Don't talk about martial arts, I'm a war contractor

Chapter 10 Signing a Contract
Xia Yu didn't expect such a coincidence, he actually caused the incident, so it can only be said that there is no coincidence!
At the same time, the more old Anka looked at Xia Yu, he found it more and more unpredictable.

According to the residents of the Noire community, two villas in District C started construction at the same time, and a Huaxia construction team was working on them, but the headquarters of the local engineering team was vacant, and the other party all evacuated to Busa.

Xia Yu did not evacuate with the main force, but ignored the chaos and settled down in Boge Village, which is not far away.

This confidence + skill is definitely the best of the best.

It's just how he will solve his own problems, old Anka is very curious.

"This time Kongluga's response to the Panaka rebellion is an armored infantry battalion with three BMP-1s, six BTR-60s, and six 81mm mortars..."

As a contract-hungry contractor, Xia Yu has been busy these days.

Burning US dollars to connect to the satellite network, I found these public information from the United Nations related project website.

Compared with the infantry battalion of a powerful military country, the Afika army has a lot of personnel, but its equipment is severely downsized.

It's like this even if you don't have money, and you can make do with it.

"Except for the BMP-1 that has been killed, I don't know how many of the remaining equipment are sold, how many have been sold on the black market, and I don't know if they have recruited more personnel."

"One price, one million dollars, I'll help you get rid of them all."

Xia Yu stopped playing around in circles and directly offered her own offer.

This price is reasonable and reasonable. The well-known military contractors in the world don't talk about how much higher their quotations will be. They don't know when the personnel and equipment are deployed. Xiayu is the most cost-effective.

It's just that the object of his sentence is "they". Those equipment targets are easy to solve, but there are too many people in one battalion.

It can't be done by adding money, he is not the real Yan Shuangying, and the system does not add head experience, the target of the vehicle will always be the vehicle.

Old Anka frowned, thinking quickly in his mind.

Without spending this money, there is a high probability that the son will not be able to defeat the rebels. If he cannot be promoted, all previous activities will be wasted.

With this amount of money, Xia Yu can complete the contract again, not to mention that his son will be promoted to a major, and it is not impossible for him to be a lieutenant colonel.

If the contract is only half completed, it will also greatly weaken the rebels, and the son will definitely win by then.

As for not completing half of it, then he is only losing an advance payment, and this business can be done.

"Happy cooperation!"

Holding both hands together, it can only be said that as expected of a businessman, old Anka is very courageous.

Xia Yu also won her first military contract, and both dollar bills and experience waved to her.

Our little Captain Anka was still listening to hip-hop music in the car at this time, using shaking to ease his nervousness. He didn't know that the military rank of two bars and two stars was ready for him.

Probably, this is fatherly love!
Carrying the heavy $20, Xia Yu felt a little guilty.

He shouldn't be stereotyping all black people just because of how badly their North American theater folks did.

The 20 is an advance payment, and the remaining 80 will be paid after he completes the contract.

As for whether the other party will refuse to pay, Xia Yu has not considered this issue.

It is not difficult for him to ask for salary with arms. How to complete the contract is the most important thing.

"Mr. Doma, I need Domi's help."

Xia Yu found old Doma and made a request directly.

Facing a platoon of rebels, he can try to open Wushuang; facing a battalion of rebels, personal heroism is not necessary.

Xiayu needs equipment, intelligence, and reliable assistants.

Domi has a calm personality and doesn't talk much. He wants to recruit this young man.

"Mr. Xia, you are a capable person. I think Domi has a better future following you than going outside the law, so I will hand him over to you."

Doma smoked the cigarette he rolled and overturned his previous plan.

He does not support idlers outside the law, and if he wants to get his nationality, he must work hard for five years.

There are too many uncertainties in five years, and the fruit has become chaotic, and he has to change his son's path.

In the past two days, he had talked with Sophia and Zhuzi, and Xia Yu would be more three-dimensional in the eyes of the two of them. It also made him understand that Xia Yu is indeed a good boss and very powerful.

