From Arms Dealer To King of War

Chapter 1497 Taking risks

 It is already 6 years ago that Boss Qiao made great achievements in the United States...

  Time is a very magical thing. It can always dilute some things, allowing some people to forget the pain, and at the same time, it also allows some newly grown people to ignore the danger.

The Bolton family, as a veteran Texas energy family, is actually not particularly large.

As a small player in the huge energy group, Mr. Bolton has been paying attention to P.B.'s energy operations in the Middle East for a long time.

 And spent a lot of money to support his second son in setting up a military company, and also participated to a certain extent in the US money-making project in northern Syria.

 In other words, in the name of the U.S. regular army, in the name of support, training, and security, they extort oil proceeds from the Kurds.

However, due to the existence of the safe zone and the tripartite energy agreement within Syria brokered by Boss Joe, the benefits of this group of people have been greatly reduced, and many times the Kurds even behave less obediently.

Sr. Bolton has almost no say in such big political issues, but the earnings from his second son in Syria still made him more determined to pursue the path of a military contracting company.

On the one hand, he is jealous of P·B’s earnings in the past few years, but on the other hand, he feels that if it were him, he could do better by owning such a company.

Of course, they themselves do this, even giants like Triple Canopy are no exception.

When White House placed a contract worth US$200 million in front of the shareholders of Fatal Strike Group, the two brothers who inherited their father's position as the major shareholder felt that they had seized the opportunity to completely get rid of P·B's influence.

With someone behind the scenes, the greed of the two Bolton brothers was driven to an uncontrollable level.

To a person with a hammer in his hand, everyone looks like a nail!

 Those who hold a gun in their hand can be considered to have a clear mind if they can first weigh the effort and benefit when encountering a problem.

 Such a person can easily be used as a weapon!

But things have already happened. Old Bolton chose to bite the bullet and jointly inject capital with shareholders, ejecting the nominal CEO Monica, and then propped up the company.

Of course, they succeeded in nothing, because the elder Bolton was killed by a bomb on his way home from a meeting in New York.

This made Old Bolton's psychology somewhat unbalanced, so he made the mistake of setting the negotiation location in "Houghton," Michigan, which made Boss Joe wary.

As long as we make good use of this contract and take over subsequent contracts, we can integrate small and medium-sized military companies in the United States, and expand them into an existence that can compete with the original giants in a short period of time through outsourcing or direct acquisition.

The successful experience of "Black Water" is there. It is no accident that a war gave birth to a war giant.

So when P.B.’s American branch was forced to go public and undergo supervision, Old Burton spent most of his liquidity in order to acquire the shares of Fatal Strike Group, and also conducted multiple financings.

The remaining two brothers of the Bolton family showed strong hostility towards Boss Qiao at this time, not simply because Boss Qiao was suspicious, but actually because of their dead father.

Everyone can see that this $200 million is just the beginning, and the war will quickly increase the value of this contract...

They feel that as long as Boss Joe dies, the Fatal Strike Group can inherit PB's influence in the United States.

 But when the benefits are great enough, taking risks will become an important option for them.

Tim Burton was sitting in a brown van in a roadside parking space near Liberty Square in Manhattan. He was surrounded by four heavily armed comrades...

This does have room for maneuver in a capital society, because Boss Qiao has many enemies...

Tim Burton is a thirty-five-year-old retired soldier from the Marine Corps Reconnaissance Unit. As an officer, he has been deployed four times in Afghanistan. He has made meritorious service and been injured, so he has accumulated some connections. He established a military contracting company with the help of others and made a lot of money in Syria with a group of comrades.

In fact, although Old Bolton was jealous of P.B.'s profitability, he had no idea of ​​​​confrontation at first. However, when they contacted the Pentagon, they discovered that once P.B.'s influence was removed, the company would not be able to take over. to the contract.

 As a result, after he became the largest shareholder, he found that the Fatal Strike Group was an empty shell. Without the support of P·B, the company was worthless.

We are all human beings and will die if shot. Why can you, a jackal, yell at me? If I kill him, I can get more!

This is the tragedy of the mixed military circle, because if people in this circle cannot reach a certain height, their thinking will always be simple.

It is impossible for people who are living in Syria not to know what P.B. and jackals represent, but this Texas redneck is just not convinced...

How come you jackals can take away the bulk of northern Syria’s energy interests?

I also have an interest group behind me. If I kill you, I can be the boss!

Tim Burton will never consider that the refinery run by Boss Joe basically makes no money because PB gave 80% of the profits to the Syrian government and the Kurds...

