"Who is that? He looks seriously injured and in very bad condition. Is he here to apply for a job? I didn't see him in the resume you provided just now."
Li Mochen looked at the middle-aged man at the wine table thoughtfully, with a glint in his eyes. This man should be about forty years old, but his forehead was covered with wrinkles like knife carvings. Although the clothes on his body were novel.
The style and high-end fabrics are full of stains, which is incompatible with the luxurious and elegant environment here. Also, this person's right hand is wrapped in a thick bandage.
Li Mochen roughly figured out that this person should be a magic professional of around level 15, or even level 17. However, his aura was extremely dark, and even had a slightly corrupt aura.
"That's Howard Eisenhower."
The waiter who led Li Mochen should be very familiar with this person. He just glanced over there and replied: "The reason why you didn't see his name is because this person is listed at a higher level. This is a person."
A level 17 magic shooter with a 17S sniper rating, he was once nicknamed the 'Eye in the Sky'. He has been our A-level member since 10 years ago."
Li Mochen immediately raised his eyebrows and looked at Carl Holden next to him.
"So, he didn't come here to find a job, but just came to drink?"
"No! He's here to apply for a job, sir."
The waiter shook his head: "As far as I know, he has been here almost every week in the past two months, but unfortunately no one cares about him."
"Nobody cares?"
Li Mochen was even more surprised: "Isn't there anyone interested in him?"
This is simply unbelievable. If a level 17 magic shooter can be equipped with a good gun, he can fight against low-level legends at long distances. This rare talent is a hot commodity no matter where it is placed.
"How should I put it? It's too troublesome for me to get his resume for you now, so I'll just summarize it for you here."
The waiter said concisely and concisely: "Although Lord Eye of the Sky is very powerful, his resume is very bad. When he was a mercenary, he had a breach of contract record of seven times giving up the mission after receiving money.
Then he switched to the security industry, and ended up betraying his employer twice. The key is that his right hand is now disabled, and the injury is very serious, which damages his vitality. Anyone who wants to hire him must first come up with 2.5 million.
The gold shield’s money will cure him.”
"There are actually people like this?"
Karl was quite surprised: "With so many defaults accumulated, don't you, the Cardinals Club, just care about it?"
"The problem is, they didn't sign the contract with the club's guarantee."
The waiter curled his lips: "This has nothing to do with us, Mr. Karl."
Li Mochen looked at Howard Eisenhower with deep meaning in his eyes, and then continued walking in the direction of Sampson Brut.
The latter is a black-haired man who is less than thirty-five years old. He has a broad face, big ears, and a strong body. Although he has blond hair, his body is like those gorillas in the zoo. At this time, he is silently talking in the corner of the bar.
He was drinking wine, his face was solemn, his eyes were cold, and his whole person had an air of being repulsive to others.
Li Mochen discovered that this man and Howard Eisenhower just now were completely opposite extremes.
Although Lieutenant Colonel Brut's clothes were simple and low-end, bargains from street stalls, he packed himself neatly and neatly, and his sitting posture was also meticulous.
"Can I sit down? Lieutenant Colonel Brutt."
Li Mochen smiled and walked to the wine table in the corner: "I want to talk to you about your work, Lieutenant Colonel."
After Sampson Brut raised his head and glanced at Li Mochen, he was slightly stunned, as if he was a little surprised by Li Mochen's appearance.
"I've seen you on TV, Andre Lee Wildenstein, the most popular fighting star in Atlanta right now."
As he spoke, he stood up and shook hands with Li Mochen: "Are you planning to hire me? But I have to say sorry, I have no intention of being a bodyguard for anyone. I already have a few clients, but I haven't made the decision yet.
Decide."
"Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, I don't know if you have heard of the old saying from the East, good birds choose trees to roost on, and good ministers choose their masters to work with."
Li Mochen still sat down opposite Brut: "I think the next home you are considering will definitely not provide the management rights of an armed force."
Sampson Brute seemed a little displeased with Li Mochen's actions, but when he heard Li Mochen's last sentence, he was stunned again: "If I heard you correctly, Mr. Wildenstein, what you mean is,
Are you calling on me to head an armed force?"
"There are a total of fourteen combat teams, which are arranged according to the standard of special forces. In addition, there are two extra-legal combat groups. There are more than fifty personnel, including four extra-legals, twenty-four ninth-level, and two
Sixteen level seven, the equipment will also reach military grade, but they are all second-hand goods."
Li Mochen had a smile in his eyes: "Are you interested? Mr. Lieutenant Colonel? I would like to hire you as my deputy housekeeper. Of course, this is only in name."
"You surprised me, Mr. Wildenstein."
Sampson Brute was surprised for a while: "The media did mention that your last name was Wildenstein, but-"
"It has nothing to do with the Wildenstein family. This is just my personal armed force."
Li Mochen said in a sincere tone: "Mr. Brut is also the best combat commander I have been able to find recently. He also has strong combat power. So I come today with 120,000 points of sincerity, regardless of salary.
Regardless of the equipment, I will not let you down and can reach the highest level of your level."
Sampson Brutt fell into deep thought: "Mr. Wildenstein, your armed force is newly recruited, right? I'm a little curious. You are a sixteen-year-old student and a member of the Neisen Group.
Why would a fighting star hire so many magic professionals? So, Mr. Wildenstein, can you tell me the truth? What exactly prompted you to do this?"
Li Mochen suddenly fell silent and hesitated. He felt that if he really told the truth, this recruitment would probably end in failure.
His original plan was to use his sharp tongue to deceive this person first, and then talk about the situation after signing the contract.
But just three seconds later, Li Mochen made a decision: "It's Edwin Antonio from the Blood Hand. For some reason, I will fight him in one day. Either he will fall or he will fall."
It is to completely cut off my manpower. This is an endless war, and I must have a strong commander to lead my rabble."
"The Blood Hand?"
Sampson Brut murmured at first, and then his eyes showed brightly: "Are you sure you want to go to war with them? Mr. Wildenstein? Others may not know clearly and think they are behind the mafia. But I
Knowing Antonio, that guy is actually from the Cult of the Dragon. Even so, you still plan to launch a war against him?"
"certainly!"
Li Mochen did not hesitate, although he was very curious about where the lieutenant colonel learned about the relationship between the Blood Hand Party and the Dragon Witch Cult. This was information that the Naison Movement Group had just found out.
"Then BOSS, please let me join your command."
Sampson Brut suddenly stood up and reached out to Li Mochen again: "My only condition is that you may need to hire some of my comrades. There are twelve people in total, all retired elites of the Red Scorpion Army.
, their combat power will never let you down. Also, you can just call me Sampson from now on. The title 'lieutenant colonel' is a shame to me."
This time it was Li Mochen's turn to be in a daze. He felt that he hadn't exerted much force. However, he stood up immediately and shook hands with the other party with joy: "Please call me Amo. As the news said, I am very proud of Wei."
The Donstein family and the name Andre don't like it either."