All gods, the lord who started with the bright sword

Chapter 35, reminiscing with old friends [4 thousand]

Dean Gunpowder Factory is an old-fashioned munitions factory, and it sounds like a very famous name.

Looking at the huge factory area and the huge number of workers, it seems quite fulfilling.

But that's from outsiders' perspective. In fact, due to the poor management of the wine father, there are also internal personnel hollowed out.

Dean Gunpowder Factory's debt ratio has long since reached 80.00%, and its working capital has almost dried up.

Without defense orders, no bank would lend to them.

The only way to wait for this enterprise is bankruptcy.

Little Dean took over the business from his dead alcoholic father, only to realize that he had inherited a hot potato, a huge sinkhole.

Rectification, layoffs, reforms, three tricks down, the company has taken another big step towards a dead end.

What happens if the business goes bankrupt?
Because of the profligacy of his boozy father and the lavishness of young Dean, the family's wealth has been depleted.

This company with a history of 80 years is the most valuable thing in Dean's hands.

When the company goes bankrupt, Dean will wave goodbye to the high society life and return to being an ordinary person.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

A person who has enjoyed a high society life all his life, you tell him now that he wants to live an ordinary life, it is more uncomfortable than killing him.

Dean decided to take the risk and start a business that could make a huge profit.

He has an arsenal, so it goes without saying what kind of business is most suitable for him.

Dean also thought that there would be a day when something happened to him, but he never imagined that this day would come so soon.

"Damn old thing, you want to harm me, but you didn't expect my luck to be so good!"

Dean muttered to himself, he already knew who betrayed him.

It was his distant cousin Pierre.

Pierre is the top executive of the company. When the wine father was in charge of the company, he held the power of production and procurement of the company.

How oily and watery it is, even those who have never done it have heard of it.

Although the accounts were evened out, it could only fool the drunk mother who was drunk all day. Dean discovered the mystery of this as soon as he took over.

Half of the three axes of rectification, layoffs, and reforms were aimed at Pierre, and the greedy uncle was dismissed from all positions and kicked out of the company.

If it wasn't for taking into account the reputation of the company and ensuring the confidence of the creditors, Dean would have wanted to take Pierre to court.

Just like he didn't want to spare the other party, Pierre has always had a heart for Little Dean who drove him away mercilessly.

Rumors spread everywhere that the Dean Gunpowder Factory was out of money, which caused a lot of trouble for Dean, almost causing a run on creditors and bankrupting the company.

Dean endured those shitty things in order to make money safely, and he didn't want the police to follow him.

However, now that the face has been torn apart, if the other party wants to borrow a knife to kill, then don't blame him for using the knife to kill.

Dean took out the phone book he carried with him, found a name he just recognized, and dialed the number.

……

Chen Hao drove to the countryside, walked through the narrow country lanes, and stopped in front of a country wooden house.

Seeing the head protruding from the window, Chen Hao got out of the car and waved: "Hello, brother Shanmao, I'm here to visit you."

"Get out, you kid will go to the Three Treasures Hall if you don't have anything to do. Once you come to the door, nothing good will happen."

"Hey, do you want to be so unfeeling? After all, you are brothers who fight side by side. I can't see you if I have nothing to do?"

Chen Hao didn't regard himself as an outsider at all, he opened the door swaggeringly and walked in.

The burly Shanmao with a square face, whose real name is Wang Yadong, originally worked as a seafarer.

Seafarers are not ordinary people. They spend eight or nine months a year floating at sea, and they don't earn a lot of money.

Wang Yadong's girlfriend disliked him for not being able to accompany him often, and felt that he made less money, so she dumped him.

After learning from the pain, Wang Yadong decided to make a lot of money.

I heard that as a mercenary in the Middle East, you can earn more than 100 million a year, but the risk is high, and you may lose your life at any time.

But for the poor, working hard is not a problem at all.

His code name is Lynx, and he is good at using assault rifles and serves as a precision assaulter.

Chen Hao used to fight side by side with him in the Middle East where there was a lot of bullets and bullets, and it was a life-and-death friendship.

When Shan Mao came down from the second floor, he saw Chen Hao taking out a bottle of Moutai from the wine cabinet and opening it. He took two glasses and put them on:

"Bao Lang, if you come to see me as a friend, I welcome you.

