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

Chapter 20 The White Top Hat
In China, high-end business wars often involve overcoming the wall, distributing pornographic pictures, and grabbing official seals; while abroad, in the PMC circle, spies really exist.

However, most spies are prepared to be shot, but not mentally prepared to be shot by 81mm mortar shells.

It's hard to describe in French, but it's easy to complain in Chinese. This guy doesn't speak martial arts.

"Whoa~~"

A bucket of cold water was poured on Kabanda's head, the intelligence officer with two brushes shivered, and he became sober in an instant.

"Tell me, which company sent you from."

When the speaker stood behind the light, Kabanda only felt glare and uncomfortable, and he regretted coming here.

This is just the beginning, Xia Yu will not only make him regret coming here, but also make him regret coming to this world.

"Come here, Luba, just keep your breath."

Xia Yu gave up his seat. He was only good at driving, and repairing was a laborious task.

Luba, who had just received the bonus, had never lost his smile, but Kabanda's eyes were no longer frightened.

There was a lot of noise, and Kabanda, who had no anti-torture training, was recruited anyway. He was employed by a PMC company called White Hat.

Because he became a monk halfway, Xia Yu didn't know much about the affairs in the circle, maybe he didn't know anything about it, but he calmly let Kabanda continue.

It turned out that the white top hat was called because 80% of the company's employees were retired outside the law, and the military top hats worn by outsiders in various activities and ceremonies were white, so it also had this name.

After five years of military service, you can get your nationality, but you have to work and earn money after you get your nationality. Some people have changed their careers to become police officers nearby, and some have taken advantage of the two-year trend of traffic and returned to China to work on self-media, but more people can do nothing but fight.

Taking advantage of the trend to join a PMC company, or setting up an overseas security company by yourself has become the mainstream choice.

Among them, the white top hat is an older and larger leading company with more than a thousand employees, half of whom are combatants.

Years of accumulation has owned more than a dozen mines in overseas French-speaking regions, and all proceeds will go to the Veterans Foundation, and employees who contribute to the company will receive a stipend.

It sounds like a pension. Xia Yu can learn from it when he becomes bigger and stronger in the future. Now he is still taking the small, specialized, and refined route, which is not suitable for this.

However, small, professional, and elite, it looks awesome.

The facts are indeed true. The old PMC companies like the white top hat have been alarmed by him, and the intelligence commissioner he sent was captured alive by him. It is indeed not comparable to those small individuals who go alone.

In addition, the reason for all this is that Xia Yu stole their orders.

People are negotiating with Busa. He has finished all the work here. Compared with other PMC companies who are watching the excitement, they have to ask the bottom line to find out who is causing the trouble?
In this way, Xia Yu couldn't let them know even more.

Because this industry is not clear, but there is a common phenomenon in the Internet industry, whether it is Chinese or foreign, if you can’t beat it, you buy it, and if you can’t get it, you destroy it.

Xiayu has just opened here, and it has not yet grown up, and it will never be a good thing to be targeted by a company of the level of a white top hat.

If this rebel incident is considered by some companies in the other party's Afika as an opportunity to make a fortune, Xia Yu's behavior is in their eyes stealing food, and vice versa in Xia Yu's eyes.

If you eat more, I have to eat less. Am I willing to compete fairly?

Afika pays attention to the law of the jungle, the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, so I'm sorry, Xia Yu doesn't want to be a good person this time.

As for whether he will confront Hair Country, Xia Yu is not worried at all.

The white top hat is not an active extrajudicial force, and a company that does dirty work alone can't even get on the stage, let alone more than one company of the same level, and it can't represent anyone.

More importantly, the Afika Gendarmerie is now in a period of declining power, and the vacated share is naturally based on strength.

Just wait, when we get to Panaka later, they will have a good fight.

The night passed quickly, and the villagers of Bogo Village didn't feel anything unusual except that they were woken up by two "thunderstorms" in the middle of the night.

Maybe the rainy season is coming soon, it's normal for thunder to strike in advance, that's it.

Xia Yu also acted as if nothing had happened, and just called old Anka to remind him that there was an inner ghost around his son, and management needed to be strengthened.

"I'm really sorry, Mr. Sherlock, we are still in Busa, and we will definitely visit you when we come back."

Old Anka apologized quickly, but couldn't help being angry.

Few of his son's cronies are reliable, and they are not as good as his old subordinates.

"I don't mean to blame you, it's just that for the army, secrecy is really important, and you don't want little Anka to be affected by these delays in his promotion in the future!"

"Yes, I will let him deal with this matter immediately and seriously."

Old Anka started to get serious, and he didn't want to be betrayed again.

Also, it wasn't easy for the Anka family to climb to where they are today, and he didn't want to fall into a big stumble when he reaped the joy.

In this way, the fate of some people is also arranged.

To take money that should not be taken, and to say things that should not be said, one must have such a consciousness.

"Uncle Li, you see the rainy season is coming soon, will it affect the construction of my garage?"

Lao Li, who lived in the original engineering team, did not hear the thunder here, but the arrival of the rainy season is a real problem.

"It doesn't matter. The heavy rain stops and the light rain dries up. You still spend less time in Kongluga. There is usually no heavy rain here at the beginning of the rainy season."

"Okay, you are an old Jianghu, you have the final say, and the quality must be checked by me."

After receiving an affirmative answer, Xia Yu's heart sank.

It is urgent to build a permanent garage, and he must teach Domi to drive a tank as soon as possible, so that the two-person vehicle team can form a combat effectiveness.

Of course, a trio is the best.

Two people can only fight at a minimum. If you want to fight systematically, the commander is the most indispensable role.

Imagine the scene where armed helicopters fly in the sky and cooperate with tanks on the ground, and the pouring firepower beats the enemy to pieces.

This is not an ordinary shock, and it is nothing more than that when the god of death comes.

What, you mean air supremacy?
Except for those in the north and south of Afika, there are a few in the middle who have air superiority, and they can fly a few blindly.

Portable anti-aircraft missiles are extremely expensive, and not all of them can be hit. If there is no assistance (to make trouble), black buddies can't afford it.

So it still has to be an RPG, so there's nothing to worry about.

Xia Yu looked through the woods behind the village and looked at the large open space.

The cassava field in Bogo Village is in front of the village. Because of the obstruction of a hill, it has not been used for reproduction and expansion.

Theoretically, the right to use this vacant land is still owned by Kong Lujia, and Xia Yu thinks he can use this land to do something.

What should I do then?
There are better places to farm, and he doesn't have the need to build a house, so he fell into deep thought.

This piece of land seems to be quite suitable for tanks to run wild!
Returning to her old profession, Xia Yu suddenly saw the way.

Regardless of the lush vegetation in the dry season, the rainy season is muddy, and off-road vehicles have to lie down when entering, and only the tracks can pass.

In this case, Xia Yu gradually had an immature idea in his mind.

(End of this chapter)