Chapter 597 Tangle

The war came to an end, and of course there was a reason for it to end so hastily. It's not easy for Lao Meihao to be a good person once. If he insists on not leaving, AIA will definitely be surprised.

Of course, the old Bush wants to be re-elected, so don't wait. With so many soldiers staying overseas, one can imagine the domestic pressure. Not being able to go home for Christmas is definitely going to lose points politically.

The U.S. emperor is planning to retreat here, but William White is struggling here. Due to the route, he didn't have a chance to get close to that batch of gold. There is also a question of how this group of guys will be placed.

"Max, what's the matter, how many people are willing to stay."

"It's less than two thousand. The weather in the past two days is really bad."

"Damn stupid big wood, doesn't he know that he needs to pay for all the losses caused. Only after paying the money will he have a chance to die."

"Ahem, boss, how do we arrange it here?"

"I can't go back to Africa for the time being. I still have a small island in the Bahamas, and it's almost ready now. By the way, prepare a team of 500 people. I have some stock at Shadamu. If the timing is right..."

"Boss, don't worry, I will pick my own people."

"Tell them that there is a risk, and I will not admit that something happened. You can get 30% of the total."

"Don't worry, boss, that's what we do."

"Let them think clearly, the income this time is already good. Those who want to retire as instructors, now is a very suitable time."

"Once I know the boss, I will tell you the details and let them choose."

This group of guys usually doesn't say no, despite what William White knows. However, they still need to be told. Some people have war syndrome and cannot return to real life. Some are for money.

After eating sand for half a year, this is not a small sum. In addition, the boss William White is not black. In other words, he hoped to fatten up these guys.

Regardless of the age of many guys, these experienced bastards are not something ordinary people can deal with. Even if it is not as exaggerated as Rambo, it is still extremely difficult.

Greed is the original sin, or in other words, greed is the goal of human progress. William White may be rich, but he can't support them with his own money.

To venture beyond the border is to venture beyond the border. The silly big wood at this time should be crying in the toilet, I hope this guy doesn't mind.

"Master, the round trip is 280 kilometers, because it needs to bypass the defense zone of other troops, so this distance is relatively long."

"I can't do this, isn't the Athena nearby? These people don't need to go back, just board the ship and leave. It's up to fifty tons?"

"Master, those cars?"

"Throw it into the sea."

"Ahem, okay, I'm going to redesign the plan."

"Hurry up, these two days are still chaotic, and after this period of time, even sporadic firefights are gone. Also, are you sure there are no guards?"

"No, they all ran away. I really don't understand. Could it be that they have lost their greed for money?"

William White was speechless, gold and knives, what you have to spend is money. Gold, as it is now, is simply a prettier metal.

There are quite a lot of silly Damu's homes, but this product is not used at all.

The war will not be fought, and the economic sanctions will not end. If you're more sensible, you can quickly lose money. If not, huh, huh, the ending won't be too good.

"William, are you interested in continuing to cooperate with the CIA?"

"No, the contract is over. This time, some people were hired by Kuwait. A large part chose to retire. Why, do they want to go back to Africa?"

Little Bush was very surprised. He guessed that William White would not cooperate. Unexpectedly, he actually guessed the purpose of the CIA.

"Hey, I'm curious, how did you guess that?"

"You don't need to guess, just watch the TV programs and you'll know where the mess is, there must be these guys.

I don't want to suffer bad luck from this group of troublemakers. Look, it was blown up by one of our own people this time, isn't it because those idiots didn't make arrangements?

Nima, keep it mysterious? They have a fart secret. "

"Well, I'm a little bit convinced now that bad luck is contagious. These idiots are really real."

After finishing the conversation with Bush Jr., William White still needs to continue to worry about his subordinates.

Putting all of them in the Bahamas is also troublesome. These guys are not law-abiding guys. If something happens, it's really not enough to cause trouble.

Forget it, let's take a one-month long vacation first. A group of guys with full wallets must have a lot of hormones to consume.

"Hehe, I really don't want to see the CIA. That Max is indeed a talent. He dragged a group of mobs and went on a rampage all the way."

"Hehe, with this group of guys, Kuwait won't be so weak. At least, they can resist a little bit."

"Not necessarily, after all, they are hired." It is obvious that the old Bush has a more comprehensive view of the problem than his son. If he is really capable of playing like this, how can William White let go.

The U.S. imperialists have won the battle this time, but many problems have also been exposed. The army who went to pick up the dead dog was still damaged in battle, which also made Peanut annoyed.

People are always like this, before the fight starts, the most optimistic battle loss will be over a thousand. It's all right now, and including the ones I accidentally injured, it didn't exceed two hundred.

If anyone said that before the war, they would definitely be ridiculed. Now it is fine, and the loss is very slight. But some people are still dissatisfied.

Nima, if only a few dozen people. That is definitely a remarkable achievement. It's all those damn armies, with so many high-end goods in their hands, they can still kill people.

And that shit Apache, it's just weird. He was armed to the teeth, yet he was beaten enough. This damn does not have a fixed-wing aircraft, if the stupid big wood has this thing flying in the sky, my God, how many people will die.

Tsk tsk, who owns that A10, quickly resume production. This thing is much more reliable than the F16 when it comes to tanks.

And that armored car, obviously not as easy to use as a Bentley. What is this fucking thing called? That thing is simply a toy for the rich. Looking at today's desert areas, this car is basically standard equipment. If you don’t have many cars at home, you’d be embarrassed to say hello to others when you go out.

If Silly Damu knew about Peanut's entanglement now, he would probably burst his blood vessels immediately. You guys are so bullying, I have been beaten like this, and you are still not satisfied.

Huh, my army of millions?

These guys who escaped back almost only had a pair of underpants left. Weapons and equipment are fine, as long as there is enough time, there is always a way to think about it.

It's just that this is a group of scared fools, just in case there will be another war in the future. They subconsciously want to escape.

Whether it is self-confidence or morale, it is indeed played out. If you stay at home and brag, you won't be able to brag about a strong army.

Silly Damu's heart is bleeding, he knows it very well now. I am the fish on the chopping board, if the US emperor does not kill him, he will never stop.

Facing the devastated country, Silly Damu was crying, and Kuwait was also crying. They are different from the stupid big wood, that guy is a militaristic bastard, they are not.

Well, it seems that if you want to resume production, you still have to borrow money.

Of course, borrowing money now is not the same as it was a few months ago. At that time, your country was gone, and others did not dare to lend you money. Now it is different, and they are all desperate to borrow money.