Supreme Psychic Power - Chapter 363 Forty Military Sticks

Macdonald was naturally unhappy and stood up to refute. His argument was very simple. It was not that I was too incompetent, but that the enemy was too strong. This view was despised by everyone present. If the enemy is stronger than you, then why did you let yourself become

Be stronger?

"You don't know what a powerful person Wang Sen is." MacDonald defended with a red face. Today he wore a new pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He could see things very clearly and could clearly see everyone's face or face.

With an expression of ridicule, helplessness or even gloating, he clenched his hands into fists and angrily punched the oak table in front of him.

"McDonald, what else do you have to defend?" George gave him the chance to make a final statement, which immediately aroused boos from the people present. They had no reason not to believe that the president was right to this idiot who had made a big mistake.

You are being too tolerant!

"Give me enough arms and elite soldiers, and I will definitely destroy the damn warlords, and by the way, that shameless Wang Sen, who returned to Southeast Asia!" MacDonald did not give up any chance to make a comeback. He believed that he

It is impossible to escape the punishment of the head office. Since it is impossible, I will put forward some unrealistic requirements and gamble my luck.

"Mike, the number of mercenaries who have died under your hands has reached 200. Do you know how much our company has to pay for the pensions of these 200 dead mercenaries? Two hundred million U.S. dollars! That's enough for a large region for three months.

Profit amount! Are you going to destroy every bit of the company's property like this?" The president of the Middle East region stood up and shouted loudly. Macdonald lowered his head deeply. His heart became colder and colder, and there was no chance of a comeback.

"Mike, raise your head!" Old George took off his reading glasses and said word by word, "Look at me, have you lost your enterprising spirit?"

"No!" McDonald stood up straight and roared loudly, his voice making an unpleasant whistling sound due to excessive roaring. "I will not admit defeat, never!"

"Okay, you have to remember that it's not terrible for a person to fall. What's terrible is that he doesn't dare to get up after falling!" Old George looked at him eagerly, as if he saw his younger self, "Mike, I will give you the last one.

If you have the opportunity, I will also assign Simon, the chief tactical instructor of the Latin Quarter, to your command. At the same time, you can also have a military training camp of your own."

"Give me a military training camp?" McDonald's eyes lit up. It should be noted that in bk company, only the branches with the best performance are qualified to set up military training camps. With military training camps, you can freely control the income of the branch.

, and at the same time, you can also train your own mercenary army, which means that you can recruit troops and buy horses at will from now on, as long as you can afford it!

Although the establishment of military training camps can greatly increase the number of mercenaries and seize more security markets, it will also cause the branch to have too many troops and become too large. In the end, it may also lead to divisions between the branch and the head office and other divisive behaviors.

Therefore, the headquarters has extremely strict control over the establishment of military training camps. In addition to the large training camps at the headquarters, it has only established four small training camps around the world, and the number of people is controlled below 500.

"This is unfair!" the president of Eastern Europe stood up and shouted loudly, "He is a failure. Failures cannot get this kind of honor. If an idiot like him can be qualified to set up a military training camp,

What will our customers think? What will happen to our future business?”

"What you said makes sense." George smiled and said, "But pay attention to your wording. Unless you sit in my seat, you have no right to yell at me! Sit down!"

As expected, George's majesty cannot be violated, and everyone remained silent. George nodded and smiled at Macdonald, "Due to your command error, our mercenaries suffered heavy casualties, so you'd better hide behind the forty military sticks."

But, come here, prepare for execution!"

When he mentioned the forty military sticks, Macdonald's face suddenly turned pale, and his hands began to tremble involuntarily.

The execution stick was a rubber stick with a steel core and a rubber handle attached to one end. The execution mercenary was a fat man with a full beard. He smiled at Macdonald and pulled off his belt, revealing his white hair.

The big fat man stretched out his hand and pinched his butt. The expression on his face was worth pondering.

"Haha, she's as white as a little girl!" The big fat man patted McDonald's butt and asked him to lie down on a long chair. The military stick in his hand pumped the air and made a buzzing sound. McDonald closed his eyes and endured being beaten.

The shame of being watched by everyone, the feeling is like being fucked by fifty horny aunts, lonely and helpless.

"Let's start!" George, who was standing in the stands on the second floor, ordered. The big fat man laughed loudly, picked up the rubber stick, and hit Macdonald's white buttocks hard, causing his white skin to change instantly.

It turned into a purple-red color with a high bulge. When the stick came down for the second time, the capillaries on the purple-red part burst completely, and there was a bright red blood stain under the skin.