This is enough, and Domi can't go wrong following him.

Domi himself was also very excited about this, his black cheeks were flushed, and he was carrying his "lame" gun.

"Domi, you will use this gun from now on!"

Xia Yu handed over his used AK-105 to Duomi.

He also has a spare stun in the trailer cab, and he is better at using light and heavy machine guns than rifles, and he is also good at pistols.

"The caliber of the bullets is different. Play a few more magazines to get used to it. We will probably start the day after tomorrow."

"Yes, sir!"

Holding his new gun tightly, Domi responded loudly.

"By the way, don't you like excavators? I'll teach you how to drive a tank after this deal is done."

Xia Yu, the boss, has changed industries, so the scheduled employees will naturally have to follow suit.

He thought Domi would definitely be an excellent tank driver.

As for the pillars?

When he grows up, if Sophia agrees, then he will be the scheduled loader for non-Soviet cars, the cheerleader for Soviet cars, and the black lucky cat of the engineering team.

The pillars who are still digging soil for grandpa to build a house don't know, but this is how his godfather arranged for him, he obviously...

The young man really hasn't thought about what he wants to do in the future, he only remembers Xia Yu's salary payment to him.

It is a pity that the company has suspended its civil business, and will only carry out military contracting services in the future.

Gunshots rang out rhythmically in the woodland behind the village, and Xia Yu took out the satellite phone.

"Hey, John, I haven't contacted you for a long time. I want to get some hard goods from you."

John is a French black, and also a small arms dealer who takes the individual route.

Small scale does not mean cheap. His products are generally expensive, but the business has been good.

In Afika, small bosses like Xia Yu have somewhat of a need for personal defense.

They look down on the scrap copper and rotten iron eliminated in the previous war, and the standard weapons in stock are not popular. Everyone wants to spend the whole time.

John, who has a relatively wild way, rose up in response to the situation. He can provide mainstream light weapons in Europe and the United States, which immediately caught the appetite of customers.

For example, you may be able to buy a certain generation of Glock 17 at another store, but there are seven or eight models of Glock on sale at John’s. Even if you don’t have what you want, you can order it, and it will be delivered within a month at the latest in your hand.

Xiayu’s AK-105 is a custom-made desert painting, and the rear fishbone is also full of various accessories.

Such considerate service must bring a premium, but do we seem to be short of money?
"No problem, it's just that you know the current situation, the price will be slightly adjusted."

Let's go up if it goes up, there is no way to lose money in business, he needs more firepower now.

After making an appointment with John about the time and location of the delivery, Xia Yu made a few more phone calls, and used all the contacts he had accumulated over the past year.

I don't usually burn incense, and I hold Buddha's feet temporarily, but I can't hold them even if I want to.

In the early morning of the next day, Xia Yu went to the city alone.

Lao Li's pickup truck has been refurbished, and he made a little modification just to consider the survival rate on the battlefield.

Of course, the bracket on the rear bucket is detachable, so it is not good to scare the nearby residents.

Pick up the goods in several places. On the return journey, Xiayu can see that the nearby commercial street has become much more depressed, and all the small vendors that were everywhere have disappeared.

Only by eliminating the rebels here as soon as possible can the prosperity of the past be restored as soon as possible.

"Squeak~~"

Stopping the pickup truck, looking at the combination of a van and two motorcycles in front of him, Xia Yu couldn't help shaking his head.

He knew that the law and order here was not good, but why did it become like this.

"Whoa~~"

Picking up the co-pilot's AK-105, Xia Yu loaded it with his backhand and opened the car door.

"Da~da~da~"

A shuttle of bullets swept down the gangster who didn't even have an AK, and by the way leaked the fuel tank of the van, followed by another small F1 lemon.

"Boom~~"

To maintain Kong Lujia's safety, a heavy blow must be taken, and the gang of roadblockers hit Xiayu at gunpoint.

(End of this chapter)