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Chapter 135 The Radiance of Radiant Defense

Chapter 135 The Glory of Glory Defense (Updated)

Author: Brilliant fireworks

Chapter 135 The Glory of Glory Defense (Updated)

"Do you think Faisal can really fly into the sky?" Donkey asked on the way back.

"How do I know?" Wang Zhen flattened his chair, put his hands behind his head, and said indifferently.

"Ah?" Donkey said with a tangled look on his face: "But let me listen, there is nothing wrong with your statement. It will definitely be recognized by the CIA and get financial support."

"Yes, it certainly can." Wang Zhen tilted his head and looked at the donkey, "But what does this have to do with soaring into the sky?"

"Didn't you say that?"

"You believe me when I say it. I also said I'm not angry."

donkey:!!!

His expression gradually became distorted, and he stretched out his hand to scratch his face. After holding it in for a long time, Donkey said with a sad face: "Don't be angry anymore, okay?"

"Okay." Wang Zhen agreed very simply.

donkey:!!!

Can you be a little sincere!

Now, Donkey couldn't tell which of Wang Zhen's words was true and which was false.

The donkey sniffed and suddenly began to miss the golden retriever.

It was great when Golden Retriever was the captain. If he made a joke about Golden Retriever, he would get a beating at most. But now, when will this worrying day end?

The soul was greatly traumatized.

"Does Faisal have no chance at all?" Donkey was at a loss for words.

"There is a high probability that he has no chance. His destiny is not strong enough. It would be better if he does not work hard to achieve results. Once he does work hard and achieve some results, Ace will definitely attack and kill him. Then it will depend on his luck."

"Then why did you tell him so much?"

"Do you think Faisal trusts me?"

"Sure, he'd just have to kneel down and kiss your boots."

"So, if there is a military need, he will definitely think of our order immediately. Man, it's been a week since the last mission. Who knows when the next mission will be. Don't you want to make money?

"Wang Zhen had the intention of playing two shots if there were dates but no dates.

Of course, if Feisal's hard work really pays off and he escapes the first wave of assassinations, it means that his destiny is still very strong, and Wang Zhen will not stand idly by when the time comes.

Donkey glanced at Wang Zhen secretly and made two tuts in his mouth. It was better to work as a worker. No matter what, he would have a stable income.

Being a boss is terrible.



On the first day, he taught Faisal, on the second day, he invited John to drink, and on the third day, he chatted with Salah.

Wang Zhen wanted to sell Korn Ferry immediately, but the problem was that he had only stayed in Iraq for half a year, and his network of connections was only so large. He couldn't be too active, so he could only wait.

At first, Wang Zhen could remain calm. After a week, Donkey, Poet and the others were enjoying themselves every day. Occasionally they would go to a place outside the city to shoot a few shots to keep up with their skills. The rest of the time was spent eating, drinking and having fun.

, but he couldn't sit still anymore.

After getting off the car and standing in front of the Imperial Barrier branch, Wang Zhen sighed heavily.

"Didn't you say you shouldn't rely too much on imperial barriers?" Donkey poked his head out of the driver's seat and asked.

"Did I say that?" Wang Zhen slowly turned his head and looked over expressionlessly.

"No!" the donkey replied immediately.

After the Xiao Benben incident, Donkey finally reached an agreement with Wang Zhen after many pleas, and he will work as a driver for Wang Zhen for the next month in exchange for Wang Zhen not retaliating against him in the future.

"You're making money, you're not shabby." Wang Zhen rubbed his face, changed his smile, and walked in.



"Why do you have time to come to my place today?" Daryl walked next to Wang Zhen and asked with a smile.

"I'm free." Now that he had decided, Wang Zhen no longer held back and said directly: "I've been idle for half a month. Do you have any tasks?"

"Missions? There are!" Daryl pointed to the large pile of documents on his desk, "There are too many, but I think you will look down on that kind of mission. It's high risk, low commission, and it's all for the middle and lower levels.

This is a mission that only mercenaries will take on, and the P1 team will not do this kind of work."

"The problem is, I am a low-level mercenary now." Wang Zhen pointed at himself and said.

"Okay, you can read it yourself, and if it's approved, I'll hand it over to you. The company won't take any commission." Daryl said generously.

"So good?" Wang Zhen stood up and walked over, leaned on the desk, reached for the top document and looked through it, "Mosul is participating in the war, and each person will be charged 100-150 US dollars per day. Shit, what the hell is this mission?

?Where did it come from?”

Turn to the last page, which is stamped with the seal of the Iraqi government.

"Since June 10, 2014, when Mosul was occupied by the 'Islamic State', the Iraqi government has given this document to every PMC company and every mercenary group in Iraq every month, with long-term missions.

It is valid at any time, and you will be paid when you go, and it will be settled on a weekly basis." Daryl said with his mouth full.

"Has the Empire Barrier sent anyone?" Wang Zhen asked.

"Of course we have to give the Iraqi government some face." Daryl continued: "One round every half a month, 30 people go there each time. There is no profit in this mission, so it's good if we don't lose money."

"Who are those people fighting over there?"