MacDonald held a short wooden stick in his mouth, enduring the heartbreaking pain. His face and back were covered with sweat, and every blow seemed to tear his skin off.

His hands were dug into the long chair, his short nails digging deeply into the wood, and blood was already sticking out between his fingers.

After forty spankings, Macdonald's buttocks were already bloody and bloody, with almost no intact flesh left. He tried to stand up, but fell to the ground. The burning pain in his buttocks made it hard for him to breathe. Finally, he shouted loudly.

He stood up and screamed with pain, making everyone present feel terrified.

"Hello!" At this moment, a short, chubby middle-aged man walked up to him and stretched out his hand, "Cristiano Simao, I look forward to cooperating with you."

"I want to stand up!" McDonald said through gritted teeth. Suddenly, his eyesight went dark and he fainted.

Wang Sen and Tang Wanrong stared at the laptop screen, carefully reading every paragraph of text on it.

This information was written in Russian. Wang Sen didn't know any of this writing, and his eyelids were jumping wildly. Fortunately, Tang Wanrong had learned a little bit about it and translated it according to its general meaning. The general meaning was that the nuclear warhead had been

A group of terrorists stole out, transported them to the Gold Coast via Samibia, and are now on their way to the Badghis Republic in the Middle East.

"Badges, that's not a terrorist base..." Tang Wanrong was stunned for a moment after translating, "It's very dangerous there. Let's not go through this muddy water, okay?"

"My silly girl, who said we must intervene?" Wang Sen put his hand on her shoulder, wrapped her long hair around his fingers, and said with a smile, "I am not Superman of the Earth, there is no need to save it.

All over the world.”

"That's good, I don't want my little Sensen to get hurt again." Tang Wanrong said with a bad smile. What Wang Sen is most afraid of is this name, little Sensen? Why is it so similar to Xiao Huihui? It can't be

You must have seen too many Xiyangyang and Big Big Wolf!

"But we can't let them stop." Wang Sen, in a serious spirit of harming people to the end and playing with them until they die, used the communication equipment brought by Tang Wanrong to inform Tang Ziqiang in Fengzhou of the news. It is said that

Tang Ziqiang is a member of the Tomahawk Organization, so you should also show your power of "justice"!

"I also want to tell the Yamada Club this news, so that it will be more lively." Wang Sen always feels that it is a good habit for a dead Taoist friend not to die but a poor Taoist friend. Since you want to play with the dead Taoist friends, one will die, and the two will also die.

, then why not put on another one to support you?

"You are really bad." Tang Wanrong said while scratching his nose, "You don't even blush."

"A face beaten with fine steel cannot be blown up with a mortar." Wang Sen proudly patted his face and said. Tang Wanrong was really a little shy now, "Don't say that, others will laugh at us if they hear it.

"

"It doesn't matter, I have a thick skin!" Wang Sen said with a smile.

In the afternoon, Wang Sen led Engineer Li Hui and others to the opposite hillside to conduct a systematic survey. The main purpose of this time was to determine the specific data of the gold deposits here and whether they were of mineable value. More importantly, it was to verify

The conditions for setting up a military base here include whether there is a fixed water source and a place to place power generation facilities. According to Wang Sen's plan, he plans to build this hilltop into the same layout as the jade mine. This will not only be easy to defend, but also save a lot of energy.

Human and material resources.

However, after research, it was concluded that the gold seedlings here belong to a volcanic lava deposit, which was extruded out of the ground by the earth's crust. It has many advantages such as shallow burial, high content, and pure minerals. However, there is no water source on the mountain, and the rocks are broken.

, the weathering is severe and it is difficult to set up permanent equipment.

"I think we can move a wire out from here." Wang Sen pointed to the jade mine base on the other side and said, "This can provide sufficient power supply for the machinery here, and can also use electricity to solve security problems."

"I don't understand this, but I can move the wires here for you." Li Hui scratched his head and said. Like many engineers, he doesn't pay much attention to personal appearance. His hair is as messy as a chicken coop, and his clothes are a little shabby.

, with specks of mud on it. It looks no different from a migrant worker.

"Then let's start!" Wang Sen said, looking at the village across the mountain, he suddenly remembered what Wan Rong said about building a school here. If I can put electricity into the village, will there be more people?

supporters?

Wang Sen is not a philanthropist. Now he regards himself as an out-and-out businessman. As a businessman, every penny spent must be returned. Wang Sen is not immune to this custom, but the villages at the foot of the mountain are too poor.
Chapter completed!