Chapter 548 Sour Security

It was very pleasant to chat with little Bush. This guy is a little careless now, and he looks like a son of a family. William White didn't care either, knowing that this guy was a bit of a second-guess, so he accompanied him to mess around.

William White didn't care about the income from military contracting, and he couldn't eat the money alone, and he only got a small part of it.

The people from the CIA didn't expect that this guy was so easy to talk to, but they were relieved when they thought of his family background.

People really don't care about the money, the main reason is that they need to have their own security force. The sense of security of the rich is very bad, and they cannot understand it.

When visiting the training camp, Bush's followers were very shocked. This place is much stricter than the military training camp, and the weapons are also very advanced.

"How is it? George, am I doing well here?"

"Damn it, are you going to fight?"

"Tch, you don't need too many people to fight a war now, just throw missiles over there, these are just for cheap."

"There will always be an army."

"It really doesn't need to be too much. Besides, my staff here are not mercenaries, they are all security guards."

"Apache's security?" Bush Jr. looked bewildered.

"These people are all on special missions, who the hell is willing to fight a ground war?"

"That's right, it's too expensive to do that."

"Don't worry, my mercenaries are all well-trained, and ordinary seals can't beat me."

"Try your marksmanship?" Bush Jr. asked with interest.

"Hahaha, it's better for you to have more money than me, don't cry!"

"Cut!" Bush Jr. stretched out his middle finger.

"Max. 150-meter rifle target, 35-meter pistol target."

"yes."

A group of soldiers also laughed and watched the boss playing with guns. It was funny to be familiar with William White's security. There are quite a few of them who are not as good as the boss. The rest should go to sleep!

Of course, the attendants brought by Bush Jr. were experts. Seeing William White assembling firearms so proficiently, he knew that his prince was doomed.

Naturally, the result of the game needless to say, William White led by a large margin, and Bush Jr. was completely beaten.

Unconvinced, Bush Jr. chose a shotgun, but was still beaten. Bush Jr. could tell that this product was of a professional standard, far inferior to ordinary soldiers.

Even though he lost, Bush didn't have any regrets. The difference in level is too far. Needless to say, just thinking about it makes me cry.

"William, if you have extra people here, you can consider Kuwait's order. These guys want revenge, but they don't have the ability."

"I can't fight, just kidding, silly Damu has a million troops, and I'm not crazy."

"They have money, so what are you afraid of? This time it's really embarrassing, and they just want to save face."

"Rich? Don't be kidding. I heard that stupid big wood sleeps on gold bricks. I just can't figure out why this kind of thing can't be transported away in time."

"They do have money, with over 100 billion U.S. dollars in overseas assets. They are mainly concentrated in Europe and the United States. Think about it."

"Fuck, so much money? Then, wouldn't there be more people who were robbed by silly big wood?"

"No one can count the exact number, and it must be bigger than this number."

"Well, let me think about it, all they want are mercenaries, right?"

"Anyway, the more the better."

William White finally figured it out, this group of guys really had no fighting power, but they wanted to save some face.

To be honest, this is very similar to the poem by Mrs. Huarui. Hundreds of thousands of armored men are all bound, but none of them is a man. Well, if you must be serious and say that there are not as many as one hundred thousand, then I can't help it. It is true that there is no decent resistance.

William White was full of contempt for those who did not resist. There is no way to get dignity on the battlefield, and there is no way to get it with money.

William White only wanted to be a security company, not a mercenary. It looks similar on the surface, but in reality there is a big difference.

"George, it's okay to help, I won't stand out. This name is too embarrassing."

"What do you suggest?"

"It's best to have a retired general take the lead. It's really not possible, and the colonel and officer are reluctant. You build the framework, and Damai Security is one of the partners."

"Didn't you take off your pants and fart?"

"It's completely different. Well, do you know how many people Kuwait needs to stabilize the situation? Let me tell you this, if there are no three to five thousand people, it is useless at all."

"You don't, you need so many people?"

"A lot? Are you kidding? If you just send a few aircraft carriers to bomb you, you don't need one. If you want to regain the lost ground, there are no five or six hundred thousand people, and fools will go crazy with you."

William White could also see that little Bush didn't have a clear understanding of the current situation at all.

You want to prevent the stupid Damu from going crazy, just send 100,000 people over there. How could it be so simple to drive that lunatic back.

"Okay, back to Peanutton, I will ask their opinions. Your idea is good, and there must be many people who want to follow suit."

"Hehe, only in this way will Huashengdun not be afraid. No one cares about three to five thousand people. If there are thirty to fifty thousand people, Huashengdun will definitely go crazy."

Little Bush found that things were out of his control. He wanted a hen, but William White gave him an elephant.

At this moment, little Bushu's displeasure can be imagined. At this time of war, the most unlucky person is of course his father. Didn’t you hear what William White said, if there are less than half a million people, he will immediately drop the pick, and he is not even interested in making soy sauce.

Nima, when fighting with the big rabbit, it seems that there are not so many people. If it becomes a tug of war, his father's re-election will be in vain.

"Hehe, this kid is not bad. I didn't expect that our think tanks here don't have his knowledge."

"Father, is his suggestion feasible?"

"Let's talk about it when you come back. It's not appropriate for me to come forward. However, someone must like it very much. This is simply sending money into someone's pocket. Who would refuse such a request."

"I see. I'll come back as soon as I'm done with the matter here."

William White didn't like the world as it was, not at all. It's fine, whatever you fight, it's just a pain in the ass.

Times have long since changed, nobody likes war, nobody likes chaos. However, there are always some people who like to disrupt the existing order.

Well, there's the damn CIA, they take advantage of these people's greed and stupidity, and keep creating chaos in this world.

How could this group of stupid bastards get the full support of William White. In short, the employment is fine, and we will discuss the conditions after we discuss it. You can take care of those messy things by yourself. Brother is not your subordinate.

However, with such a result, the CIA is also very satisfied. This time they lost a lot of money, if they didn't lose their sincerity immediately, old Bushu wouldn't let this idiot 13 go.