Sig glared at the old man Bill, who didn't know the Karo people, and glanced at Ren, who was as steady as an old dog.
Knowing in his heart that nothing could be done, he opened his mouth and said viciously: "Old man, be happy, I always respect the old and love the young, otherwise, I will hang you on a tree and whip you today!"
Bill's pupils moved and he glanced at Garcia, who was pointing a black Force pistol at him, Wen Xi, who was in a fighting stance, and Jenny and Susanna, who were looking at him warily.
He spread his hands and said innocently: "Everyone, don't get me wrong, it's just a discussion."
He just saw a young berserker with a little itchy hands.
After saying that, ignoring everyone's somewhat cold attitude, Bill walked up to Sigg with a smile on his face, reached out and touched his chest muscles, and said:
"Yes, although I have lost a little weight, I am stronger than ever. If I eat more beef in the future, I can become a real man again!"
He felt that the boy in front of him had quite good talent.
Pa, Sigur didn't buy it. He snorted coldly and slapped his palm away: "Old man, you are not bad, you are not old enough to carry a knife."
He knew that the strong old man in front of him was at least 70 years old, but even so, his strength had not declined much. Like him, he was a peak third-level [Blood-Blooded Berserker].
Bill didn't mind either, and finally stared at Ren, who was sitting on the chair nearby, and his pupils immediately shrank.
As if being watched by a beast, a sense of danger rushed over his face. Bill subconsciously tensed up his body, watching the smile on his face, and then slowly relaxed.
Ta-ta-ta-ta, he walked quickly to Ren and moved his nose as if he was sniffing something.
"Mr. Bill, welcome to Thorn Security Company. I'm a smelly man, I don't smell good."
Ren narrowed his eyes and looked at Bill's old face.
The opponent was very old, but in his perception, his energy and blood were still as strong as that of a bull, only slightly worse than Sig, which meant that Bill could still fight.
After taking a deep look at Ren, Bill touched his chin and sighed: "Yeah, it doesn't smell like girls, it's all made of perfume.
But you are amazing. You are young, you have killed countless people, and you have the demeanor I had back then, so you are qualified for this line of work!"
His perception was very sensitive, and the feeling Ren gave him was by no means as harmless as it appeared on the surface. It was like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, full of oppression.
"Come on, Mr. Bill, please sit down and let's talk business slowly." Renn said with a smile.
This instructor is pretty good, even Sigg and Garcia can accept his training.
In the dark sky, a crescent moon exudes a faint silver light, which is not blocked by clouds and fog, making it appear brighter and brighter.
"Come on, have another drink!"
Bill put his arm around Sigg's shoulders, poured him another large glass of strong drink, and laughed heartily.
Sigg's face turned red and he burped. Looking at Bill who had already drank three large bottles of spirits and was still in high spirits and not drunk at all, he exclaimed:
"Old man, are you made of alcohol?"
With an arrogant smile, Bill blew a kiss to Susanna and Jenny, which caused the two girls to roll their eyes.
He said with a smile: "Drinking, sex, wealth, violence and blood are all men's instincts.
The desire to mate, the impulse to destroy, endless greed...men have always had the habit of occupying and subjugating women, dominating and plundering wealth, and controlling and expanding power.
That’s why we, the Kaluo people, can always have a prosperous business. We are knives, we pay attention to credit, and we can always provide the best quality service to our customers.”
After that, he began to brag that he and his brothers once worked for a big shot and captured a beautiful princess from a small country. He resisted not having sex with her because the client required a virginity.
"It's a pity that you have reached the age where you can only think about it." Ren said inarticulately while biting the mutton skewers.
Garcia and Wen Xi laughed. Bill had agreed to do things for Ren, and they were now considered a group of people.
The old man blew his beard and glared: "Boss Ackerman, the old man can see that you haven't eaten meat before, you are a little virgin.
These two beautiful women are in vain. They have big breasts and big butts, and are prone to giving birth to babies."
With a wretched look on his face, he glanced at the beautiful Susanna and Jenny and said with a smile.
Whoosh!
A fruit knife came through the air, with a cold light on the blade. Bill reacted quickly and turned his head to avoid the flying knife.
Phew, a fork with four forks shot straight down. Bill, who was sitting on the ground, was startled and moved back.
With a clang, the steel dinner fork was stuck on the floor in front of his crotch, and Bill broke into a cold sweat.
Susanna and Jenny looked as if nothing had happened, as if they had not attacked him, and were eating the barbecue very gracefully.
He exclaimed: "Luka luka, my God, women are really scary."
He thought they were little women that Ren had conquered, but he hadn't eaten them yet, but he was totally wrong.
Sigg's face twitched and he gloated. He knew very well that Susanna and Jenny were not the kind of brainless little women, and even the boss couldn't take advantage of them now.
Sigg put his arm around Bill's shoulders and said carelessly: "Old Bill, let's talk about the princess. Is that pair really as big as a duck plow?"
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Bill curled his lips and said, "Why are you lying to me? If it weren't for my high moral integrity, most people might not be able to control it."
He did not reveal the specific situation. Although the 40-year confidentiality period has passed, it is their habit to be tight-lipped about their business.
"Here, the hard stuff you want!"
Garcia handed Bill a glass of "depth charge". The old man had an amazing amount of alcohol. He didn't drink ordinary champagne and red wine at all.
In his words, it was all fruit juice, not wine.
…………
This night was considered a great time for both host and guest. After confirming the conditions, Bill quickly signed the contract.
The old man was obviously a man of action, and he quickly prepared a training plan.
In the office, Bill, wearing a black vest and blue jeans, spread out a map on the table.
He pointed to a certain place and said loudly: "This is a farm that is about to close down outside the city of Wilton. The terrain is undulating and the vegetation is lush. It is suitable for military training."
He rejected the training ground originally selected by Rennes and the others in Durham City. It was a flat ground where they could only do basic training.
Company manager Jenny frowned and said, "The people haven't been selected yet."
Bill laughed, looked at Ren, and asked, "Do you need veterans?"
"What's the recruitment price?" Ren asked calmly.
Regardless of whether you are a new soldier or a veteran, the one who can make money is a good mercenary.
Bill sighed and said with some sadness: "That's it, our company's business is divided into two parts. If it is just pure security personnel, then we can directly recruit local personnel for training.
The veterans I'm talking about are not expensive, but they all suffer from war syndrome and have difficulty adapting to life in normal society."
