Xia Yu never expected such a coincidence. It turned out that he was the one who caused the whole thing. It just goes to show how unpredictable things can be!
At the same time, the more Old Anka looked at Xia Yu, the more unfathomable he seemed.
According to residents of the Black Point community, two villas were under construction simultaneously in Zone C, with a Chinese construction team working on them. However, the local headquarters of the construction team has been abandoned, and the team has all withdrawn to Busa.
Xia Yu did not evacuate with the main force, but instead stayed in Boge Village, which was not far away, despite the chaos.
This confidence combined with his skills definitely makes him a master among masters.
Old Anka was very curious about how he would solve his problems.
"The force that Konluga sent to respond to the Panaka rebellion this time was an armored infantry battalion, with three BMP-1s, six BTR-60s, and six 81mm mortars..."
As a contractor eager for a contract, Xia Yu has been quite busy these days.
They spent US dollars to connect to the satellite network and found this publicly available information on the relevant UN project website.
Compared to the mechanized infantry battalions of military powers, the Afika forces have a large number of personnel, but their equipment is severely downsized.
That's how it is when you're broke; you just get by.
"Aside from the BMP-1 that has already been destroyed, I don't know how much of the remaining equipment is out of service, how much has been sold on the black market, or whether they have recruited more personnel."
"One price, one million US dollars, and I'll take them all down for you."
Xia Yu stopped beating around the bush and gave his price directly.
This price is reasonable and justified. Internationally renowned military contractors, not to mention how much higher their quotes would be, would take forever to deploy their personnel and equipment. Xia Yu's price is truly the best value for money.
However, the object of his sentence was "them," meaning that while the equipment targets were easy to deal with, a battalion of people was a bit too many.
Paying more money won't solve it. He's not the real Yan Shuangying, and the system doesn't add experience points for kills. The vehicle's target will always be another vehicle.
Old Anka frowned, his mind racing.
If we don't spend this money, my son will most likely be unable to defeat the rebels and won't be promoted, making all the previous activities a waste.
By spending this money, Xia Yu can fulfill the contract, and his son might even be promoted to lieutenant colonel, if not major.
Even if only half of the contract is completed, it will greatly weaken the rebels, and my son will definitely be able to win.
As for not completing even half of it, he will only lose the advance payment, and the business can still be done.
"It would be a pleasure to cooperate with you!"
Their hands clasped together; one can only say that old Anka, a businessman, has great charisma.
Xia Yu also won his first military contract, with US dollars and experience waving to him.
Our Captain Anka was still listening to hip-hop music in the car, using shaking to relieve his tension, unaware that the rank of two bars and two stars was already prepared for him.
This is probably what fatherly love is all about!
Carrying the heavy $200,000, Xia Yu felt a little guilty.
He shouldn't stereotype all Black people because of the poor performance of their fellow countrymen in the North American theater.
The 200,000 is an advance payment; the remaining 800,000 will be paid after he completes the contract.
As for whether the other party would refuse to pay, Xia Yu had not considered that question.
For him, demanding unpaid wages by force was not a difficult task; fulfilling the contract was the most important thing.
“Mr. Doma, I need Domi’s help.”
Xia Yu found Old Duoma and made his request directly.
Facing a platoon of rebels, he can try to go all out; facing a battalion of rebels, individual heroism is unacceptable.
Xia Yu needs equipment, intelligence, and reliable assistants.
Domi was a calm and quiet man, and he wanted to recruit this young man.
“Mr. Xia, you are a capable man. I think Domi has a better future following you than going to the outlaws, so I will entrust him to you.”
Doma, smoking his own rolled cigarette, overturned his previous plans.
There are no freeloaders outside the law; if you want citizenship, you must first serve your country for five years.
Five years is full of uncertainties, and things have already gotten messy. He has to find a new path for his son.
