I want to be a warlord

Chapter 124 Frank's Rescue Plan

Wang Zhen came back and told everyone about the matter.

The one who returned was Newark. For some reason, Wang Zhen just felt that this place was kind.

Of course, renting a house is much, much cheaper than in New York.

"7%, ha, it's better to do it yourself. In the past, our sickle team only got [-]% of the profit." The donkey looked very happy, and looked at the golden retriever with disdain, "Look, look, you trash !"

The golden retriever sneered, "Idiot, then ask the king how much of the [-]% will be left in the end."

The donkey, the shovel, and the poet didn't know the specific situation, so they all looked over.

Wang Zhen sighed, and talked about the various preparations needed, and the few people were dumbfounded.

"Don't look at me like that, this is already the biggest discount that the Empire Barrier can give. For a normal new company, even if they can get a job, [-]% is theirs. After deducting various costs, there is only one achievement left. Not bad."

Of course, this cost includes wages.

The donkey turned to look at the golden retriever again, "Your choice is right."

The golden retriever laughed.

"It's actually quite a pity. I still want to plan a business related to car theft. Catherine happens to be the leader of the New York Auto Theft Task Force." Wang Zhen said with some regret.

"So, that's why you betrayed your color?" Donkey said with a half-smile.

"I do not have!"

"Hey, I see, you can't."

"I beat you!"

Everyone suddenly laughed together.

After laughing enough, Wang Zhen started to talk about the business, "Okay, get ready, we are going to set off, in three days, what do we need to prepare, Golden Retriever."

This point Wang Zhen needs to learn from Jin Mao.

"All the bulletproof vests need to be replaced with new ones. There are the sizes we need over there, just buy them directly."

"The other thing is ammunition. We can't buy special ammunition such as M993, M995, M948, and M855 through the channel of the imperial barrier."

"Grenades and other weapons can be bought from the Imperial Barrier in Baghdad."

"The rest is the night vision device. Repair it if you can, and replace it if you can't."

"To be more specific, we need to wait until we have relatively specific intelligence on the mission before considering the combat method."

"Do you want another gun?" Jin Mao looked at Wang Zhen.

"I want to add an M14. Pearson said that I am actually more suitable for a precision shooter."

"This is a good thing. If you want to order one, you should buy the finished product directly."

Wang Zhen didn't hesitate, "Customize it, we have money!"

In the past, the guns of Scythe Squad were purchased from a gun shop in New Jersey. They were all public versions, and the specifications were exactly the same as those of the assembly line products. The difference was the materials used and the manufacturing accuracy.

Assembly line products consider large-scale production and cost, as long as the materials are sufficient, and the precision is low.

Compared with the original design of the laboratory, industrial assembly line products have 80% performance, which is considered good, and most of the time it is lower.

However, the poet's M14 is a hand-customized version, which is completely customized according to the poet's physical condition and usage habits. The product is good and the price is gratifying.

Wang Zhen heard from poets before that the guns, magazines, scopes, spare barrels, flash suppressors, silencers, etc., not counting scopes, cost more than 28000.

Moreover, this gunsmith is said to be just not bad, and there is still a big gap from the top gunsmiths in the United States. The custom prices of those guys are higher, and they have to queue up. Who knows when the queue will be there.

"Okay, let's go tomorrow morning."

Simply put, that's it.

In fact, there is an insurance issue, but no one mentions it.

Because Cobham clearly told Wang Zhen that it was impossible for the insurance company to accept the order from Brilliant Defense.

A small PMC company is actually no different from a mercenary regiment. There is no such department as risk management and control. Under normal circumstances, this kind of task of attacking the enemy behind enemy lines is simply not accepted by the Imperial Barrier.

The risk management and control analysis department of the Imperial Barrier has its own assessment model, which will conduct risk assessment for tasks.

Taking the P3 team as the benchmark, divide the tasks into five levels of SABCD, let the task risk level, commission, and the return efficiency of teams of different levels be substituted into the mathematical model, and finally draw a conclusion whether it is worth accepting.

This model is the core asset of the company, and it is it that keeps the Imperial Walls functioning well.

As for Brilliant Defense... what is the mathematical model?
How much is a catty?
Can you eat?
……

Early the next morning, Wang Zhen followed the wheelchair-bound golden retriever to visit the gunsmith who had been cooperating.

He tested the length, width, and arm span of his hand, and made a cast of Wang Zhen's hand with plaster.

Finally, he took the gun from the gun shop to the shooting range at the back to shoot. The gunsmith had to determine Wang Zhen’s comfortable trigger force, the shape of the butt, the appropriate length of the barrel, and other details.

Private ordering refers to all aspects of customized products according to personal usage habits. The whole test took more than 2 hours, and it gave Wang Zhen the feeling of two words, professional!

He had the urge to order another HK416, but after touching his pocket, he calmed down instantly.

On the way back, Wang Zhen said to Jin Mao: "When you go to buy bulletproof vests and bullets, bring a shovel with you. From now on, he will be entrusted with these tasks. The shovel is very proud. Let him take the money but there is nothing to do. , he will feel uncomfortable."