But if you ask me to go out of the mountain, then don't blame me for saying ugly things first.I just want to live a stable life now, and I don't want to fight and kill. "

Chen Hao's movement of pouring wine in his hands paused for a moment, and then filled two glasses as if nothing had happened:

"Don't worry, you know I won't force others, worrying about me is better than worrying about scorpions."

Some people think that life is not exciting enough to be fun, but some people are greedy for a stable life.

Wang Yadong is that kind of person.

After he saved enough 1 million U.S. dollars, he just quit.Come to the countryside of Poland to buy a rural villa and live a peaceful pastoral life.

He said that such days are practical and the soul is purified.

Chen Hao disagreed, but he would not interfere with the good brother's decision, only blessings.

But their former captain, Scorpion, didn't necessarily think so.

Wang Yadong raised his wine glass and took a big sip, "Not many people knew that I was hiding here, and I didn't tell Xie Zi."

"It's not a secret that two people know. You know, if he wants to, he will be able to find out about you."

As a reminder to him, Chen Hao took a sip of Moutai from his glass and shook his head again.

Wang Yadong knew that what Chen Hao said was correct, but there was no need to worry about it.

Seeing him drinking and shaking his head, Wang Yadong took another sip: "This wine is fine, it must be genuine."

"It doesn't feel like being in China back then." Chen Hao said with emotion.

Moutai sold abroad is cheaper than at home, but he seldom drinks it abroad.

Foreigners do not recognize Moutai, nor do they recognize the brand value attached to this wine.

So here, Moutai is just liquor, not much different from Erguotou or vodka.

Drinking Moutai again, what Chen Hao can drink is just a memory, He Chenguang, Li Erniu, Song Kaifei, Wang Yanbing...the youthful years when he was trained in the red blood cell.

"There's no going back."

Chen Hao is not a sentimental person, recalling emotion is just a small episode.

He directly stated the purpose of this trip: "Shanmao, did you still have the equipment when you were a mercenary?"

Wang Yadong knew that Chen Hao was still in the arms business, so he needed it.

If he was here for this matter, then he would have breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said: "My equipment is still there, if you want it, I will give it to you, anyway, I don't need it anymore."

He led Chen Hao towards the basement of the villa.

The mercenary's equipment is prepared by himself, and he is a mercenary with an AK[-].

Get a suit that looks like a beautiful American Marine Corps, and you are also a mercenary.

The former are the lowest-level cannon fodder, they get less money, and they are the ones who die.

The latter is equivalent to a special forces team, receiving advanced treatment and performing more advanced tasks.

In the cold basement, some sundries were piled up. Wang Yadong moved out two large wooden boxes from below and opened the lid.

The black bulletproof helmet and bulletproof vest are neatly stacked inside, brand new.

In another box, there are low-light night vision devices, an ak74 assault rifle, and several boxes of ammunition.

This set of equipment is not something ordinary mercenaries can have, but it is the standard equipment of Chen Hao and his mercenary team.

However, Chen Hao later became an arms dealer and lacked start-up capital, so he sold the equipment for money.

Later, I made money, but because of selling arms, it was not as dangerous as when performing the mission, so I never bought it again.

Wang Yadong took the AK[-] out of the box, disassembled it skillfully and inspected it, then reassembled it and handed it to Chen Hao.

"Give it to you."

Chen Hao took over and noticed the gun oil that was put on not long ago, so he knew that Shanmao still cherished the past few years from time to time.

Ak74 is an improved version of Ak 5.45 with a caliber of 300 mm and an effective range of 500 meters to [-] meters.

Compared with ak 74, the accuracy is not enough and the recoil is large. Ak[-] uses small-caliber ammunition, the recoil of the gun is very small, and the shooting accuracy is extremely high.

For some mercenaries who pursue accurate shooting, it is much better than AK[-].

With this carefully selected ak74, Wang Yadong has blown the heads of countless enemies. The gun is almost a part of his life.

Chen Hao fiddled with it, but returned it to Wang Yadong.

"Gentlemen don't take what others like. You should keep the gun. Use those three things for me. I'll return you a better set later."

He didn't even say to give money. If he bought it with money, it would be insulting.

"It's fine, you're used to using the AK [-], and you probably won't be used to my gun." Wang Yadong punched him on the shoulder.

Chen Hao used the ak [-] like a fire, and the pressure of the gun was very good. Ak [-] seemed to have no recoil in his hands.

An assaulter with ak [-] can replace a light machine gun half of the time to suppress the enemy's firepower.

It is also unique in the mercenary world.