He had talked with Sophia and Zhuzi over the past two days, and combining their perspectives gave him a more comprehensive understanding of Xia Yu, making him realize that Xia Yu was indeed a good boss, and very powerful.
That's enough. Domi won't go wrong following him.
Domi himself was also very excited about this, his dark cheeks flushed, carrying his "crippled" gun.
"Domi, you'll be using this gun from now on!"
Xia Yu handed the AK-105 he had used to Domi.
He also had a spare submachine gun in the trailer cab, and he was more skilled with light and heavy machine guns than rifles, and he was also quite good with pistols.
"The bullet caliber is different. We'll fire a few more magazines to get used to it. We'll probably set off the day after tomorrow."
"Yes, sir!"
Gripping his new gun tightly, Domi responded loudly.
"By the way, you like operating excavators, right? After this deal is done, I'll teach you how to drive a tank."
Since the boss, Xia Yu, has changed industries, the employees he had booked naturally have to change as well.
He believed that Domi would definitely become an excellent tank driver.
As for the pillars?
When he gets a little older, if Sophia agrees, he will be the designated loader for non-Soviet vehicles, the cheerleader for Soviet vehicles, and the black lucky cat of the engineering team.
Zhu, who was still digging and building a house for his grandfather, was unaware that this was how his godfather had arranged things for him. He clearly...
The young man hadn't really thought about what he wanted to do in the future; he only remembered that Xia Yu had paid him a salary.
Unfortunately, the company has suspended its civilian business and will only provide military contracting services from now on.
Gunshots rang out rhythmically from the woods behind the village, and Xia Yu pulled out his satellite phone.
"Hey John, long time no see. I'm looking to get some serious stuff from you."
John was a French-American Black man and a small-time arms dealer who operated on a freelance basis.
Small size doesn't mean cheap; his products are generally on the expensive side, but business has always been good.
In Afica, small business owners like Xia Yu all have some need for personal defense.
They looked down on the scrap metal discarded from previous wars, and the stockpiled standard weapons were also unpopular; everyone wanted to do something different.
John, with his unconventional approach, seized the opportunity and offered to supply most of the mainstream small arms in Europe and America, which immediately captured the customers' attention.
For example, you might be able to buy a certain generation of Glock 17 elsewhere, but John has seven or eight Glock models for sale. Even if the one you want isn't available, you can still order it, and it will be delivered to you within a month at the latest.
Xia Yu's AK-105 has a specially customized desert camouflage, and the aftermarket fishbone mount is also full of various accessories.
Such thoughtful service would definitely come with a premium, but do we look like people who are short of money?
"No problem, but as you know, the price will be adjusted slightly given the current situation."
Let it rise, there's no business without investment, he needs even more firepower now.
After arranging the delivery time and place with John, Xia Yu made several more phone calls, using all the connections he had built up over the past year.
If you don't burn incense regularly, you can't cling to Buddha's feet when it's too late.
The next morning, Xia Yu went to the city alone.
Old Li's pickup truck has been completely refurbished; he made some minor modifications specifically for battlefield survivability.
Of course, the supports on the back of the truck are detachable, so it wouldn't be good if they scared the nearby residents.
Picking up the goods in several locations, Xia Yu could see on the way back that the nearby commercial street was much deserted, and all the small vendors that used to be everywhere had disappeared.
Only by eliminating the rebels here as soon as possible can we restore the prosperity of the past.
"Squeak~~"
Xia Yu braked his pickup truck to a stop and shook his head as he looked at the van and two motorcycles blocking his way.
He knew the area was unsafe, but how did it get this bad?
"Splash~~"
Xia Yu grabbed the AK-105 from the passenger seat, cocked it, and opened the car door.
"Da~da~da~~"
A burst of bullets took down the thug who didn't even have an AK, and also punctured the van's fuel tank. Then, an F1 lemon was thrown over.
"Boom!"
To protect Kong Lujia's safety, a heavy hand must be dealt with; these highwaymen have run right into Xia Yu's line of fire.
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