I almost felt like I was back in the early 20th century, but it's the 21st century now, and the US is only interested in Mexico's cheap labor.
As for territory, even if a country possesses abundant oil, gas, and mineral resources, they can still harvest them in other ways.
For example, Mexico can produce 2 million barrels of crude oil per day, but most of it has to be sold to refineries in the United States for refining, and then the finished oil products are imported back to Mexico.
This is a lucrative business, like Marquez's business in oil and gas, but only a small part of his business is independent refining.
If industrial strength is insufficient, one can only serve as a "gas station." Furthermore, due to various reasons, the oil in Mexico does not breed mold, so the M2 Bradley infantry fighting vehicle should not be present here.
But this couldn't possibly be equipment belonging to the Guatemalan army, could it?
Of course not. Perhaps the heavily armed US PMC companies don't operate in China. CJNJ, who lacks a serious understanding of the modernization level of private military contractors, finds it hard to imagine all this.
But in a few years, Grenfell, disguised as a PMC company, will expand like a snowball.
Its cross-cultural effect allows even those who know nothing about military affairs to chat about it, showcasing the upper limit of "private military power" to the world.
That's a level that concentrated fire defense can't reach, but his weasel-like defense is no less impressive.
Old Ye Fu may seem well-dressed, but he is too close to politics. After several conversations with him, Xia Yu could hear his desire for power in his words and actions.
Well, Yevgeny is no longer the pure businessman he once was, and this kind of mentality can easily lead to trouble.
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Putting those aside for now, Elmenjohn didn't have a good solution for the time being, as he couldn't connect the attack on PMC with the attack on his own group.
“Odias, go to the safe house first. I will find out what happened as soon as possible.”
After Lao Ai finished speaking, he hung up the phone and called over his confidant, who looked flustered outside, and ordered him to issue a silence order to all second-line units in the name of the CJNJ Special Forces Supreme Command.
"Put aside the operational plans with the CDS, the military, and the police, but our cargo cannot be stopped."
Elmenjoe issued the group's highest directive.
As drug cartel members, their daily work involves more than just transporting and selling laundry detergent. Fighting with rivals for territory and using inside intelligence to attack and inflict damage on Mexican military and police forces also constitutes a significant portion of their operations.
CJNJ is currently in a state of shock and confusion, and all the grudges and disputes can be put on hold for a while, but the "medicine" really cannot be stopped.
If they can't ship their goods, they will lose not only profits, but also a large amount of cash flow and market share in the United States.
Their fierce battles with the CDS Blood Alliance (Sinaloa Cartel) in Mexico can be seen as a continuation of business competition in North America.
Once CJNJ's freight shipments stop reaching the US, those competitors with smooth transportation channels will scramble for the share they worked so hard to secure, and that damn CDS will get the biggest slice.
"You go to Michoacán immediately and supervise the Menjo Special Forces to get things done."
"Yes, Jefe!"
Old Ai's confidant took the order and left, but as soon as he left, Xia Yu also emptied the spare ammunition from the gantry and Gatling gun turret.
"Splash splash"
"call out"
Just as Lao Lu Hu turned his helicopter around, preparing to withdraw from the battlefield, a bright light shot from the stronghold into the night sky, and the infrared seeker locked onto the helicopter's infrared signature and began to accelerate.
"Knock knock knock"
"boom"
The sound of gunfire, even more rapid than that of a single-barreled machine gun, rang out. This portable anti-aircraft missile, which had not yet accelerated to Mach 1, was locked and tracked by the radar of the Red Cheetah. A burst of 35mm programmable airburst rounds directly destroyed it, turning it into the most dazzling fireworks in the night sky.
Such a large outpost indeed has individual anti-aircraft firepower. CJNJ must have prepared contingency plans to defend against military helicopters. However, it seems a bit late to deploy the missiles only after everyone else has finished fighting and is about to withdraw.
"withdraw!"
After completing their interception mission, the Snow Leopard vehicle crew, which had been hiding in the shadows, quickly withdrew. The first phase of the operation was a bit intense, as they were operating as a single vehicle crew this time, without any friendly forces to support them.
If the enemy catches up, a burst of general-purpose machine gun fire won't penetrate the armor of the Cheetah A9, but destroying millions of radars would be a piece of cake.
Fortunately, Lao Lu was overthinking it. Xia Yu knocked out all the armored vehicles in sight as soon as he arrived, so the surviving CJNJ members couldn't possibly chase after them on foot.
