When Domi was waiting for the second battery, Old Doma came over with his old bullpup AK and two young men.
Although the village was relatively united, Xia Yu still decided to establish a full-time armed village protection team and hired Old Doma as its captain with a monthly salary of $800.
And so, both father and son became Xia Yu's employees.
As for losing half a hand, it doesn't prevent Old Doma from firing with his left hand; he can even change magazines with one hand.
Xia Yu was also surprised to see this; back then, he had only heard that the infantry brothers next door would train in this way.
Unexpectedly, with a large population and numerous wars fought, talented individuals have emerged from among Black people.
"Sir, there is nothing unusual nearby."
Old Duoma immediately saluted Xia Yu.
Xia Yu thought to himself that Domi had learned it from his father; their styles were exactly the same.
"Doma, relax. Not many people do bad things during the day; they only have an opportunity at night."
Xia Yu returned the greeting, patted Old Dorma on the shoulder, and gestured for him not to be so nervous.
He had just seen the thermal imaging footage from the drone, and there were no suspicious heat sources outside the construction site.
"Then I'll have a smoke, and after I finish, I'll go take a look at the woods behind the village."
Old Dorma grinned, revealing his large yellow teeth, instantly highlighting the harmful effects of smoking.
"Here, try this. It won't make you cough."
Seeing Old Dorma take out his hand-rolled cigarettes, Xia Yu waved his hand and handed him a pack of red cigarettes.
Xia Yu isn't a smoker, but how can you work on a project without offering cigarettes?
He always had cigarettes on him, hard-pack Huazi cigarettes, which weren't the best, but the price was much higher here than in China.
"It smells quite good, but it's a bit weak."
Old Dorma gave a detailed critique.
He still prefers stronger cigarettes, but this one is quite well-made and even has a filter.
"Keep it for smoking, it'll keep you awake at night."
When Old Dorma handed back the remaining half-pack of cigarettes, Xia Yu told him to keep it himself.
After making money, Xia Yu became much more generous.
Before he went bankrupt, he could only afford to treat his driver to iced tea, and at most, he would buy a pack of Yuxi cigarettes when he worked overtime. Hua Zi, on the other hand, would only get one during the Chinese New Year.
After watching Old Doma lead his men into the forest, Xia Yu replaced Domi.
The two flew through six batteries in one afternoon and gradually became more proficient in operating the agricultural drone.
I'll have a deeper understanding after a hands-on experience someday.
The opportunity came quickly. Two nights later, Xia Yu was interrupted by a radio interruption as he was about to go to bed after switching to an electric mosquito repellent.
"Calling sir, calling sir, there's noise outside the village, it's the sound of a car engine."
Old Thomas called out over the radio.
During the day, he couldn't hear the various noises on the construction site at all, but at night, when everything was quiet, the sound of the engine was very clear.
Both Doma and his son had excellent hearing, so they noticed something amiss during their patrol.
However, there weren't even streetlights in Bogo Village, so even though he heard the noise, he couldn't see the other person.
“Call Doma, tell me the general direction.”
Xia Yu put on his pants, grabbed his gun, and walked out while talking.
"I'll take some men and head to the southeast of the village entrance."
"No need, you just guard the village entrance. I have other ways to deal with them."
Instead of taking Doma's suggestion, Xia Yu woke up Domi, who was sleeping in the outer room, and asked him to help move the plant protection machine box in the corner to the outside.
After powering on and waking up, the release mechanism was tested several times and found to be working properly. Two 81mm mortar shells with fuses were also mounted on the belly of the aircraft.
"Waaah~~"
The mG-1S took off and quickly disappeared into the night.
The village of Bogo, as seen in thermal imaging, has a roughly visible outline on the screen, and the three people lying on the earthen slope at the village entrance are Doma and his companions.
By controlling the drone to fly southeast, Xia Yu clearly identified the car engine heat source.
These people made a big mistake. They shouldn't have driven so close at night. Just to save a few hundred meters, they exposed themselves.