The so-called "big money" that the US military in Syria refers to is actually protection money deducted from the Kurds.

At this point, Tim Burton already felt that it was an incredible amount of money.

 After some reasonable reasoning, he would naturally think that P·B, who dominates the entire safe zone, must earn more.

 The atmosphere in the van was rather solemn. A young mercenary with a goatee looked at Tim Burton, who also looked a little nervous...

"Boss, how long do we have to wait? Is it really useful to stare at that woman?" Tim Burton glanced at his buddy and said: "Monica Andrea is the spokesperson of the Jackal in New York. , also his mistress.

This woman has been lobbying the group's shareholders to sell their shares in the past few days. This morning, she also forced the contract to be suspended in the name of the CEO.

  She is one of the core people responsible for negotiations at P.B. If you catch her, you can force the jackal to come forward...

The shareholders of Fatal Strike Group are all softies. We must not let Jackals come to the negotiating table, otherwise those people will definitely compromise. "

  Goatee was obviously not the kind of person who was good at thinking. He shook his head a little irritably and said, "Then can we change to another place?

 I feel very uncomfortable here…”

Tim Burton looked through the car window at the door of a club diagonally across the road. He frowned and shook his head and said: "Our people have already arranged the arrangements, where the **** do you want to go?"

 When it’s over, we can find a bar to party for a few days, but not today..."

As he spoke, Tim Burton looked out the window at several SUVs passing by and parked at the door of the club. He widened his eyes and said, "Shit, why are these Indians here?"

　　…………

Monica was sitting in front of the bar wearing a red deep V dress...

Seeing a fat old white man in a suit sitting next to him with his eyes vacant, Monica held up the mobile phone with her left hand, pushed the fat old white man's chin to turn his face in another direction, and then reached in with her right hand. He took out a Yin Tao from the Manhattan cocktail glass in front of him and stuffed it into his mouth...

“Sir, my request is very simple. You have been thinking about it for too long...”

The fat man glanced at the corner of Monica's **** mouth, and then as if he was stung, he avoided Monica's mocking eyes. He gritted his teeth and said: "The current market is very good, the future value of Fatal Strike Group will be..."

 “You make a price…”

Monica waved her hand to interrupt the fat man's official speech, pushed away the Manhattan cocktail in front of her, and ordered another one...

 Waiting for the bartender to serve a new Manhattan cocktail in the most respectful manner, Monica looked at the fat man and said, "Do you know why I found you first?"

As she spoke, Monica turned her stool and looked at the guys sitting in the club bar. She waved hello with a smile and said, "Because you are small shareholders who can't even squeeze into the board meeting. My boss feels hurt." You don't have to...

I have stopped the signing of the 200 million contract. If those people want to overturn my decision, they first need to deprive me of my CEO position, and then start legal proceedings to modify the veto power reserved by P·B on major matters.

 When they succeed, maybe the Russo-W war is over! "

After hearing this, the fat man said in disbelief: "Are you crazy? The fatal blow is also your company...

That is a 200 million contract, and there will be more in the future...

 This is what this company does, why do you..."

Monica took a sip of the purple Manhattan cocktail and looked around at the fat man and the few men surrounding him...

Waving to signal the Kurdish female bodyguard next to her not to stop them, Monica showed an arrogant smile...

　　“I like Manhattan because it’s full of desire!

This place is like Las Vegas, everyone is sitting at the gambling table, using their wealth and life to gamble for a future. "

　　As she spoke, Monica wrinkled her nose and showed an infatuated expression, took a deep breath and said, "I like the atmosphere here because the people here are all real.

 We all need to admit that creating a company is far less stimulating than destroying one...

  We are all bloodthirsty and we all like to hear people scream, right? "

At this time, Monica, who had a strong sense of drama in her body, made the fat man feel a chill on his back. He accidentally touched the wine glass at hand and said angrily: "You are a crazy woman..."

Monica laughed after hearing "haha", waved her hands and said: "Yes, I also think it is crazy to give you a chance, but who makes my boss a good person...

 Hurry up and reject me, so that when your capital chain is broken, I can take away your beloved things and watch you wailing. "

Monica picked up a blank liquor license and threw it to the fat man, and said with a smile: "Write down the price you want, you only have one chance...

Of course, you can also bet that Fatal Strike will continue to develop...

 I welcome you very much! "

Just as Monica was speaking, a tall indigenous beauty wearing leather pants and a leather windbreaker walked into the bar with several fierce-looking Indians...

 “Can you give me one? I also want to write down a price…”

 (End of this chapter)