I stretched my stiff shoulders; I have to keep practicing tomorrow, and I can't neglect my pistol training either.
Whether it's the Glock 19 he uses regularly or the CZ75 he just acquired, he must practice until he can empty the magazine as quickly as possible while maintaining a certain level of accuracy.
The police officers in Lao Mei are very well trained in this regard; Xia Yu should learn from them.
Back in my room, before dinner, I called Lao Li to confirm the latest progress of the project.
The permanent vehicle yard is complete, and the nearby hangar and helipad are also under construction, so there's no need to worry about where to put the doe when it's transported back.
As for the system, like the ground vehicles, it initially opens a subspace hangar. To unlock more features, you either need to grind experience or exchange battle points. The pay-to-win channel is not available because it was released several hundred Earth years earlier.
One hangar is enough for now, but the preparation time is a bit scary, it takes 100 man-hours.
Even without printing the weapon system, it would still take more than 70 man-hours, nearly 3 Earth days. Considering that on-time delivery was more important, Xia Yu suspended the preparation of the female Hind.
Anyway, there's no rush, we can do it when we get back.
"So, Kabanda's intelligence team was completely wiped out, is that right?"
When Xia Yu finished eating, Brother Beard asked the man in the suit who had changed into a new suit.
"It should be correct. It's been almost a month since the last contact, and headquarters has also confirmed the family's situation. They haven't contacted their families, so it's certain that they've been eliminated."
The man in the suit stated this emotionlessly.
After all, it was just an intelligence team from PMC. The CIA has had its share of mishaps, but this also shows how capable they are.
They are well-organized, decisive, and their number of members is unknown, but their combat power is astonishing.
Putting aside their embarrassing incident, the company's desire to expand its business will inevitably lead to a confrontation with the other party.
Whether war will break out is a headache for headquarters; their branch offices have it much simpler—they just need to avoid being ambushed.
"If you ask me, arrest that Anka. He definitely knows the other party's background."
Beard Bro lives up to his muscles; his methods are consistently simple and brutal.
"Then you've gotten the company into big trouble. He got the medal and was promoted; he'll definitely be given important responsibilities in the future. If you make a move against him, the company will definitely hand you over first."
The man in the suit was very astute; those previous news reports were clearly a publicity stunt, and Anka was absolutely untouchable.
In addition, there is an unspoken rule in the PMC circle: try to be employed by governments that still have control, or by rebel forces that are in a very favorable position and have the best chance of gaining power.
In short, it means standing on the side of the person most likely to win.
The Panaka rebels are insignificant, and the situation in Busa is quite stable; those who try to take them down will definitely fail.
"If you don't want to arrest me, then don't. We'll see you in Panaka. Just because you're good at ambushes doesn't mean you can fight back."
Brother Beard's words make some sense. Because Xia Yu is new to the business, the only thing he can boast about is the raid that wiped out the entire Osa mechanized infantry battalion.
BMP-1's previous excavator battle in Black Corner Community was an emergency evasion; not only did it not officially enter the industry, it also failed to earn a single penny.
Therefore, the combat effectiveness of Xia Yu's small construction team is highly questionable.
The only way to verify this is through a direct confrontation, such as taking down an entire infantry battalion in broad daylight in a one-on-one fight.
Yes, one vehicle crew against one battalion.
Unbeknownst to them, Xia Yu's combat unit had become a battalion, even if it was just a scaled-down version of Afica's youthful, beggar-style battalion.
Boss Xia didn't care about that; what he cared about was turning a sneak attack into a direct assault, and that job had to be paid more.
Our prices are low, but we must guarantee a basic profit margin.
Burning money (losing money) to seize market share is a capitalist's strategy; small companies like ours can't afford to follow suit.
I just don't know if White Hat will agree. They've been around for almost twenty years, and their wealth is considerable.
Nothing happened that night. Xia Yu picked up her bag and went to the cafeteria for breakfast.
The menu is still the same three-piece set of toast, fried egg, and bacon, and the coffee is also made by a fully automatic coffee machine, which is only slightly better than instant coffee.
Xia Yu was missing the tofu pudding and fried dough sticks she had at the Xun Ke Chinese Restaurant. Whether it was savory or sweet, they were delicious!
Fortunately, we made a small profit this time, and we've already found teachers at the school and Chinese chefs.
When I contacted people in China a couple of days ago, they said their visas had been approved and they should be able to arrive in Kongluga before Xia Yu. So his wonderful life is about to begin.
Xia Yu bought over ten tons of soybeans this time, one of which was for himself. The tofu sold in town for 5 kilograms and two pieces was not tasty at all, so it was better to make it himself (as a chef).
With so many soybean purchasing points, he will have a year-round supply of tofu, tofu pudding, soy milk, dried bean curd sheets, vegetarian chicken, and dried bean curd sticks...
Cook: This boss is so demanding. It must be so hard to earn his salary of several thousand dollars.
Anyone want to earn 50 yuan?
After finishing breakfast, Xia Yu held up a copy of Simpson's and asked the few crew members who hadn't started work yet.
"Sir, let me do it!"
The Filipino crew member, though not the closest, but the quickest to react, immediately answered.
"Then it's yours. Help me fill all these magazines."
Ten 5-round magazines for sniper rifles, ten 15-round magazines for Glocks, and ten 15-round magazines for the CZ75.
Maintain it yourself, but outsource the reloading. Xia Yu was ravaged by machine gun ammunition belts back then, so it's good to pay for it now.
"Bang~ Bang~ Bang~~"
Sunlight streamed onto the deck, and everyone began to get used to the intermittent white noise of gunfire.
As Xia Yu was shooting, he felt his vision blurring, and there seemed to be something at the 10 o'clock position of the target ship.
"Calling Captain Antonio, calling Captain Antonio, there seems to be a container about 400 meters to our left stern."
Yes, a red 20-foot standard container.
Every year, thousands of containers fall into the sea due to weather, overloading, accidents, and other reasons. Not counting those that sink to the bottom because they are too heavy, about a hundred containers are discovered by passing cargo ships.
This is much more exciting than those container blind boxes at the port. It doesn't cost a penny, but getting them up here is a bit of a hassle.
The captain became interested immediately and came to the stern with his binoculars.
“Ricardo, let’s turn around. Mr. Sherlock has brought us good luck.”
Whether they made a fortune or not is unknown, but they were really lucky. Some ships never picked up a single container from their maiden voyage to their dismantling, and they almost missed out too.
The West African Star began to slow down and turn, and the crew operating the ship's crane immediately took their positions. Everyone wanted to see what could be taken out of the container.
Luxury car?
It seems like it's worthless after being soaked in seawater. A standard shipping container can be filled in three hours after being submerged in water, so this container is 100% wet.
"Buzz~~"
The crane hooked onto the corner fittings of the container, and then the steel cable began to tighten, finally revealing the entire red container above the sea surface, and then slowly placing it on the cargo hold cover.
The seal was made of steel wire, but a crew member simply grabbed a cable cutter and easily broke through the barrier.
So what exactly is inside?
"It absolutely must not be food."
Hearing a crew member mutter this, Antonio took a deep breath and opened the crate door.
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