Bo Fu casually lies, claiming that he was called the very strange "Bo Fu" in Spanish, and then made up a string of service records, so old Charlie didn't care about it - anyway, basically no one in this industry would tell the truth, at least for such low-level devoted men... As for those so-called security companies with high-ranking background checks on the background of practitioners, that is another matter.
As a small mercenary organization, Old Charlie briefly introduced the composition of the gang: "This gang...huh......................................." After seeing Bofu take out his own weapon - the pistol and assault rifle he seized, the old man had hired Bofu.
What the old man, Old Charlie said was not tempting at all, but the money was real, but Bo Fu couldn't get a penny today. In fact, if there was no mission, he wouldn't have money to get. This is also the normal life of an ordinary small amateur mercenary group and a lower-level mercenary. Bo Fu asked casually: "Where are the rest of the company? You can't be the boss alone here, right? At least there is a front desk?"
Old Charlie didn't raise his eyelids and answered Bo Fu directly: "Oh...... They all went to work, leave your phone number and temporary address, and I will notify you when you have a task." Bo Fu laughed, wrote down the address and hotel phone number, then stuffed it into his bag with a weapon, pasted the proof sticker of the mercenary group and then carried it out. If he didn't post the mercenary group's proof, then he would be swaying on the road with a weapon, and would be very likely to be rammed by the anti-government soldiers who managed order in the town.
Bo Fu was bored. He went to the bar to have a drink and have some fun. At least the bets on the table in the bar Bo Fu was still a little confident in his ball skills. The bars in this place naturally had strippers dancing on the stage, drinking agaves that must be mixed with water, and staring at the half-"luonv" person wrapped around a steel pipe on the stage. This woman is a typical mixed-race beauty with a very good figure. She danced with a half-covered movement of seduction, but after Bo Fu glanced a few times, he still focused on alcohol and the other side of the billiards - he had no spare money to kiss Fang Ze, and the limited funds were first used to make money by gambling.
If you say that the bar is big and round, you will not be a good person, but the basic order can be maintained - otherwise who will come to consume? What's more, if you violate the law, you will basically be dragged outside to eat a bullet, and no one will seek death. It is also because of this. Bo Fu's gambling and making money went well, and soon he stuffed money into his pocket - no one was asking for trouble. It was because Bo Fu accepted the bet on local banknotes, so he did not get hard currency, and he could not afford to get too much greed and anger from others.
After a few days like this, Bo Fu missed all the money he won at night every day. In the next few days, no one was willing to bet with him. Everyone agreed that this guy was a professional billiard player... At this time, the hotel owner sent Bo Fu a piece of paper, knocked on a stamp of the gate of heaven, and then wrote only one line of words, "See you at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, I'll have a task."
At nine o'clock the next morning, Bofu pushed open the door of the ragged iron house and stepped into the room where only Old Charlie.... There were several chairs and sofas in the room. There was no one except Old Charlie and Bofu. "What? No one else?" Bofu asked.
"Boy, aren't you a local? I guess? You must be from the far Far East? No one obeys time here..." Old Charlie still looked like he couldn't wake up, and he answered Bofu in such a way with a pistol in his hand. "Did I forget............ the enthusiastic and unrestrained people?" Bofu laughed, muttered in a low voice, then found a sofa to sit down, and began to maintain the AKM and pistols he brought.
Half an hour passed, and finally a man walked in. Following his footsteps, three strong men entered the room at the same time. The four people seemed to know each other. While greeting old Charlie, they nodded and signaled Bofu. Then they talked enthusiastically about the football match on TV last night. Bofu looked at the four people. Apart from the weapons on their bodies, these people looked more like ordinary workers and hooligans, not like soldiers who had served before - the only one here with a hint of military aura, except Bofu himself
There was only one old Charlie outside, but the others in the company had not arrived yet. I don’t know what the situation would be. A smell of perfume came, and a woman in a vest walked in. "Isn’t this the stripper? I didn’t expect she was a mercenary? But which one is her job? A mercenary or a dancer?" Bo Fu was a little surprised, but the other guys immediately came up to joke, and at the same time tried to take advantage of the bad things. Although the woman smiled and said dirty words to these guys, she avoided the few wool hands cleanly in her actions.
The pointer on the wall clock was already pointing to 10:30, and five or six people came one after another, two of them were women, both of whom were not old and seemed to be around twenty-five to thirty years old. The rest were men of varying ages, and Bo Fu did not look at them much, and those people did not pay much attention to Bo Fu, the newcomer. This industry is very mobile, especially in this low-level life-school gang, there is even greater liquidity. People quit every day and people join every day.
Old Charlie clapped his hands and made everyone's attention focus on him. "Okay! It's almost time! I'll start talking about this business."
Bo Fu was still wondering if he wasn't there sixteen people, but why did he suddenly become almost twenty? "I guess this old man has hired a few cannon fodder in the past few days." Old Charlie was already talking about this mission. This time it was a joint mission, and several mercenary gangs will cooperate with the anti-government troops to attack a supply base under the control of the government forces, striving to make that base lose its support and prepare for the next offensive of the anti-government troops. The employer of this operation was quite generous, and paid some of the fees in advance, and also allowed the mercenaries to purchase weapons and ammunition from the middlemen of the anti-government troops.
Bofu had nothing to purchase, and he had no money. Although he had just received the first day of employment for the old Charlie, who had deducted the intermediate fees, he still couldn't afford a bulletproof vest. Finally, Bofu bought a few bags of quick rations and a camel water bag, as well as some standard wild insect control, water purification and disinfectant. Then Bofu held his backpack and stuffed these things together with ammunition, and he didn't even buy a grenade and jumped onto the transport truck - provided by the anti-government forces...
Old Charlie also got into the passenger seat. Before getting on the car, the old man stuffed a saber into Bofu's hand. There was a mark on the handle of the knife, "I will give them one for every brother to join..." The old man muttered, and then waved his hand to signal Bofu to get on the car.
Although it is called assisting the anti-government forces, these mercenaries were actually used as forwards to mine. The truck drove to a place more than ten kilometers away from the base. In order to avoid government helicopter reconnaissance, they put down all the soldiers and went back. The mercenaries had to use their own feet to cross the jungle and launch an attack on the base - "We will use firepower to support you!" said the anti-government officer.