Chapter 14: This Equipment Is Free for the Taking (Please Collect, Recommend, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)
"You did the right thing," said John Smith, a former Ranger. "That little girl shouldn't have been here in the first place."
"But I think her own wishes should be respected," Nikita said while tidying Dong Qin's belongings.
Swagg added, "She's quite talented; she's already completed most of the basic sniper course." Catching Xu Chuan's gaze, he continued, "Of course, she really shouldn't be here with us. She has a better future."
"Think about it carefully, what would you think if your daughter didn't want to go to school and always wanted to go to the battlefield?" Xu Chuan said gloomily, his head on the table.
"Haha, you're only a few years older than her, and you dare to say that!" A group of people laughed and jeered from the side.
"Although I don't have a daughter, if I did, I would definitely break her legs and lock her at home," John Smith said.
"Sarah is two months pregnant; I only found out before I came out," Swagg said with a smile, sitting to the side. "I really hope it's a daughter."
The entire room slowly quieted down. Everyone turned to look at this rough man whose face actually bore what appeared to be a happy smile, and the room instantly boiled like water dropped into hot oil.
"FUCK, is that true or false?" A group of people gathered around. "Hey, brother, congratulations!"
"Let's celebrate tonight; my treat."
Xu Chuan was full of questions, wanting to ask, "When did you get married?" This must be the difference between Eastern and Western cultures.
A group of big men gathered together, talking from planning a celebration party all the way to their daughters' education. When Williams offered to share his experience from when his daughter was born, Swagg even pulled out a notebook and took notes diligently, more seriously than filling out a ballistic table.
Xu Chuan slapped the table. "Since that's the case, why the hell did you come here? Nikita, book him a flight and tell him to get out of here quickly."
Nikita immediately pulled out her phone to contact the airport without a word. Swagg stood up and stopped Nikita. "Bell, I won't leave. Since I'm already here, I won't abandon my comrades and leave by myself."
"Brother, this is just a job, not like when you were a soldier serving your country. You don't need to be like this," Xu Chuan scratched his hair, having no good solution for such a stubborn person.
Swagg remained silent, standing in front of Xu Chuan and looking at him with firm eyes. "You need a sniper. The combat environment will definitely be very complex later. Without my cover, you won't be able to do anything."
"FUCK, you mean you're indispensable, right?" Xu Chuan's forehead veins bulged. He looked around, scanning everyone in the room, and then... then he realized that this guy wasn't wrong.
Among the entire team, Swagg was basically the only shooter capable of accurate shooting beyond 800 meters. "Motherfucker, I'll just do it myself if I have to."
"NO, NO, Boss, have you forgotten what happened last time?" Albert cried out in horror from the side. "You almost blew my head off last time. The error at 700 meters was definitely over 2 meters. Now, besides planes, the thing I fear most is your sniping skills."
"That's right, that's right, we absolutely cannot put Bell in the sniper position. He actually got the windage correction reversed!" A group of people echoed from the side.
Xu Chuan cleared his throat, deciding to end this awkward topic. "Alright, alright, I admit you're right. But, brother, I still say the same thing: for you, this is just a job." He turned to look at the others. "The same goes for all of you. I really don't want to send compensation to your families. That's a lot of money, so please, help me save some money, okay?"
"Bell, why is it that when you say something good, it makes people want to punch you?" Michael, wearing a Yemen Government Army camouflage uniform, walked in from outside. "Alright, I don't think you need to argue anymore, Bell. Everyone here is a professional soldier who has been on the battlefield. Almost everyone has more combat experience than you, and you don't need to be responsible for everyone. We all know what we're doing."
Xu Chuan sighed and sat back down. "OK, OK, as long as you're happy." Swagg also smiled and sat to the side, and the topic ended there.
"I just met with the Yemen government's Secretary-General, who is now the acting president," Michael said, placing the documents on the table. "He said he hopes we can cooperate with their counter-offensive plan."
Templeton Pike propped his legs on the table and whistled. "Their president just got kidnapped, and the Secretary-General wants to counter-attack?"
"Yeah, what a deep hatred," Xu Chuan was also very surprised. He rested his left hand on his chin and said doubtfully, "I always thought he would hire us to rescue people."
Smith opened the document and looked at it. "They have no choice. The rebels have completely opened up the road between the capital and Aden. If the rebels start attacking, it won't take a few hours for large forces to reach the city gates. That won't be the small skirmishes we have now. At that time, these government officials will only be able to choose to escape by boat."
Nikita said, "Can they still organize an effective counter-offensive now? If I remember correctly, the Government Army can currently only mobilize the garrison troops near Aden and a small number of special forces. A large part of the main force is fighting the rebels in the north."
"Don't think too complicated. You'll know if you watch TV. Although the United States has only expressed concern about the situation in Yemen, the Fifth Fleet has already begun combat deployment in the Red Sea, and Saudi Arabia has publicly stated that it will support the current Yemeni government. The first batch of aid supplies will arrive in Aden tomorrow, including tanks, armored vehicles, and various light and heavy weapons, enough to arm a division. Even if the current Yemeni government is just putting on a show, they still have to formulate a decent counter-offensive plan, otherwise the next batch of aid might not be so easy to get," Smith explained, flipping through the documents.
"So the key now is, how much money are they willing to pay?" Xu Chuan asked curiously from the side.
Michael twitched the corner of his mouth. "500 US dollars per person per day."
"Tsk, this bitch must not have woken up this morning." Xu Chuan instantly lost interest and slumped onto the table.
"500 per person, that price is fair enough," said Williams, the demolition expert, from the side.
"Hey, rookie, have you forgotten that this is a company mission? Even if the boss is always generous, the company still has to take a 40% commission, otherwise it won't be able to cover expenses. Do you think the top-tier equipment you're using now is all provided by the employer? Calculate how much is left after that," Curtis explained from the side.
Xu Chuan lay on the table, squinting and thinking, then suddenly looked up. "No, Michael, tell him we have the latest intelligence on A LS De. 200 people, 800 per person per day, one month paid in advance, and we get priority use of new equipment."
Looking at the familiar smile on Xu Chuan's face, Michael and Nikita exchanged glances. "Bell, setting aside whether we even have 200 people, what new trick do you have up your sleeve now?"
"Alas, can't you speak properly? It's not easy for me to exhaust myself so much for the company's development."
"OK, OK, so what do you want to do?"
"I heard that most of the people we trained before are now at the airport and port, right?" Xu Chuan looked at Curtis and Masuku, who were the main people in charge there previously.
"That's right, although I don't understand why elite combat personnel trained should be performing guard duties," Curtis shrugged and replied.
"Contact some trustworthy people and tell them we can send their families to the United States or Europe, and they can also make a small fortune."
"Nikita, quickly contact Adams. His ship should be nearby. Tell him we now have a division's worth of equipment to sell, 40-60 split."
Masuku, a former British Royal Engineer who was drinking water, directly spat it out. Curtis, who was sprayed all over, shouted, "Dude, you're really f*cking disgusting."
Looking at the bewildered expressions of the group, Xu Chuan instantly felt a sense of intellectual superiority. "Believe me, no one will care about this equipment. If we don't act fast, by the time those hairless but shrewder Yemeni officials react, we won't even get a single bullet."
It's signed! One chapter to celebrate.
