I love you, I won't kill you

Compared with more than 30 well-known private security, risk and threat assessment companies in the United States, Western Europe, and even the world, Brandon's "Protect Life" private security consulting company established in 06 is nothing.

However, in just three years, his company has become one of the major security companies in the United States, which also depends on a few secret trump cards in his hands.

Specifically, the company's early operating funds mainly come from Yale University's famous mysterious classmate association - "Skull and Bones".Members of the alumni association with a background of the upper class in the United States and strong financial resources gave Brandon very effective help.

Secondly, his father, Sean Balfour, as an important member of the U.S. Senate Military Intelligence Committee, can easily reach some homeland security issues with the U.S. Department of Defense, major intelligence agencies, Department of Homeland Security, Customs, Coast Guard and judicial agencies. consensus.

With such a strong background, Brandon quickly landed several government contracts worth more than $3 million.Then, it became one of the security suppliers of the US Federal Government, the US Navy and the US Department of Defense.

The company's business covers language translation, close security, interrogation of suspects, logistical support and weapon training for US troops stationed overseas.Even at home, he provides tactical and weapons training for the military, judiciary and security services.In addition, work in aspects such as surveillance, counterintelligence, intelligence security investigation, kidnapping and extortion rescue, and sales of defense products are also within the company's business scope.

From a technical point of view, security consulting companies belong to the high-tech industry, and the security technology services and transnational operations they provide are the main sources of their profits.In the United States, a company is defined as "an individual or private business entity or organization employed to provide security-related services to a specific principal, the employer, for a fee, and to protect the employer's person, private property, or interests from any Violation."

Compared with the "Blackwater" security consulting company that is frequently exposed in the media, Brandon's company and business development are completely hidden from public view.

Stealth does not mean inaction.As long as there is still war in this world, his employees from the US and British special forces and intelligence agencies will go to that place.The war has brought Brandon a profit growth point, and he can find his position in nearly 30 war-torn regions and countries around the world without any scruples.

The two-day attack did not make Brandon feel that there was anything wrong.However, he was so careless that he only took one employee, Ethan Hammond, to the Marine Corps camp.If you bring a few more well-trained "professional killers" or air guard units, the chances of being surrounded and attacked by the enemy may be much smaller.

In this way, Amanda, who is young, beautiful and has little flying experience, came into his sight.But it wasn't because she was Grace's biological daughter that he would be lenient towards this female flight officer who had just been promoted to the rank of lieutenant less than a year ago.Before deciding to recruit her as a helicopter pilot in the air guard unit, he needs to conduct detailed investigation, research and future training on her.

Brandon did plan that way, and he also believed that Amanda would sway his idea of ​​serving in the Marine Corps for that attractive employee contract.Because so far, there has not been a former sergeant or senior officer of the special forces, or a retired agent of an intelligence agency, who has raised different opinions on the salary and benefits included in the employee contract.

When the camp lunches were served, Brandon didn't see Amanda or the captain.A little questioning revealed that she was off on an air cover mission before lunch.At 13:27 in the afternoon, he finally saw Amanda and the captain, Captain Grove, eagerly returning to the restaurant.

When the two walked to the dining window, Grove looked left and right at the dozen or so half-empty buffet stainless steel rectangular dining boxes in the window.Then, looking up, he yelled, "Damn, no lunch again?! Hey, Bobby, where are you?"

Amanda is also very hungry, but at least she doesn't lose her temper at others casually.Glancing at Grove, "Captain, calm down. Even if you call their sergeant, I'm afraid he won't be able to give you a delicious lunch."

"Uh, I'm sorry. If I didn't bother you, can I say a few words?" Brandon stepped forward and asked politely.

"Oh, Mr. Balfour. Tell you, I'm hungry enough to eat a cow now," growled Grove.

"It's okay, if you're willing to wait for 5 minutes, I can guarantee you a lunch with the taste of your hometown." Brandon finished speaking, took out his phone and dialed a number.

After putting down the phone, Brandon said with a smile, "Captain, your lunch will be delivered soon. Uh, can I have a private chat with Lieutenant McLaren?"

After Amanda nodded to the captain, she followed Brandon to a corner of the restaurant and sat down.Brandon leaned back on the chair with a relaxed expression, looking around with his legs crossed.

"Hey, Balfour, I don't have time to sit here with you." Amanda said with her arms folded.

"Amanda, take it easy. Um, you don't mind if I call your name?" Brandon replied calmly.

"No, but we don't know each other."

"Interesting, don't you know each other now?"

"Well, what do you want to talk about?"

"Well, Janice was video chatting with me yesterday, asking how you're doing in Afghanistan?" Brandon said.

"Really? But, why didn't she talk to me in person?" Amanda said casually.

At this time, she saw an American dressed as a civilian entering the restaurant with two take-out paper bags.When the American came up to him, he smiled and nodded at himself and Brandon, and then took out the food box in the paper bag.

Amanda stared at the food box in amazement, "Damn, how did you get roast beef, tuna falafel? Well, and a big latte!? Wait, does this have skim milk in it?"

Brandon smiled and made a "taste please" gesture, "Well, I know, you are pilots of the Marine Corps. Pilots, you have to eat special food for pilots."

"Well, yes, it smells like the Pensacola Naval Aviation School." Amanda said after taking a few bites.

"Well, not bad?" Brandon said.

The sumptuous lunch was quickly enjoyed by Amanda and her captain.Captain Grove saw that Brandon still wanted to continue talking with Amanda, so he took the initiative to leave the restaurant first.

When the two walked out of the restaurant, Amanda said with satisfaction, "Thank you! Oh, your lunch."

Brandon shook his head. "You're welcome. When I knew you and the captain saved us two days ago, I really didn't expect you to be the one launching the Hellfire missile."

"It's okay. Well, I'm a Marine."

"Oh, you asked me why Janice didn't chat with you herself, did you?"

"Yeah. Well, maybe I don't have much time."

"Well, I think she'll understand you."

Amanda nodded, and then asked, "What do you want to talk about when you come to me today? Because until now, you don't seem to have said anything that I can answer."

Brandon looked at her with a smile, "I think a girl who can make Janice fall in love must have better qualities than her or something she doesn't have."

Then he added, "Before you came to Afghanistan, I think Grace must have told you about my company."

"Well, Grace once said, maybe you can help me in some way."

"Thanks, Amanda. So, what do you think of my company now?"

After thinking about it, Amanda said calmly, "It's nothing. Since the Pentagon can trust you and your company, then you will definitely not get orders from the federal government easily."

Brandon smiled slightly. "Exactly. So, what do you think of my employees?"

Amanda continued, "I can see that these guys have been trained in the military. So, I think they must be your employees for the dollar."

She added, "I know there is a word that can represent their identity, mercenary! And you, are their boss!"

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