From Arms Dealer To King of War

  Chapter 384 The Future of the American Branch

   Said still has to give face, and Malibu is not too far from where Qiaojia and the others are located.

   Chogara took the basically uninjured 'Jackal' 'Blow Arrow' as bodyguards, and the three drove a Chevrolet SUV borrowed from the FBI to the address given by Prince Said.

The 'Jackal' was very silent along the way. Because of his son's heart transplant, he missed the big scene with Cho and them. He came to Los Angeles to play with gratitude, but he felt that he didn't help much. .

  The most dangerous place is that the boss is personally responsible for the defense, which makes the 'Jackal' not know what to say?

   Not to mention self-blame, but a kind of guilt that cannot be expressed.

On the way, Choga discovered the problem of the 'jackal', and he probably could guess a little bit how this silent man felt, so he said with a smile: "Dude, you have to smile, we won, and your son is doing well now. , you should be happy."

  The "Jackal" sitting on the co-pilot looked back at Qiaojia, hesitated for a long time, and said a little guilty: "Boss, I may not be able to go to Central Africa with you, you know I..."

  When Qiaojia heard this, he waved his hands indifferently and said, "If I were you, I would definitely be by my son's side right now.

  It doesn’t matter whether you can go to Central Africa or not. P·B also has a company in the United States, and the P·B farm in New Jersey needs to be managed by one person.

  I think you are quite suitable. The environment there is good, just right for your son to cultivate.

  I need a reliable force in the United States, just like the "Heinz Farm" we met in New York. No matter how they choose jobs, I like their model.

  You are from special forces, I believe you can manage that farm, right? "

  'Jackal' froze for a moment, then said in disbelief: "Me? Manage the farm?"

   Qiaojia nodded as a matter of course and said, "What, is there a problem?

  The main business of the company is in charge of Wagner, and Monica is in charge of the operation and maintenance of the company.

  You just need to be in charge of the farm and give them enough power when they need it.

  There is a training camp and a shooting range on the farm. In the future, a group of retired old policemen and old marshals will be hired to be in charge of the witness protection business, but relying on them alone is not safe. I need a combat-capable team.

  You are Russian. I heard that the price of Russian special forces is not high. You are in charge of organizing a team of 4~6 people.

   The specific standards are up to you. This team is usually responsible for the training business on the farm. When necessary, you need to follow the order to attack. "

  'Jackal' digested Qiaojia's words, and finally the taciturn man said in a hoarse voice: "Thank you, boss!

  My son really needs me, and the medical conditions in Central Africa…”

   Qiaojia waved his hands and said with a smile: "You don't need to explain this to me, your choice is correct, and it should be done for the sake of the child.

  I am also reluctant to part with such a good player like you. It is a pity that a guy like you goes to be a bodyguard for others. You are a soldier, so you should be respected like a soldier.

  In fact, the salary given by P·B is at the middle level in the industry. What can distinguish me from others is to give you a sense of honor and respect.

  People like us shouldn’t live like wild dogs…”

  'Jackal' eyes lit up, and then the old man showed a cheerful smile, and said: "Boss, you are a good person!

  I don't know how I can repay you, I can only promise that I won't let you down.

  Maybe one year or two years, I will take my teammates to Afika to report to you.

  You are right, people in P·B are all lions, I will find a few lions to go to the grassland with me. "

   Qiaojia listened, nodded in satisfaction, and said: "You are right to think so!

  Remember to be professional later, we are going to meet the prince and his friends..."

  'Jackal' listened, nodded solemnly, and said: "I am your bodyguard now, anyone who wants to get close to you needs to ask my opinion."

  The big Indian man in charge of driving, "Blow Arrow", shouted dissatisfiedly: "Hey, I should ask the opinions of the two of us."

  Joga watched the atmosphere in the car get better. He leaned on the back of the chair and adjusted his sitting posture with some difficulty, then closed his eyes.

   It was not Qiaojia's temporary idea to let the "Jackal" stay in the United States, because he had no better candidate.

  'Spurs' is suitable, but he made it clear that he doesn't want to stay here and wants to go to Afica for a break.

  The orange cat, the blowing arrow, and the pliers are all a bit out of their minds. If they are in charge of the farm, they may kill people one day.

  'Jackal' is different. This guy is from the special forces. We have experienced the battle of the Albanian gangs together, and we can be regarded as comrades who have carried guns together.

   And having such a spiritual bond as a son will make him work more attentively.

  This kind of capable and longing for stability is, to some extent, the most trustworthy person.

