial 20 to 100 under his and Kenny's pull and dig, with even a team of 12 quick responders.

Although the company is very small, it is not a one-and-a-half star difference from a company like Blackwater, but the big boss has money, background, connections. Needless to say, every mercenary's single weapon is state-of-the-art, not to mention equipped with armed armoured vehicles and helicopters, even sunglasses with anti-gas bullets, quite rightly armed to the teeth.

Seriously, so much hard-earned equipment, all day long, without taking it out to war, is a waste of heart, you know, people willing to be mercenaries, risking their lives on the battlefield, mostly for money.

And the global mercenary market of 200 billion a year is undoubtedly what every security company wants to share, war eating "professional killers and war animals alike, in the words of the American mercenary community:“ I will work for anyone willing to pay for me. I don't know what's wrong. I can work for Reagan, and I can work for Gaddafi. ”

To be honest, he was a little worried when he received his "direct war service" order. After all, his big boss was too young. Although he was a genius and very successful in his career, the war was too far away for him, and the security company was founded only to protect himself and improve his sense of security. As for taking on war services from outside, I really don't know what the boss would think.

But after receiving Kenny's call, Joseph was relieved to just tell the company's CEO that he didn't see any casualty figures or anything in the briefing, and just report the profit figures.

Knock, knock, knock.

The door of the office was knocked, and Joseph was awakened from his thoughts, and a low voice said: "Come in. ”

Shortly after, three mighty mermaids in camouflage uniform entered and saluted him.

“Go back and prepare yourselves and take your team to Iraq in two days' time. The boss has agreed to have the company outsourced military services, three armoured personnel carriers, two helicopters, and a military dog. This is the first time the company has accepted a military order, hoping that you will do your job safely and without leakage.

In the event of casualties, which may cause disgust to the boss, our company may lose this piece of business in the future, and pay attention to battlefield discipline, do not cause trouble to the boss, never show up or repeat blackwater incidents, and protect the financial and logistical personnel of our peers. ”

Andy didn't really care much about the security company's direct war services program, and in his view mercenaries were a special group derived from the "war economy", and as a new form of war economy, mercenaries seemed to reveal unlimited business opportunities. In particular, with the continued privatization and outsourcing of some of the operations of the United States foreign war, mercenary activities will not cease, driven by enormous commercial interests.

And as he knows better than anyone, the world will become more volatile in the next decade, with all kinds of war conflicts, with all the terror going on, not to mention the horror clouds of Europe, the United States, tormented by all kinds of shootings.

The world is no longer safe! Or it's getting insecure!

You know, many mercenaries and security companies around the world have a rich or a consortium behind them, some of them decades old, mastering military power and, in many cases, acting as a deterrent by force, in addition to increasing the sense of security.

Andy preferred to be scolded behind his back for fear that he didn't want to be considered easy to deal with and was a soft persimmon.

The world has never been a good man with long lives, a scourge that lasts a thousand years. Definitely not a "good guy”!

Cannes Mandalay Airport.

This is the only small airport in downtown Cannes, dressed in casual outfits, walking down the stairs of a private plane with half-faced sunglasses, because it is not a private apron and you cannot drive in or out of the terminal building and into a car that is already parked on the side of the road.

The car left the airport and Kenny, sitting in the co-driver's seat, pressed his earpiece and turned around and said to Andy: "Boss, everything is ready by the yacht and lunch has arrived. ”

“Hmm.” Andy nodded, didn't look up, kept typing with his phone, "Let's go to xxx Cross Avenue first, Kenny, pay attention, I don't want any trouble. ”

“Understood, boss.” Kenny naturally knows what the boss means by trouble. Having such a Playboy boss is also helpless for them security personnel. Luckily his boss doesn't like to drill to dragon snakes and crowded nightclubs and other occasions, or they will cry even more.

Little Cross Boulevard, the most luxurious avenue on the south coast of Cannes, is named Lacroissette Boulevard. The picturesque coastline, sidewalks, and luxurious restaurants and hotels also make it one of Cannes' most lively destinations.

Monica, wearing a black jumpsuit, the narrow belt at her waist accentuates the upper position of her great shore with more arrogance, long hair dispersing with the sea breeze, a round pair of sunglasses, sitting at an outdoor table with a coffee cup, a rich MAN red chun holding the coffee, and an endless amount of elegance in the throwing room with her hands up.

Without the celebrity ranking, she was deliberately dressed slightly, and still attracted so much attention in the crowd, but no one could recognize her.

“Aren't you afraid of being recognized? ”

A voice with magnetic clarity rang behind her, Monica's hand with the coffee cup slightly lagged, the expression on her face did not change, put the coffee cup down, one hand fell on her shoulder, and after two strokes back and forth, she also turned to appear in front of herself with a smiling face with sunglasses.

“I'm surprised you came behind me and recognized me.” Monica said faintly.

“Oh, you know, I'm very familiar with your body, and, I know that you're here, the temperament and the temperament of something that's easy to distinguish from the average crowd, and look at you, even if everyone doesn't know there's a big star around, you still attract a lot of men's peeps.” Andy picked the eyebrows and the expression on his face slightly floated.

Monica couldn't help but turn a white eye, naturally no one else could see under the sunglasses, just whispered a chill, spread her fingers behind her and combed her long, flying hair, and said faintly: “Come on, it's been a long time, someone will finally recognize you, especially since you've been dominating the sports pages of many European newspapers lately. ”

Standing up, he bent over and picked up the bags of the three fashion brands placed on the chair beside him, frowned slightly, and helplessly grabbed the arms that Andy stood beside her.

Andy laughed proudly and walked to the black SUV on the side of the road, walking one after the other, stretching out.

Let some French men who have long been watching Monica, a woman without a wedding ring, slap their chests and regret why they didn't just go forward and talk to her, maybe they could or could easily take away such a rich ni, elegant mature YOU object.

As for whether Andy and Monica were lovers, they were ignored directly by the self-conscious romantic French hooligans. You know, this is the romantic capital of France, uninteresting and illegitimate.

No matter how fantastic those roads are, disappearing in the black SUV backseat of the traffic, Andy and Monica's embrace of WEN has been going on since boarding, filled with rosy scents and delicious chirps in the trunk of the raised baffle.