"Splash splash"
By the time he flew back to his temporary camp in the wilderness, it was almost dawn.
Old Ma and his son were waiting for Xia Yu's return. In the few hours that Jihuo Defense and DEA had been conducting their operations, the father and son had already had an in-depth conversation.
“Papá, I want to start a company, a PMC company like Firepower Defense.”
After Rudolf expressed his desire to retire from tennis to his father, he also stated his ambitions.
"Concentrated fire defense is certain to destroy CJNJ, but even if CJNJ is gone, there are still CDS, CDG, CDN, CCYG... Facing these vicious drug cartel groups, guns alone are far from enough; we need armored vehicles and armed helicopters."
As if he had grown up overnight, Xiao Lu had come to understand the true meaning of firepower and realized that the military and police in Mexico were unreliable.
To protect themselves, their family must legally control a formidable military force.
If drug cartels are illegal armed groups protecting their laundry detergent businesses, then PMC is a legitimate armed group fighting crime.
“You’re absolutely right. Firepower can only solve the problem temporarily. They can’t change this country. In the end, we have to do it ourselves.”
Looking at his son, who was no longer laughing and joking, Old Ma agreed.
He doesn't have any political demands, but as one of the top 10 richest people, he can't just stand by and watch the country become such a mess.
It doesn't matter if the military and police are in a terrible state; the ordinary people can handle it themselves. It's just a matter of losing a little money anyway.
Rather than letting Rudolf defeat us as he has done before, let's support him and start a PMC company.
Moreover, Lao Ma was also afraid of retaliation from the remnants of CJNJ, so Jihuo Defense couldn't stay in Moxi's place forever, not to mention that their fees were quite expensive when they were operating at full capacity.
With the same 500 million, you could buy so many weapons and equipment!
Of course, he agreed with his son's idea because he saw that Xia Yu, the boss, was taking action personally.
If it were a gunfight with frontline combatants and drug cartel members, he would never have allowed Rudolf to set up such a PMC company.
PMC companies, which can be further subdivided into information-based and integrated operations, employ technical staff who operate various vehicles; the risk factor is not high.
So when his son wanted to set up a company similar to Jihuo Defense, Márquez wholeheartedly supported it.
However, this matter cannot be accomplished overnight, since Rudolf has no military or entrepreneurial experience, even though he can provide his son with $500 million to practice.
However, private military contractors are different from ordinary businesses. If something goes wrong, it's not just a matter of losing money; there's a high probability of people dying. So, extreme caution is necessary.
"So, Mr. Marquez, you want Rudolf to intern at Firepower Defense?"
As soon as Xia Yu got off the plane, after hearing the wishes expressed by the father and son, he asked them again with some surprise, “Yes, Mr. Sherlock, in addition to protecting our own safety, my business also needs to strengthen security. After considering many factors, we believe it is necessary to establish a PMC company.”
Old Ma said seriously.
Speaking of which, it wasn't just Rudolf; his father also had a feud with CJNJ.
The laundry detergent business was very profitable, but the lion's share went into Hermencho's pocket.
In those more peripheral secondary units, where people die more often than they earn more money, people will take on part-time jobs to generate income, such as stealing oil.
Over the years, their family has definitely suffered losses of tens of millions of dollars, so this time it can be seen as settling both old and new scores.
By setting up a PMC company that could crack down on oil theft by lower-level drug cartel groups, he could then transfer security contracts between his own pockets and give them to his son.
"Of course, we are not professionals. We need your help to get this company up and running. Please be sure to invest your technology in us. Also, all the company's equipment will be purchased from Jihuo Defense."
Businessmen don't do charity when they're negotiating deals; Old Ma gave his quote.
In exchange for technical guidance, they received a 30% stake. It's hard to say how much profit this company will generate, but purchasing weapons and equipment from them is a real, tangible order.
The military's 8.5 billion yuan budget last year was only enough to pay and maintain the operations of 200,000 people, leaving no money for upgrading equipment.
However, it would be easy for Márquez to spend 500 million to purchase equipment and maintain an armed force of several hundred people. If he could achieve a balance between income and expenditure, he could further increase his investment.
After all, these drug cartels are incredibly wealthy. While they can manage light weapons, it's difficult for them to smuggle heavy equipment into Mexico right under the noses of the Americans, even with their money.
