Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 303 Psychopath
Higg's meaning is obvious, men and women match, work is not tiring.

However, Ren still refused. The female soldiers and the male soldiers trained together, and it was easy to make trouble.

A bunch of high-spirited young men with post-military veterans with battlefield syndrome is messy enough.

What he wants are soldiers who can fight, not for them to "plant trees."

Higgs and Wenxi looked disappointed, and their dream of training while cracking was shattered.

"There are also a few women among my comrades in arms. Of course, whether you can control it or not depends on your own ability."

Old Bill chuckled, and said maliciously, a woman who can fight on the battlefield is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

Sig puffed up his chest, patted it twice with his thick palm, and said proudly: "Old man, there are women I can't handle? Do you understand the specialty? My size will scare you to death!"

The vulgar words made the aristocratic Jenny blush, and Susanna slapped him hard, and Garcia and Wenxi laughed strangely.

Bill shrugged his shoulders, glanced sideways at the confident Higg, and grinned: "A cow married an elephant, and a year later they got divorced because of a disagreement.

The cow married a bull again, and the next morning, the cow looked up to the sky and said something meaningful to the bull. "

"What?" Higg asked subconsciously with a dazed expression.

"This leg is not good, I will replace it with the two next to it later."

Puchi-haha-
Susanna and Garcia laughed out loud. Wen Xi didn't quite understand, so he laughed when everyone laughed.

Higg's face turned red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Stop bragging, wait for your female comrades to come, and try real swords and guns?"

He doesn't believe it anymore, his capital can't even tame a woman.

"Then I admire your courage, they are not normal, there is a woman who found out that her husband cheated after she retired.

Then one night, she administered anesthesia to her husband and performed a real split-leg operation—cutting off his lifeline with scissors. said Old Bill with a blank face.

Higg's crotch was cold, and he shuddered. Wenxi and Garcia immediately suppressed the idea of ​​finding a chance to have a shot after training.

Old people, children, women, if you see these three types of people on the battlefield, you must be careful. They are originally vulnerable groups, and most of them have some unique skills to survive the brutal fighting.

"Okay, time waits for no one, start working." Ren ordered.

Jenny heard the news and ran out of the office, preparing to screen the materials and then conduct interviews. This time the company will recruit about 80 people, and the workload is not small.

Higg stared at her slender back, rubbed his head with his palm and laughed, "I think she's taken a fancy to me."

He played hooligans in front of Jenny before, making her blush several times.

Suzanne, who was about to go out, stopped, turned her head and sneered with disdain: "This is a common problem of you men, you are always self-righteous.

Looking at you one more time, you will narcissistically think that you have taken a fancy to you, and each of you is like a dog in heat. "

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Everyone laughed, Higg looked embarrassed, come on, I'm being sentimental.

In fact, he was thinking too much. A noble lady like Jenny likes a gentle gentleman, not an old hooligan.

Even Ren is not her type. Jenny only came here because she felt that Thorn Security Company had great potential and could let her flex its muscles.

Ryan twitched his mouth and looked at Bill: "Contact your comrades now, do you need to go back to Wilton City?"

"It's not necessary. They are scattered in nearby towns. They contact a few of their comrades-in-arms by phone, and they will bring them all over."

Bill said in a heavy tone that these people were all trained by him back then, basically a generation younger than him, most of them were first- and second-order extraordinary people, and they looked about 40 years old.

After working as a mercenary for more than ten years, those who survived saved a lot of money. Most of them retired in the past few years, some changed their careers to other businesses, and some prepared to live a stable life.

But there are also some who can no longer integrate into human society. There are about 50 people, and several of them have already been sent to prison for violent crimes.

The rest can't sit still, and can't live a normal life. Recently, I contacted him, hoping to return to his old job.

But a group of guys with mental illness are not very popular in the market, and mercenaries don't necessarily go to war with money.

For kidnapping missions, robbery missions, and security missions, the employer wants mercenaries to come strictly according to the requirements and obey the arrangements.

No one likes mercenaries who tend to be violent and easily out of control. After all, some guys with serious battle damage even shoot at innocent civilians indiscriminately.

But Ren doesn't mind, this time in the plains, it's the demons who are angry, and they can kill as much as they want.

Old Bill took out a phone book from his jacket pocket, picked up the receiver, and began to dial the dial.

There was the sound of the mechanical disc turning, and not long after, the other side was connected.

Old Bill said into the microphone, "Leo, it's me."

"I know it's you, why are you looking for your father?" A very flat voice came from the opposite side.

Hehe, Garcia and Wenxi, who were listening to Bill, laughed unscrupulously.

Old Bill was so angry that his face trembled: "Little brat, your skin is itchy, right? Is there a business to do? The salary is still the same, and the location is..."

He talked about the treatment and tasks, including training recruits and going to the plains to perform hunting tasks.

"No problem, my big gun is already hungry and thirsty!" The man named Leo said very excitedly.

In the office, Ryan stood beside Bill, holding a stack of fruit cuts, and put a piece of Sydney pear into his mouth with a fork.

He could hear the tyranny and cruelty in Leo's tone, obviously holding back for a long time.

After getting an accurate reply, Bill hung up the phone and re-contacted another comrade-in-arms, probably to inform three or four people.

After connecting, Bill said loudly: "Hey, Jackson, it's me. The deal you want is here. Are you interested in making a vote?"

"I'm not interested. To be honest, I've made so much money recently that I'm about to throw up, tsk tsk..."

On the other end of the phone, Jackson's lazy voice came, really wanting more and more.

Bill's face darkened, veins twitched on his forehead, and he roared, "Very good! Monopoly, pretend I didn't say anything, and I'll die!"

He knew very well that Jackson, an alcoholic, drank so much expensive wine that he almost sold the house.

"Don't, since you begged me, I reluctantly agreed.

I can't help it, I'm soft-hearted, and I can't bear to refuse my friend's request, uh~" Jackson's voice was a little hurried, and he hiccupped after speaking.

Bill was trembling with anger, these bastards are all mental patients now.

He said the conditions, and asked the other party to notify others, and then dialed the last person's phone number.

(End of this chapter)