With this mindset, Old Anka, who was about to meet Xia Yu, was somewhat apprehensive.
He knew the other party was a ruthless person when they first met, and the Black Corner Community's record proved it, but that was an entire mechanized infantry battalion after all!
Now, the organization of this battalion should have been erased, and black smoke rising from the camp can be seen from afar through the car window.
The closer you get, the clearer it becomes: the wide-open gate, the buildings on fire and collapsed everywhere, the wreckage left after the armored vehicles burned, and a man sitting in front of the battalion headquarters building eating.
"Papa, that's Osa!"
Little Anka pointed to the black-bearded major next to Xia Yu and said.
Old Anka swallowed hard and jumped out of the car before it had even come to a complete stop, because Osa had already come up with some wild ideas.
"Mr. Sherlock, we've arrived."
Sherlock is the name Xia Yu signed on the contract, and it was also the English name he gave himself in high school.
I looked it up and found that it originated from Scottish Gaelic. The most famous character is probably Sherlock Holmes, while the Sherlock in The Merchant of Venice is Shylock.
When navigating the world of entertainment, it's always safer to use a stage name, as Mr. Shuren has experienced firsthand.
After finishing the last slice of lotus root, Xia Yu, with her mouth full of red oil, put down her chopsticks and looked for a tissue.
"I have some here..."
Old Anka's chubby face suddenly widened, and he handed over a pack of wet wipes with a big smile.
"Have your son send people to clean up the camp again; there should still be dozens of people who haven't escaped."
Wipe your mouth clean, Xia Yu kindly reminded you.
After hearing this, Anka shuddered, turned around, and adopted the air of a captain and deputy battalion commander, ordering the two infantry platoons that had just gotten off the vehicle to go and sweep them away.
"Mr. Sherlock, here is the remaining balance."
Without Xia Yu taking the initiative, Old Anka simply turned the suitcase upside down and opened the lid, revealing about twenty stacks of Franklin mixed in with a golden sheen.
“We signed a one-month contract, but I didn’t expect you to complete it in less than a week. So I took the liberty of exchanging it for gold worth $520,000, with a purity of 99.99%. Please understand.”
Old Anka's tone was humble, which reflected respect for Xia Yu's strength, but even more so, gratitude.
Don't be fooled by Osa's seemingly harmless appearance while lying on the board; given his son's command skills, even a simple escape might not be enough to get him out of the enemy's clutches.
But now, military merits, seniority, promotions, and wealth are all beckoning to his son.
Although he spent the money, wouldn't his son's superior, the battalion commander of another infantry battalion, have the same 1 million?
It definitely exists, it's just that there's no channel for it.
My son told me that yesterday, that camp sent two platoons and two armed pickup trucks to launch a surprise attack.
As it turned out, the enemy only sent one BTR-60, and their two pickup trucks were blown up, leaving behind the bodies of two squads.
That makes sense. Osa must have planted people in the enemy camp, and maybe even in his son's camp.
Luckily they hired Sherlock, otherwise they would have been ambushed too.
"So, it's a pleasure doing business with you?"
"Very enjoyable!"
They took the closed suitcase and shook hands.
Putting on sunglasses, Xia Yu got into a nearly new military jeep.
This also seems to be one of Mr. Osa's belongings. Thinking of this, Xia Yu crossed himself to thank him for his last gift.
Xia Yu started the car and drove away. On the way, he saw Xiao Anka's men holding down a string of disarmed rebels, with a professional-looking cameraman filming them.
This old Anka is very clever; he knows the power of propaganda and publicity even without being taught.
If you film the "battle" here, then add some footage of your son and edit it in, wouldn't you be able to reclaim the title of hero who conquered Konglujia?
Thinking of this, Xia Yu just smiled. He was not only not disgusted, but also very willing to cooperate with such a smart person.
In the Afica region, such people are few and far between. He has been here for almost three years and has only met one old Anka.
Oh, and Mr. Osa also counts, but unfortunately they are enemies, not friends. Otherwise, we could have had a long chat and become close friends.
Now that we are separated by life and death, all we can do is burn some paper replicas of Leopard 2 and M1 next year on this day, so that he can command them to his heart's content from below.
"We ordinary people are truly happy today..."
