Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 301 Training Plan
Higg glared at the old man Bill angrily. He didn't know the Karo people, and glanced at Ren, who was as steady as an old dog.

Knowing in his heart that nothing bad would happen, he opened his mouth and said viciously, "Old man, thank you, I have always respected the old and loved the young, otherwise, today I will hang you on a tree and smoke!"

Bill's pupils moved, and he glanced at Garcia who was pointing a black force pistol at him, Wenxi who was posing in a fighting posture, and Jenny and Susanna who were watching him warily.

He spread his hands and said innocently: "Everyone, don't get me wrong, it's just a discussion."

He just saw a young berserker and his hands were itchy.

After all, ignoring everyone's indifferent attitude, Bill walked up to Sig with a smile on his face, stretched out his hand to touch his chest muscles, and said:

"That's right. Although I'm a little thinner, I'm stronger. If I eat more beef in the future, I can become a real man!"

He felt that the kid in front of him was quite talented.

Pa, Higgs didn't buy it, snorted coldly, and slapped his palm off: "Old man, you are not bad, you are not too old to lift a knife."

He knew that the strong old man in front of him was at least 70 years old, but even so, his strength hadn't regressed much. Like him, he was a third-order peak [Blood-blooded Berserker].

Bill didn't mind either, and finally stared at Ren sitting on the chair beside him, and his pupils shrank immediately.

As if being watched by a ferocious beast, a sense of danger rushed over his face. Bill subconsciously tensed up, watching the smile on his face, and then slowly relaxed.

Da da da, he walked quickly in front of Ren, his nose moved, as if he was sniffing something.

"Mr. Bill, welcome to Thorn Security Company, I'm a smelly man, I don't smell good."

Ren narrowed his eyes and looked at Bill's old face.

The opponent is very old, but in his perception, the blood is still like a bull, only a little worse than Higgs, which shows that Bill can still fight.

After taking a deep look at Ryan, Bill stroked his chin and sighed: "Yeah, it's not as fragrant as girls, it's all made of perfume.

But you are amazing, you are young, you have already killed countless people, you have the demeanor of mine back then, you are made for this line of work! "

His perception was very sensitive, and the feeling Ren gave him was by no means harmless to humans and animals on the surface, just like the humanoid Tyrannosaurus rex, full of oppression.

"Come on, Mr. Bill, please sit down, let's talk about business slowly." Ryan said with a smile.

This instructor is not bad, even Higgs and Garcia can accept his training.

In the dark sky, a crescent moon exudes a faint silver light, which is not blocked by clouds and mists, making it appear brighter.

"Come on, have another drink!"

Bill put his arm around Higg's shoulders, poured him another shot of stout, and laughed heartily.

Higgs face turned red, and he hiccupped. Seeing that Bill, who had already drank three bottles of spirits, was still in good spirits and not drunk, he said in shock:
"Old man, are you made of alcohol?"

Smiling proudly, Bill blew kisses to Suzanne and Jenny for being disrespectful, causing the two girls to roll their eyes.

He said with a smile: "Drinking, sex, wealth, violence and blood are all a man's instinct.

The desire to mate, the urge to destroy, endless greed... The habit of men occupying and conquering women, dominating and plundering wealth, and controlling and expanding power has always been there.

That's why we Karo people have been able to have a prosperous business. We are knives, we pay attention to credit, and we can always provide customers with the best service. "

After speaking, he began to brag that he and his brothers once voted for a certain big shot, captured a beautiful princess of a small country, and resisted not having sex with her because the client asked for a virgin body.

"It's a pity, you've reached the age where you can only think about it." Ren bit his mutton skewer and said inarticulately.

Garcia and Wenxi laughed. Bill had already agreed to work for Ren, and they were considered a group now.

The old man blew his beard and stared: "Boss Ackerman, the old man can tell that you haven't had sex before, you're a virgin.

I was blind to these two beautiful women, with big breasts and big buttocks, they are easy to give birth to cubs. "

With a wretched face, he glanced at the pretty and delicious Susanna and Jenny, and said with a smile.

Swish!
A fruit knife came through the air, with a cold light on the blade, Bill reacted quickly, tilted his head, and dodged the flying knife.

Phew, a four-pointed fork shot straight down, and Bill, who was sitting on the ground, shuddered and moved back.

With a clang, the steel fork stuck on the floor in front of his crotch, and Bill broke out in a cold sweat.

Susannah and Jenny, who looked as if nothing had happened, as if they hadn't attacked him, ate the barbecue very gracefully.

He gasped and said, "Lukaluka, by the gods, women are really scary."

He thought they were the little women that Ren had conquered, but he hadn't eaten them yet, so he was completely wrong.

Higgs twitched, gloating, he knew very well that neither Suzanne nor Jenny was the kind of brainless little woman, and even the boss couldn't take advantage of them now.

Sig put his arms around Bill's shoulders, and said carelessly: "Old Bill, let's talk about that princess. Is that pair really as big as a duck plow?"

Wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, Bill curled his lips: "Why are you lying to me? If it weren't for my high morals, ordinary people might not be able to control it."

He didn't say anything about the specific situation. Although the 40-year confidentiality period has passed, it is their habit to keep their business secret.

"Here, the information you want!"

Garcia handed Bill a glass of "depth charge". The old man had an amazing capacity for alcohol, and he didn't drink ordinary champagne and red wine at all.

In his words, it was all juice, not wine.

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This night, the guests and the host had a good time. After confirming the conditions, Bill quickly signed the contract.

The old man is obviously a man of action, and soon, he prepared a training plan.

In the office, Bill, wearing a black vest and blue jeans, spread out a map on the table.

He pointed to a certain place and said loudly: "This is a farm that is about to close down outside Wilton City. The terrain is undulating and the vegetation is lush. It is suitable for military training."

The training ground originally selected by Rennes in Dilamo City was rejected by him. The flat ground can only do some basic training.

Jenny, the company manager, frowned and said, "The people haven't been screened yet."

Bill laughed, looked at Ren, and asked, "Do you need veterans?"

"What recruitment price?" Ren asked lightly.

Regardless of recruits or veterans, those who can make money are good mercenaries.

Bill sighed, and said sadly: "It's like this, our company's business is divided into two parts, if it's just pure security personnel, then just recruit personnel locally for training.

The veterans I'm talking about are not expensive. They all have war syndrome, and it is difficult for them to adapt to life in a normal society. "

Such veterans can only wither on the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)