Therefore, most of their armored vehicles are modified pickup trucks and heavy trucks, and they don't have any standard equipment.
If one side has standard heavy equipment, then these drug cartel groups with large sums of dirty money become the weaker party.
"Well, since Mr. Marquez has said so, Focus Fire Defense is willing to establish a strategic partnership with you, and we also hope that Mr. Rudolf can learn something useful from our company."
After careful consideration, Xia Yu immediately agreed.
This can be considered a franchisee outside of directly operated branches. Jihuo Defense's heavy equipment cannot be deployed in the Americas for a long time, but there is no such problem when local PMC companies purchase weapons.
Jihuo Defense is only a minority shareholder, and its full-time employees are only technical consultants. The company's owners and employees are all locals from the Americas.
It's just that Central or South American people, those first batch of armored veterans trained to use upgraded weasels, can get a high-paying job in Mexico.
Without a doubt, machine guns are the best way to retaliate against drug cartel heavy machine guns.
"That's great! When can I start?"
Rudolf asked excitedly.
"Let's do it now. Go get a set of bulletproof vest and helmet. There's an empty seat in our Weasel S30, but one thing must be made clear: even if you throw up, you have to do it on the vehicle. You absolutely cannot get off."
Xia Yu smiled meaningfully and said.
He wouldn't be a nanny. Xu Sanduo vomited a lot on the infantry fighting vehicle back then, which is a common ordeal for new recruits in the mechanized infantry company.
I wonder if the rich kid who drives a Ferrari with one hand can handle it and slowly learn how to be the boss of a PMC company.
"Yes, boss!"
Rudolf returned to the road in high spirits.
He had already vomited up his dinner from yesterday, so even if the car was bumpy, he wouldn't have anything left to vomit.
He was too young. When he actually boarded the Weasel S30, Rudolf discovered that a person could actually vomit bile.
However, before getting on the bus, he deleted all his short video accounts. He had cut ties with his past life and wanted to change his way of living.
The ostentatious lifestyle is dull and boring, and one is powerless to protect oneself in the face of a ruthless drug cartel.
But once he has his own PMC company, the balance of power shifts, and he will go from being the prey to the hunter.
To achieve this, Rudolf knew that his first step had to be taken firmly.
He's so young, he can't die from vomiting, but last night those drug cartel members were really beaten to death, most of them didn't even have a complete corpse, he still remembers it vividly.
"mouth area"
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While Rudolf was sweeping up CJNJ's next stronghold, Elmenjohn, who had received intelligence support, finally figured out what was going on.
"Focus Fire Defense comes from PMC in Afica, and DEA is also involved."
Thanks to the "Source"'s continuous tracking of Jihuo Defense and Xiayu, the intelligence in Lao Ai's hands was very comprehensive. After roughly reviewing it, he had a general understanding of the combat capabilities of this PMC company.
Seeing the accompanying results at the end, Elmenjohn knew that he hadn't lost unfairly, but he hadn't expected that old man Márquez would actually bring in such a helper.
Fortunately, Ai is not without connections. This PMC company isn't going to stay in Afica obediently; once they're here, they're not going to leave.
In the vast city of Moxi, there are plenty of places to bury hundreds of enemy troops.
Elmenjoy pulled out an encrypted satellite phone and dialed an unsaved number.
"...I need your help."
If a concentrated fire defense team lacks martial ethics and resorts to sneak attacks, then don't blame them for calling for reinforcements.
Although selling laundry detergent was disliked, no one disliked Franklin.
Elmenjo did have some friends, especially the one who sold him arms.
"Wait, what did you say about the other side being a concentrated fire defense?"
At first, the slightly hoarse voice on the other end of the phone didn't seem to register anything, but when Elmenjore mentioned the concentrated fire defense, he suddenly became excited.
"Yes, an Afica-based PMC company. Last night, they attacked many of my CJNJ locations and killed thousands of my men."
Old Ai said angrily.
Even if his subordinates die, he can be replaced as long as he has money. Mo Xi is dirt poor, and there are plenty of young people waiting to make a living in this industry.
Based on the compensation standard of 10,000 per person, plus the previous investments, the total losses amount to no more than tens of millions. But this is not about the money; it's about how Elmenjohn has completely lost face.
He was brave and aggressive from a young age, and his life revolved around his image. He violated a taboo by focusing his firepower on defense.
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