Chapter 858 Let me give you a plan

When I returned to the venue, it was almost 12 o'clock.

The two sides seemed to be arguing fiercely, with red faces and thick necks. The clearest thing to hear was Andre's words: We have 12 armed helicopters!

He started the negotiation and ended it in the morning session, but because the other side had more people, it was a bit difficult to argue.

"It's not just 12 anymore. Today we received a batch of equipment for testing, including 24 armed helicopters of various models." Lei Zhen said with a smile, "They are all improved versions, mainly testing the new version of the fire control system."

The meeting room was quiet, and everyone at Marvel kept their mouths shut.

36 armed helicopters are enough to sweep across most African countries, and they are absolutely overwhelming.

"It's time for lunch. How about we talk afterward? President Marvell, negotiation is about sincerity, not an open quarrel."

"Okay, let's eat first, and we'll continue at 2 pm."

Lei Zhen turned and left, and Principal Del and Andre followed closely behind him and went to the restaurant to have dinner together.

While he was having dinner, he received a phone call.

The ground deployment has been completed, just waiting for orders.

Marvel also received a call that his son Hansen was kidnapped on the way back to the base and he didn't know who the enemy was.

The time from 12 o'clock to 2 o'clock was pleasant for Lei Zhen. After dinner, he went back and took a nap with Sophie in his arms.

But it was torture for Marvell, or even the whole morning.

Ever since the doves and others left the dinner yesterday, he knew that he had lost the initiative in the negotiations, and he even said that he didn't know how to talk next.

That's why you appear strong in the morning, it's because you feel weak inside.

Fortunately, their agents stick together, after all, it involves everyone's interests.

In addition, there is no need to worry about war, because the African Mercenary Union itself has a team of thousands of people, and coupled with the strength of other agents, there is always a chance to fight.

But now it seems that I can’t even put it together…

Negotiations continued at 2 p.m., and Marvell's attitude took a 180-degree turn.

"Mr. Shenhua, what we mean is that the high-end market belongs to you, you can do whatever you want with it, but the low-end market will be left to us."

"No one wants to start a war, because once a war breaks out, everyone will suffer huge losses, so please carefully consider our suggestions."

Give up the high-end market and keep the low-end market.

For the trade unions that have dominated Africa for many years, this concession is already very big.

"Are you kidding?" Lei Zhen laughed. "You still think I don't understand the mercenary mission model? The mission of the low-end market is to participate in various wars, be hired by various countries, and complete the occupation as the first echelon. Am I right?"

This is the low-end market, or more precisely, the cannon fodder.

After the war broke out, there were first crazy air strikes, and then a large number of mercenaries entered the battlefield and advanced.

After the occupation of cities and important strategic locations is completed, they will be handed over to the regular army to complete the mission.

The profits generated here are quite considerable. It can even be said that more than half of the profits in the mercenary industry come from the low-end market.

"You're really good at this. How many missions can there be in the high-end market? Most of them are still in the low-end market. If I agree to this, the Warrior Base will be ruined soon."

"There are hundreds of thousands of mercenaries in the world, and most of them are low-level. You're really smart, haha."

Lei Zhen lit a cigarette and sneered.

His Warrior Base is not aimed at high-end mercenary teams, but at low-end mercenaries.

There are only so many people who can make big money in this industry. The vast majority of people exchange their lives for a small amount of money. Do you expect to make money as a high-end mercenary?

What a joke! In the next few decades, the money earned from live streaming sales will be from ordinary people. Anyone who wants to make money from rich people by selling goods must be crazy.

The Warriors Base follows the traffic model!

With tens of thousands of people coming in and out every day, the base's income and expenditure can be broken even just through accommodation and meals, and the rest is net profit.

"If Mr. Shenhua is absolutely not suitable, you guys will focus on the low-end market and we will focus on the high-end market." Marvell stared at him.

"Mr. President, you're getting more and more joking. The high-end market is our main focus, and we have the hardware and software facilities to match."

"So what do you want?"

"Let me give you a plan and see if you can accept it."

Lei Zhen slowly lit a cigarette, paying no attention to the angry eyes on the opposite side.

"Abolish the mercenary union agent system. All agents worldwide will be merged into the Warrior Base and an information department will be established."

"The African Mercenary Union will be incorporated into the Warrior Base. It will be renamed the Brave Base and will be under the management, reorganization, and deployment of the headquarters."

"President Marvell is in charge of the Brave Base, and all actions must be directed by headquarters. What do you think of this suggestion?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the person opposite him slammed the table and stood up.

"Myth, are you crazy? You actually want to eat us in one bite?"

"We acknowledge your strength, but I'm afraid you're a bit too proud to play like this."

"Who gave you the courage? If all else fails, then let's fight. We don't know who will win!"

Having said that, there is no need to talk any further.

Irving, who was sitting next to him, was too lazy to coordinate. He could see that Lei Zhen had no intention of talking at all.

The reason why we spend a whole day talking here is probably that he is planning something.

"My rockets have locked onto the Warrior Base!" Marvel said with a gloomy face, "Now that it has come to this, there's no need to hide it."

He also took action and made deployments.

Rockets locked onto the Warriors base, and one round of bombing was simply unstoppable.

"Why don't you target the Hunter School?" Lei Zhen said with disdain, "The Hunter School is my base camp. The Warrior Base is just for fighting you. I can afford it, but you can't. As long as I wear you down, I can maximize my profits!"

Marvell's expression changed, and so did the agents' expressions.

They kept their eyes on the Warrior Base, but seemed to have overlooked that the Hunter School was the opponent's real base.

"And I've built many branch bases all over Africa, at least 30!" Lei Zhen continued, "Who the hell gave you the courage to put all your belongings against my pocket money?"

He glanced at his watch and it was already past three o'clock.

The office door was pushed open, and two mercenaries wearing red and black dragon masks escorted Hansen in.

"Hansen!"

"Father, save me!"

"Shenhua, what do you want to do? Let my son go!"

Lei Zhen looked disdainful. He stood up and walked to Hansen. He looked at his watch and saw the time. It was exactly 24 hours.

He pulled a pistol from the mercenary's waist and put it to Hansen's head.

"Shenhua, stop it! We can talk it out, we can..."

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out and Hansen was shot and killed.

"Hansen! Son!!!"

The conference room was filled with Marvel's screams of pain and anger. He rushed over to hold his son's body, his eyes becoming ferocious and bloodthirsty.