After loading the combat three-piece suit into the car, the two drank wine and talked about their lives.

Wang Yadong now raises two dogs and rents [-] acres of land. He speaks clearly about various agricultural machines, just like a Polish farmer.

Regardless of the past, anyone who reads it will think that he is an ordinary person.

In contrast, Chen Hao's life was much more exciting. He went to the Middle East and Africa to sell arms and do bloody business.

Now that the business has been directly expanded to another world, no one will believe it if they fought against the Japanese army in World War II twice.

"By the way, Zhang Bufan is still working as a mercenary?" Wang Yadong asked.

Zhang Bufan, nicknamed Pangolin, had served in the military before, and was also a seafarer, and he joined the team later.

The two had the same experience in the past, and Wang Yadong took him a lot.

However, Wang Yadong later quit the mercenary world and lost contact.

Chen Hao had a drink together a few months ago, sighed and said, "Yes, pangolins are still doing their jobs, snipers.

You know, his sister's disease costs hundreds of thousands a year.Apart from this line of work, there is no other way to earn that much money. "

Wang Yadong took a sip of mulled wine, Zhang Bufan got along best with him in the team, neither of them was the kind of ambitious, they liked an ordinary life.

He doesn't have too many worries and can choose freely, but Zhang Bufan, that boring gourd, can only keep fighting for his sister.

Suddenly, the phone rang.

"I'll take a call."

Chen Hao said a word, went outside and connected the satellite phone.

"Mr. Chen, I'm Dean. Thank you for your reminder. Regarding what happened in the morning, I can only say that I'm sorry that I almost got you involved."

Dean who got on the phone was very frank, thanking and apologizing.

And also gave the name of the betrayer to help Chen Hao clear up his confusion.

Chen Hao already knew everything he should know, and said calmly: "Mr. Dean, please tell me directly, I don't like mother-in-law and mother-in-law."

"Cheer up, I know you have been a mercenary before, I only have one request, help me kill Pierre."

"What? Impossible."

Chen Hao categorically vetoed it: "You ran away, he must be protected now.

Killing a witness under the protection of the police, you know how difficult it is, I don't want to be targeted by those mad dogs! "

Killing the protected witness is tantamount to provoking the cop. He doesn't have enough interests, so he won't do that stupid thing.

When Dean made this call, he had already thought about the price.

He offered a condition that was very in line with Chen Hao's requirements, and the bullet production line was sold at half price on the original basis.

That's at least a $500,000 price tag.

Chen Hao thought for two seconds, "Not enough, you have to modify the production line to produce 200,000 rounds of ammunition according to my requirements."

"It's okay, I'll send you the address in a while." Dean agreed.

He is in a hurry now, and he will not be able to find a reliable person for a while, but Chen Hao is a very reliable candidate.

After hanging up the phone, Chen Hao stood there thinking for a while.

Want to kill a person under the protection of the FBI.

Poisoning, assaulting, and beating hard are not feasible. The FBI people are very experienced, so we must treat them as human beings, right?

You can only engage in long-range sniper killing, so you have to find a sniper to do it.

Chen Hao went back to bid farewell to Wang Yadong, "Shanmao, let's go, I will come to see you later."

"It seems that you have a business again, so it won't delay your making a fortune."

Seeing that he was about to leave after answering the phone call, Wang Yadong knew that something must be wrong. He didn't want to get involved in those fights, so he could only send his blessings as a brother.

"Goodbye!"

Chen Hao turned the front of the car, stepped on the accelerator, left the peaceful countryside, and rushed to the next battlefield.

Dean's side was fast and anxious.

He drove halfway, and an address and two pictures were sent to the mailbox.

Chen Hao parked his car on the side of the road. The old white man in the picture was his target. After a second look, he stopped paying attention to this doomed man.

Another picture is a country house with white painted exterior walls. Looking at the surrounding environment of the picture, it is an endless farmland.

Chen Hao slapped the steering wheel angrily, and cursed: "Damn you, are you kidding me?"

"Hold!"

He regretted it. Looking at the pictures, he knew that there was no place for sniping in such an environment.

There is only one possibility of storming.

Hire a team of mercenaries who are not afraid of death to kill people?
From the perspective of difficulty, it is not necessary to talk about less than 2 million US dollars. The problem is that you have to do it right with the FBI.

That is Zhong Kui jumping into the cesspit...to die.

Less than $5 million, no negotiation!

(End of this chapter)