Sigg's meaning is very obvious: when men and women are matched, the work will not be tiring.
However, Renn still refused. It would be easy for female soldiers and male soldiers to get into trouble when they trained together.
A group of energetic young people and a group of veterans suffering from battlefield syndrome after being discharged from the army are already confusing enough.
What he wants is soldiers who can fight, not "planting trees".
Xige and Wenxi looked disappointed, their dream of having sex and training at the same time was shattered.
"There are also a few women among my comrades-in-arms. Of course, whether you can control them or not depends on your own abilities."
Old Bill chuckled and said maliciously, a woman who can fight on the battlefield is not a fuel-efficient lamp.
Sigg straightened up his chest, patted it twice with his thick palm, and said with a proud face: "Old man, there are women I can't handle? Do you understand my specialty? My size will scare you to death!"
The vulgar words made the aristocratic Jenny blush slightly, Susanna gave him a hard look, and Garcia and Wenxi laughed strangely and made noises.
Bill shrugged his shoulders, glanced sideways at the confident Sigg, and grinned: "A cow married an elephant and got divorced a year later because of emotional discord.
The cow married another bull. The next morning, the cow looked up at the sky and said something meaningful to the bull."
"What are you talking about?" Sigg looked confused and asked subconsciously.
"If this leg doesn't work, I'll replace it with the two legs next to it."
Phew─haha─
Susanna, Garcia and the others burst out laughing. Wen Xi didn't quite understand, but when he saw everyone laughing, he laughed too.
Sigg's face turned red and he gritted his teeth and said, "Stop bragging. Wait until your female comrades come and try it with real swords and guns?"
He didn't believe it anymore, he couldn't even tame a bitch with his strength.
"Then I admire your courage. None of them are normal. One woman found out that her husband had cheated on her after she retired.
Then one night, she gave her husband anesthesia and performed a real splitting operation - cutting off his lifeblood with scissors." Old Bill said expressionlessly.
Shige felt a chill in his crotch and shivered. Wen Xi and Garcia immediately put an end to the idea of finding a chance to have a shot after training.
Elderly people, children, and women must be careful if you see these three types of people on the battlefield. They are vulnerable groups. Most of them have some unique skills to survive the brutal fighting.
"Okay, time waits for no one, let's start working." Ren ordered.
Jenny ran out of the office after hearing this, preparing to screen materials and conduct interviews. This time the company will recruit about 80 people, and the workload is quite heavy.
Sigg stared at her slim back, touched her head with the palm of her hand and said with a smile: "I think she is attracted to me."
He had acted like a hooligan in front of Jenny before, making her blush several times.
Susanna, who was about to go out, stopped and turned her head with disdain and said sarcastically: "This is a common problem among you men, you are always self-righteous.
If I look at you one more time, you will narcissistically think that I have a crush on you, just like a dog in heat."
Haha─
Everyone laughed, and Sigg looked embarrassed. Come on, you're just being pretentious.
In fact, he thought too much. An aristocratic lady like Jenny liked a gentle gentleman, not an old gangster.
Even Ren is not her cup of tea. Jenny just came here because she felt that Thorn Security Company had great potential and could allow her to show her talents.
Ren twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Bill: "Contact your comrades now. Do you need to go back to Wilton City?"
"It's not necessary. They are scattered in nearby towns and contact a few of their comrades on the phone. They will bring them all over."
Bill said in a somewhat serious tone that these people were all trained by him back then, and they were basically a generation younger than him. Most of them were first- and second-level transcendent people, around 40 years old.
After working as mercenaries for more than ten years, those who survived had accumulated a lot of wealth. Most of them retired in the past few years, some switched to other businesses, and some were ready to live a stable life.
But there are also some who can no longer integrate into human society. There are about 50 people, and several of them have already gone to jail for violent crimes.
The rest can't sit still and can't live a normal life. I have contacted him recently, hoping to return to his old career.
But a group of guys with mental illness are not popular in the market, and mercenaries are paid to do things, not necessarily to fight.
For tasks like kidnapping, robbery, and security, the employer wants the mercenaries to strictly follow the requirements and follow the arrangements.
No one likes mercenaries who tend to be violent and easily lose control. After all, some guys with severe war wounds will even shoot innocent civilians indiscriminately.
But Renn didn't mind. This time in the plains, he was fighting demons, so he could kill as much as he wanted.
Old Bill took out a phone book from his coat pocket, picked up the phone, and started dialing the numbers.
The clicking sound of the mechanical disk was heard, and soon after, the other party connected.
Old Bill spoke into the microphone and said angrily: "Leo, it's me."
"I know it's you, why are you looking for your father?" A very weak voice came from the other side.
Haha, Garcia, Wenxi and the others, who were listening next to Bill, laughed unscrupulously.
Old Bill was so angry that his face trembled: "You little bastard, your skin is itchy, right? Is there any business to be done? The salary is still the same, and the location is..."
He explained the treatment and tasks, including training new recruits and going to the plains to perform hunting missions.
"No problem, my big gun is already thirsty!" The man named Leo said excitedly.
In the office, Lane stood next to Bill, holding a pile of cut fruits and putting a piece of pear into his mouth with a fork.
He could hear the violence and cruelty in Leo's tone, and he had obviously been holding it in for a long time.
After getting an accurate reply, Bill hung up the phone and contacted another comrade again. He probably had to notify three or four people.
After the call was connected, Bill said loudly: "Hey, Jackson, it's me. The deal you want is here. Are you interested in making a vote?"
"I'm not interested. To be honest, I've made so much money recently that I almost vomited, tsk tsk..."
On the other end of the phone, Jackson's lazy voice came, really needing to be pumped as much as possible.
Bill's face darkened, veins on his forehead jumped, and he shouted: "Very good! Monopoly, pretend I didn't say it, I'm dead!"
He knew very well that Jackson was an alcoholic who drank expensive wine so much that he almost sold his house.
"No, no, since you took the initiative to ask me, I reluctantly agreed.
There's no way, I'm a soft-hearted person, and I can't bear to refuse a friend's request, eh~" Jackson's voice was a little urgent, and after finishing his words, he burped.
Bill was so angry that he was shaking all over. These bastards are all mentally ill now.
He explained the conditions, asked the other party to inform others, and then dialed the last person's phone number.