"There are many, mercenaries from Southeast Asia, Africa, Eastern Europe, South America, and local Iraq. $100 a day is already a lot for them. Especially this kind of long-term tug-of-war mission can effectively fill the gaps in their missions.

, food and accommodation are included there, which can save them a lot of expenses." Daryl said: "If it weren't for these mercenaries, relying on the Iraqi National Defense Force, the people of Ace Ace would have invaded Iraq long ago."

"Forget it, I'd better not thank you for this kind of task." Wang Zhen shook his head and continued to look through the pile of documents, hoping to pick out some tasks that were not so rubbish in the trash.

Opened another one, Shimrin City in Salahuddin Province, which is a city between Tikrit and Baghdad, a little closer to Tikrit, and Aisais pushed the battle line to this place.

Currently, the Iraqi National Defense Forces and local armed forces from the two major domestic sects, also called militias, are blocking the attack in this area and are recruiting a large number of mercenaries.

The battle is fierce and the money is too little, so give up.

Continue reading, oil field garrison duty, 150 US dollars per day, every three months.

It takes too long, give up.

give up……

give up……

After flipping through the pages from beginning to end, Wang Zhen sighed, thought for a moment, and pulled out a document: Mission: Iraqi Defense Forces Training Mission.

Published by: Iraqi Military.

Commission: US$50,000/month/serial.

Requirements: Service experience in the regular armies of the five major countries.

"Why didn't you take this? The income is okay." Wang Zhen handed the document to Daryl.

"You need to know Arabic." Daryl glanced at him and said, "There are not many American soldiers who know Arabic. Here you can get at least 20,000 US dollars in monthly salary. Why do you think so?"

"Do you speak Arabic?"

Wang Zhen nodded and said stumblingly in Arabic: "I know a little bit and can communicate."

"You alone are not enough. You need to train a company of at least three people."

"Well, Guo can also speak Arabic, which is about the same as me. Shovel is also learning... I can listen, so I can make do." Wang Zhen rolled his eyes.

"Okay, do you need me to contact you?"

"certainly."

"take me Out to eat."

"no problem."



"Why didn't I know I knew Arabic?" Guo Jingyun looked at Wang Zhen in confusion.

"You have been here for more than two years and you don't know Arabic?" Wang Zhen asked with wide eyes.

"They have been here for several years and they don't know Arabic. What's weird?" Guo Jingyun pointed at the donkey and asked them.

"They are all in contact with the US military. What's so strange? You are in contact with ordinary people. In the service industry, I don't understand how you provide services."

"I can understand, um...some of it, but I can't speak it. How can I possibly understand those grammars?"

"It's okay to break down one word at a time, right?" Wang Zhen glared at Guo Jingyun, then turned to look at the shovel with a smile on his face.

"Don't look at me. I just started studying. I heard from the tutor that Arabic has 12 million words. I already want to give up." Shovel waved his hand quickly. He had to do logistics and must deal with the locals, so he came here

After I arrived in Baghdad, I found a tutor.

Wang Zhen: What a bunch of scumbags.

After thinking about it, Wang Zhen could only come up with a bad idea, "Well, tomorrow I'll go interview with the Iraqi government. You go with the shovel, and when the training starts, I'll replace it with shrapnel."

"Take the exam for me?" Guo Jingyun looked shocked.

"Can you speak?" Wang Zhen said with a serious face: "Isn't Shovel from our company?"



The next day, several people from Wangzhen came to an office of the National Defense Forces in Baghdad in full force and reported through the guard. Someone soon came to pick them up.

Before coming, the person in charge knew that there were two Chinese and four Americans.

In a small conference room, the two leaders of the Iraqi military mission met with the six people from Wang Zhen. Yes, the shovels also came fully armed to join them.

After meeting and exchanging pleasantries, Wang Zhen took out a cigarette and said, "Here, have a cigarette."

As he said that, he opened the cigarette case, took out half of it and handed it to someone.

The man glanced down subconsciously, and was slightly startled. Only the one he pulled out of the box of cigarettes was a cigarette, and the rest were actually US dollars rolled into a cylinder.

This is the first time Arabs have seen this method of bribery. It is very novel and very covert.

For some reason, his hand reached out uncontrollably and pulled out a cigarette. Wang Zhen flicked his fingers, closed the cigarette case, and placed it directly on the table in front of the other party.

The other person next to him looked a little confused. Before he could get curious, Wang Zhen had already taken out another box of cigarettes and handed it over.

oh!!

A sudden expression flashed across the man's face, and a smile bloomed on his face. He took out a cigarette, and Wang Zhen put down the cigarette case smoothly.

The two of them looked at each other, then looked at Wang Zhen, no matter how they looked at him, they liked him.

The money may not be much, but the intention is in place.

It is indeed more comfortable to deal with Chinese than with Americans and British.

The rest is simple, don't worry about whether it's stumbling or not, just ask you if it's Arabic!

The recruitment requirements don’t include anything like Arabic level 6, so why do you say that Tejas Defense does not meet the requirements?

Listen to this name, and you will be very glorious when you look at it!

Wang Zhen signed the name of Guanghui Defense on the contract with a smile on his face.

(End of chapter)


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