Many of the veterans Bill mentioned were unable to adapt to normal life after retirement, so they could only pick up guns and become mercenaries, until they died on the battlefield at an unknown time.
Many of them are Bill's tribesmen, and he doesn't want them to die on the battlefield, but if these war-traveled mercenaries are forced to stay in ordinary society, they might become violent maniacs or even murderers.
For example, one of his friends got drunk one time, took out his pistol and shot sparrows on the tree in his backyard.
The sound of gunshots frightened the neighbors, and soon some people said they were going to court to sue him and wanted to drive him away.
As a result, the man laughed wildly, smashed the windows with bullets, and went from house to house, throwing a dead sparrow in.
"Haha, tell me, which one flies faster, the bird or the bullet?
You will only complain like children, and if you are not convinced, you will have a showdown between cowboys, life or death!"
He just screamed and was dragged into prison by the deacons of the 7th Bureau. Fortunately, no one was hurt and with the help of his comrades, he was released after three months in prison.
As a result, on the day he was released from prison, he was so happy that he got drunk, placed 20 empty beer bottles on the eaves of his house, and started shooting again.
After he retired, that man would pull out a gun and shoot randomly whenever he got drunk. Who could stand this? Even his wife was so scared that she divorced him.
And this situation is not uncommon. People who have been on the battlefield for a long time have more or less mental illness.
They are unsociable, use violence when they disagree, or become violent when they are unhappy. Such veterans can no longer live a normal life.
To a certain extent, Renn also has incorrect views.
Bill looked helpless and said to everyone: "There are about 40 of my friends. Although they have psychological problems, they are rich in experience. As long as we add new people and train together, they will soon form combat effectiveness.
Of course, wages must be paid, and the pension after death cannot be reduced. After all, they also have families. If you agree to the conditions, I can gather them together immediately."
It is better to die on the battlefield than to let our comrades commit serious crimes and go to jail, and even harm their families.
This was also their own intention. After struggling for a long time, Bill decided to drag them into the Thorn Security Company.
Because he could see that Renn didn't care who was under his command, he only wanted results and benefits.
After pondering for a while, Ren nodded: "No problem, I want these veterans, and I will send someone to rent the farm right away.
Is there anything else that needs to be prepared?”
The golden autumn vacation is almost over. After finishing the matters here, he will ask for a leave from the school.
Bill took out a stack of documents, handed them to Ren, and explained: "To form two one-star hunting teams, you need to purchase 40 standard-quality Force firearms.
You need to reserve some ordinary demon-hunting bullets and armor-piercing bullets. In the next year or two, you will be dealing with ghouls on the plains, so you also need to prepare some white death liquid that can target them.
In addition, ordinary guns and ammunition, helmets, combat boots... I don’t need to emphasize these too much.
Of course, if possible, we will give priority to purchasing all weapons produced by the Steam Alliance, as their quality is better."
"Do you have channels to purchase the Steam Alliance's arms?" Ren asked.
You can also get these through the Witcher Guild, but you will have to pay an agency fee.
Bill smiled proudly: "Luka luka, of course, I used to be one of their old customers and bought a lot of arms from them."
After learning about it, he found that Bill's private channels were cheaper, so Renn left the purchase of equipment to him.
"I would like to ask, have we obtained various certificates and licenses for our company? We also have equipment licenses and other things."
Seemingly thinking of something, Bill asked seriously.
Not everyone can make war fortune, and it is difficult for ordinary people in the Kingdom of Falorland to obtain firearms usage certificates.
The Pugni Plain is too chaotic and there are a lot of guns. This does not mean that the law is not strict, let alone the need to purchase and use some Force firearms.
When it comes to mercenary business, you must solve various document problems for a large number of people under your command, otherwise it will not be legal.
This is not an easy task for ordinary extraordinary people. Extraordinary people use guns and ammunition personally, so it is easier to pass.
But now there is a group of people, most of whom are ordinary soldiers, and the documents are not so easy to obtain.
Ren sat on the chair, crossed his fingers, and said with a smile: "No problem, everything has been approved."
There are people in North Korea who are easy to work with, no matter what country they are in. In terms of the weapons and equipment license of the security company, Carlos the Gunner gave him the maximum help.
As long as they don't purchase banned psychic explosives like "Red Flame Crystal" in large quantities, it can be solved for Ren, who has now reached some kind of deal with Carlos.
He had some connections. He glanced at Ren in surprise and Bill nodded. He was planning to do this himself. Now that he had done it, it saved him a lot of effort.
He felt that he, the old man, had seen the right person. Different from the past, this time, he tied himself to the chariot of Thorn Security Company.
In addition to the high price offered by Ren, he was not willing to just become a rich man and enjoy his old age.
He is a man who cannot sit still. Even when he is old, he will fight to the last moment and end up on the battlefield.
Lane picked up the stack of information on the farm outside Wilton and began to look through it. There were several photos on it.
Bill spoke up at the right time: “A hunting and entertainment farm covering an area of 40 hectares, the natural scenery is primitive and simple.
Most of the farm is forest, with a small lake and two small ponds, a 200-meter-high mountain, a canyon and a meadow.
Most of the woods are dominated by oaks, pine, and fir. These trees can be cut down freely, and there are many kinds of animals, including deer, geese, ducks, turkeys..."
But for such a large farm, the rental price is very cheap, almost cabbage price, because the farm is about to close down and there are more wild animals than domesticated ones.
Jenny on the side was holding a cup of coffee and shook her head: "This farm is actually not suitable for farming. Now, except for the trees inside that can be harvested for some money, it is a completely useless asset.
The geographical location is too remote, close to a forest, the terrain is complicated, and the guardrails are not easy to use. The chickens and ducks are all gone after raising them. The businessman at the beginning also got excited and started the farm with enthusiasm.
Coupled with poor management, it is now becoming a wasteland, and the businessman himself has not visited this property for several years."
She used to be a staff member of the city hall and is quite familiar with some of the surrounding conditions.
Ren smiled: "However, elite field troops that are very suitable for military training and adapt to various conditions require complex terrain and arduous training."
Sigg's expression was wretched, and he suddenly laughed: "I like field battles, boss. I hope to recruit some female soldiers to field... ahem, train together."