Humming a little tune, Xia Yu followed Gps's guidance and found Domi, who was covered in dust but still kept his gun on guard.
The pickup truck overturned 90 degrees to the side of the road, but the welding of the machine gun mount was so solid that it could still be used while suspended in the air.
"Sir, I..."
"No need to say anything, just tie the rope securely for me."
Xia Yu tossed one end of the tow rope and returned to the driver's seat.
"Bang!"
The pickup truck, which had come to a stop, crashed to the ground. After trying to start it, it could still be driven.
Waste is shameful. This car only had a little over 100,000 kilometers on it before. After the system was refurbished, the odometer was reset. It had only driven two or three hundred kilometers in total. I towed it back and refurbished it again, saving on bodywork.
At this moment, Sherlock Xia looks just like Sherlock Xia, but he is still very kind and approachable to his employees.
"Domi, here's your salary and combat bonus for this month!"
On the way back, Xia Yu, who was still driving, took out an envelope and slapped it on the chest of Duomi, who was feeling down after doing something wrong.
"mine?"
Domi's eyes widened. Although he often hunted and sold meat, this was the first time he had ever received wages.
"Sir, it's not even the end of the month yet..."
"I'm the boss, what I say goes. Let's order!"
Xia Yu interrupted Domi, saying that the envelope was found in Osa's office and the money was his leftover change.
Honestly, I feel like I owe this relationship to someone more and more.
He needs to add another battalion of American equipment next year, otherwise he won't be able to live with himself.
Domi opened the envelope with a slight tremor in his right hand; inside was a thin stack of Franklin.
Although he didn't know who the white old man on the card was, he recognized the number 100 and counted 15 cards in total.
The base salary is 1000 per month, and the combat bonus is divided into tiers according to the intensity of the battle, with 500 being the second tier, for a total of 1500.
It may not seem like a high salary, but considering that the average GDP per capita in the US is only a little over a thousand US dollars, this is already one of the highest salaries in the world.
In addition, the basic salary of non-French soldiers is only a little over a thousand euros, and they only receive more subsidies when deployed to dangerous areas.
If Domi works here in Xiayu until he reaches adulthood, he will definitely be able to save enough for the travel expenses and living expenses to go to the United States.
If he could get such a high salary in Konglujia, why would he need to go to the United States?
He could marry three or five wives like the richest man in the village, and raise a whole bunch of children, but is this really the life he wants?
Domi only followed Xia Yu for a few days, but he saw more of the world than he would in his entire life.
He began to realize that success wasn't about which country you went to, or how many wives and children you had, but about living a more fulfilling life than those around you.
Just as he had previously envied Kelong for being able to operate an excavator, he also became the envy of his peers in the village.
"You're just a soldier now. I'll teach you how to drive a tank later. Once you're proficient, I'll give you a raise."
Xia Yu continued to paint a rosy picture for Domi.
Technical personnel deserve better treatment, and as a boss with a technical background, he respects knowledge and experience.
Furthermore, due to the nature of the system, if his engineering team were to expand in the future, he could only recruit three or five retired special forces elites to form an elite infantry squad to maintain appearances. The majority of his personnel would need to be senior technical soldiers such as ace pilots and elite gunners.
When I was a child, I loved taking down an enemy with a single shot from 800 meters away. But as I grew up, I realized that being covered by fire from 800 miles away can also be quite romantic.
Aside from being quite expensive and having difficulty reducing costs and increasing efficiency, it has no other drawbacks.
Around noon, the two finally returned to Bogo Village.
After working through the night until dawn, Xia Yu finally couldn't take it anymore. He ate something quickly, went back to his room, and fell asleep immediately.
When he opened his eyes again, it was the next morning. He turned over and felt pain all over his body.
Lactic acid buildup after strenuous exercise, plus the bumps and bruises on the battlefield, is what happens; it will be fine once you recover.
Xia Yu found a clean change of clothes in her suitcase and took a shower with a pot of hot water that Sophia had boiled that morning.
His new house must have a dedicated shower room; if there's no bathtub, a hot water bath will do.
When I was a child, we used to take baths in a large pot next to the stove in the countryside. It's easier to find large-diameter pots here, and the adobe houses in Boge Village make it even easier to do so.
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