It's unclear whether there are any more inside the car, but there are three humanoid heat sources scattered within a 30-meter radius of the car.
I've heard that modern high-tech camouflage uniforms have heat-resistant imaging capabilities. These three sneaky people are clearly not regular soldiers, so he doesn't need to worry about anything when he makes his move.
This 81mm shell has a kill radius of 35 meters, and even if that radius is doubled to 70 meters, there is still a risk of being hit.
After some mental calculations, Xia Yu readjusted the range of the plant protection machine and pressed the spray button.
"Boom~~~"
The flames and smoke from the explosion spread outwards, briefly malfunctioning the thermal imaging camera for a few seconds before the image was transmitted again.
"Call Doma, the enemy has been completely suppressed. Go and see if there are any survivors."
"Doma received it, I'll be right there."
Xia Yu controlled the drone to drop another mortar shell into the distance, then handed control to Domi and drove over.
Because the shell landed on the other side of the fuel tank, the pickup truck was not destroyed.
Similarly, of the three, only one was unlucky enough to have his carotid artery severed by shrapnel, and he died by the time Xia Yu arrived.
The same thing happened with the two survivors. Xia Yu used the fire extinguisher in the car to put out the fire on the burning car door before he had time to come over and observe the two lucky ones who had been stunned.
Wearing secondhand clothes that cost only a few cents a pound and came from who-knows-where, he was low-key yet looked very unusual, because the Beretta 92F belt around his waist still smelled of gun oil.
Whether it's from the Shang or Zhou dynasties is unknown, but brand-new stock like this isn't cheap in Afica; it's not something ordinary bandits can afford.
He handed the gun to Doma beside him; his old friend was missing a pistol, and this would be a perfect match.
It's a bit of a shame that the long gun was on that dead man; his nearly new AR-15 was destroyed by a shrapnel shot.
This gun is very common in North America, and there's even a saying that you can't escape it forever. But it's relatively rare in Afica, where the AK is the mainstream.
Xia Yu had a guess, so he had the two guys tied up and thrown into the trunk, while he ransacked the pickup truck again.
We'll ignore changes of clothes and personal items; the focus will be on paper documents and electronic devices.
One Nikon camera doesn't recognize the model number, one laptop recognizes the model number but doesn't have the password, and the paper documents consist of several maps and a notebook.
He shone a flashlight through it and found it was written in French, containing various notes about his search for a PMC company with an unknown name.
Could it be that they're looking for me?
Xia Yu then realized that he hadn't named the company yet.
The Xia's International Earthwork Excavation Engineering Co., Ltd. that Xia Yu previously operated was too suggestive, and coupled with its connection to his real identity, Xia Yu International used shell companies that were several layers deep when making purchases.
As you read on, this guy is quite clever; he bribed a soldier in Little Anka's unit and found out that the company's owner seems to be Asian.
This soldier also heard from one of Anka's confidants that he had previously been on official business in a place called Bogo village and had met an Asian there.
This is what a mob is.
Black Brother's troops are like sieves; they have no sense of secrecy and are sold off for money as soon as they turn their backs, unaware that they are selling their lives for money.
“Sir, Luba said he knew one of them; he was from the neighboring village of Waha and later moved to the city.”
Old Dorma came over to report that Luba was a member of the village protection team, a rather strong young man.
“I know, that was a guide hired by someone else. It’s really not easy to find Bogo Village with just a map. You can give him this 100 yuan as a reward.”
Xia Yu looked away from the notebook and then took out a Franklin note from his pocket.
A good boss is one who clearly distinguishes between rewards and punishments; this will also save you some effort when questioning them later.
These three individuals were clearly educated Social Intelligence personnel, armed guards with a certain level of combat capability, and a guide familiar with the route.
A pretty good lineup. If the enemy hadn't discovered and struck first, they might have actually found out their secrets.
Xia Yu knew that making such a big deal out of the first order would attract some attention, but he didn't expect that there would actually be people who wanted to get to the bottom of things. Perhaps they saw him as a competitor!
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