  In the future, P·B's American branch will be jointly managed by Monica and Wagner, and intelligence broker Chris can provide assistance.

  But these are all business talents, and the 'wolves' are the cornerstones that take root in the grassroots.

   Together with him, this branch is complete!

   Moreover, the different relationships between these people and Qiaojia can ensure that Qiaojia has complete control over the American branch.

  Joga also thought about the harvest of his trip to the United States...

  Niger orders, witness protection contracts, relationships with the Department of Justice, favors from the FBI and DEA, and large bonuses...

However, these are only part of the process in Qiaojia's view. In fact, what impressed Qiaojia the most is that he is actually far less powerful than others imagined, especially compared to those big figures who didn't even miss their names. .

  Just a white glove Harold made him suffer a lot!

   In addition, the Glory Society is not the kind of organization that can be manipulated by everyone. They are well-organized, have a huge network, and have huge financial and human resources.

  Choga's only advantage now is his position, and the influence he has around Central Africa.

  If it was not Choga who came to America this time, but anyone from P·B Company, the situation might be completely different.

   It's not that Choja is really capable of fighting, but that he has the talent to always put himself in an advantageous position, and he can always integrate his forces to attack his enemies.

  No one else in P·B can do this!

   And the most important point, Choga has never said anything to anyone...

  The many near-death experiences experienced during diving training made Choja lose his sense of awe of death.

  He didn't feel a trace of fear when he was shot. On the contrary, the adrenaline triggered by the sense of crisis completely amplified his aggressiveness, and he felt very exciting at that moment.

   That feeling is hard to describe!

  He also has a feeling of fear, but that kind of 'fear' is caused by concern.

  He was afraid that P·B would disperse after his death, and that a group of brothers and comrades who were like family members would eventually degenerate into wild dogs of war, just like those jungle veterans recruited by Kaman, who would live their lives in a muddle.

  But Choja is not afraid of death itself, he enjoys the stimulation, the physical feeling when adrenaline bursts.

  At that time, his senses were magnified, and the weapon in his hand gave him the illusion that he could control the world.

  Joga knew that he might be 'ill', just like those who have been rolling around on the battlefield all year round, they have mental problems.

  If it wasn't for the spiritual wealth brought about by diving training, which allowed him to keep a calm mind, Choga should see a doctor at this time.

  However, Qiaojia is not going to tell anyone, because he understands his "weakness" in the United States. It will take a long time for P·B to truly develop into an unshakable team.

  In the early days of this kind of business, if you want to integrate all the soldiers, it is indispensable for the boss to charge in person, and Qiaojia feels that he can’t do without the front line. Sitting in the office for a long time will make him crazy.

   Qiaojia now has enough chips in his hands to allow P·B to fully display within the rules, so what he has to do now is to go forward step by step and consolidate the foundation of the company bit by bit.

   As for the 'heart disease'...

  Joga felt that it didn’t matter at all. ‘Not afraid of death’ doesn’t mean he has no nostalgia for life.

  Everything around him is a fetter to him, allowing him to never lose his fighting spirit under any circumstances.

  At this moment, Qiaojia felt that the battlefield is really a place where people can change completely, and he and Nice are really a perfect match!

  Two people who are 'not afraid of death' combine together, but they become each other's fetters...

  Choga, who was resting with his eyes closed, was soon awakened by the knocking sound outside the car window.

  Opening his eyes, he found that he had arrived at the place, and 'Jackal' and 'Blow Arrow' were guarding his car door.

  Pushing the door and getting out of the car, I saw Prince Said standing in front of a hilltop villa not far away, and beside him a young curly-haired youth who also looked a bit dignified.

  Looking around, Choga found that this was a hilltop manor.

  The large villa is surrounded by a flat lawn and a large number of palm trees planted along the granite paved road.

  Choga didn’t see whether there was a wall around the manor, because the area here is too big, and according to the urinating nature of rich people, if you want to buy it, you must buy a mountain, and there should be a wall at the bottom of the mountain.

  Seeing Prince Saeed waving at him, Choga took the initiative to hug the prince who traveled thousands of miles to Central Africa to be taken advantage of, and then said with a smile, "Man, I just want to attend a reception..."

   Said smiled and shook his head and said, "Jackal, we are friends, and it is right to help friends."

  As soon as Qiaojia heard Said's words, he knew that there was something in his words, so he looked at the handsome curly-haired Middle Eastern youth next to him, and said with a smile: "Hello, I'm a jackal, I don't know how to call it?"

  (end of this chapter)