"Okay." The golden retriever nodded with a smile.

"By the way, can we contact this bullet channel by ourselves? It's not a long-term solution to go through the imperial barrier channel for everything."

Golden Retriever thought for a while, "Let me ask, it's difficult, mainly a question of qualifications, M855 is okay, but M995, M993, M948, whether it is the US NIJ-0101.06 bulletproof standard or the European EN1063 bulletproof standard, all bulletproof vehicles are It’s too dangerous to be able to penetrate.”

"Well, it's okay." Wang Zhen nodded, "Yesterday I called John from the CIA. With the previous cooperation foundation, the price I offered this time is very reasonable, 15, and I gave me the specific information today. "

"The transport convoy consists of a transport truck and four armed pickups. It is escorting an Eastern European mercenary group with 20 people. The route is also given to me."

As he said that, Wang Zhen began to curse, "I really suspect that the CIA deliberately omitted some information when it handed over the information to the Wujiao Building, and just waited for the person who took the task to buy it. It's too corrupt!"

The golden retriever took a deep look at Wang Zhen, and asked worriedly, "Are you sure you won't lose money?"

Wang Zhen: "..."

"Should...well, not without considering the combat risk."

"However, I have other ideas. If the job is done well, this order can make a lot of money." Wang Zhen said with a smile.

"It's fine if you think it's okay." The golden retriever smiled, "I dare not, I know myself."

"What do you think of the battle plan? There are only three of us... Fake!" Wang Zhen slapped his thigh and suddenly remembered that Albert Frank was pretending to be mentally ill in the hospital.

"We've got to get this guy out of the hospital, and we've got to figure out a way to get someone to Iraq."

"Time, time, I have to call Qiao Jia quickly to make a fake certificate!" Wang Zhen immediately took out the phone, and he had to find a Chinese to make a fake certificate, professional!
……

Wang Zhen hurriedly found the poet and the donkey.

"Then what are you waiting for, get ready to act!" As soon as the donkey heard that he was going to rescue someone, he immediately stood up and rested for three months. His bones were really hardened.

"Do you want to bring a rifle?"

"Do you want to bring a grenade?"

Wang Zhen stared blankly at the donkey, and finally couldn't help shouting: "Are you so crazy, what are you doing with a rifle and a grenade? Are you going to fight Washington or assassinate Reagan!"

"Didn't you say you want to save people? The police also have automatic rifles, and small pistols can't beat them!" Donkey looked at Wang Zhen with a puzzled expression.

"Shut up quickly." Wang Zhen patted his forehead, "We spent money, do you understand, enter the village quietly, don't shoot guns, use your brain, hey, kill the police, Horner immediately They will confess us, and then we will wait for the US to arrest us!"

"Then what should we do?" The donkey spread his hands.

Wang Zhen reached out and nodded his head, "It's not a prison escape, it's very simple, okay?"

"Donkey, you have to believe that some things are born. The gap between people is bigger than that between people and donkeys." The poet patted the donkey on the shoulder.

The donkey raised a middle finger, and the poet was unmoved, and continued: "For example, criminal talent."

Wang Zhen: "..."

The donkey laughed loudly, "Yes, as I said earlier, this guy is a born villain."

……

The golden retriever took the shovel to run logistics, and many things had to be handed over to the shovel, and the only ones who could accompany Wang Zhen were the donkey and the poet.

Fortunately, according to Wang Zhen's plan, three people are enough.

Kentucky, McCreary Hospital.

Hospitals are not complete mental institutions. In the United States, mental institutions are freer prisons.

The poet parked the car without turning off the engine, Wang Zhen and the donkey pushed the door and came down.

"Are you sure your plan will work?" the donkey said as he walked, with a worried look on his face.

"I'm sure, as long as you don't make mistakes, you'll be fine." Wang Zhen pushed the donkey on the back, mother-in-law.

Albert Frank was on the third floor of the inpatient building. The two took the elevator to the fourth floor and found a bathroom. Wang Zhen walked in with the donkey.

A few minutes later, two men in white coats, hats, and masks came out. Both of them had work IDs hanging on their chests.

Wang Zhen also wore gold-rimmed glasses on his face, looking refined, and the donkey was holding a folder for recording in his hand.

Going downstairs, looking around at the house number, Wang Zhen walked towards the ward number provided by Horner.

On the seat at the door of the ward, a man in a police uniform sat there.

This isn't a prison guard, it's not someone from the police department, it's a police officer from McCreary's Medical Police Department, abbreviated as NYHP.

The main duty of the medical police is to protect the property and personnel safety of the medical institutions operated by the Municipal Health Insurance Group. Note that this is a public welfare department led by the municipal government and privately operated.

Standing at the door of the ward, according to Wang Zhen's request, the donkey pretended to open the notebook and looked at it, then nodded to the policeman, and then opened the door and went in.

In the room, Albert Frank was lying on the bed, his limbs were firmly tied to the bed by restraint belts, as motionless as a corpse, staring straight at the ceiling.

(End of this chapter)