NOVEL WEB Chapter 955: Collecting SAS
While the President and Prime Minister of Congo were confiding in each other, Joe Ga sat in a reception room with a smile, looking at the 12 special prisoners in front of him...
Compared to the little schemes of the President of Congo, Boss Joe preferred to deal with soldiers.
The training cost for an SAS soldier is roughly between 2 to 3 million British Pounds, even at the lowest price, 12 SAS soldiers are worth 24 million British Pounds.
Talking to these people was much more meaningful than going to brainwash the high-flying Kabila.
Boss Joe couldn't completely control Congo, nor did he need to. He only needed to control those who held the highest power in Congo.
As long as they didn't cause trouble for him, P·B naturally had the ability to integrate resources, grow the pie, and let many people live a better life together.
Politicians are smart people. When they find that their income has not decreased but instead they've gained an unprecedented sense of achievement, they naturally know what to do.
For the few who don't understand...
Joe Ga held a pipe gifted by Claverley, then took out a bag of tobacco from Zimbabwe and stuffed it into the pipe. Mimicking Claverley, the old hand, he pressed down the tobacco, lit it with a match, and took a puff…
Joe Ga could smoke but didn't have a strong addiction, though Claverley, the old man, was clearly someone who knew how to enjoy life. The tobacco he gifted was extremely high-end.
Zimbabwe, as the world's only producer of 'Golden Leaf', is a sanctuary for all tobacconists globally.
Almost all of China's premium tobacco requires a little 'Golden Leaf' added to it to be considered high-end.
The nicotine content in Golden Leaf is extremely low, but it is more stimulating.
Joe Ga noticed the special smoothness with just a puff, and after a few minutes, he felt something akin to caffeine working, raising his spirits a bit.
Unable to resist, he took two more puffs before putting the pipe down, then looked at the group of SAS soldiers making calls for help on satellite phones...
"Hey, guys, you've been on the phone for 40 minutes. Got any news?"
Being abandoned by their country left the soldiers feeling immense pain. A big-bearded man stood up, looked at Joe Ga, and said, "We want to go home. I want to ask face-to-face what exactly happened.
We risked our lives for England. They shouldn't treat us this way!"
Seeing the determination in Big Beard's expression, Joe Ga smiled and said, "Are you sure?
Once you show the slightest desire to pursue the matter back home, it would bring disaster to your families."
Glancing at the silent Claverley next to him, Joe Ga smiled and said, "Strictly speaking, the one selling you out isn't the British government, but some individuals.
However, those individuals also represent England. Once you pursue this upwards, someone will come after you.
I believe as SAS, you've executed similar tasks before.
To protect the country's reputation and dignity, a few deaths are of no consequence.
Though for 'Knight's' sake, if you insist on wanting to go home, we can pre-sign a retirement re-employment contract, and then I can sponsor you a plane ticket...
I appreciate excellent soldiers. If you remain unaffected, just consider the contract null and void. But if SAS kicks you out, come find me to fulfill the contract, how about that?"
Seeing all the SAS members looking at him, 'Knight' reluctantly nodded and said, "I can vouch for Hu Lang's credibility, it's impeccable.
However, I personally suggest you stay...
'Duke' and 'Ginger Head' you should have heard of. They encountered the same situation as you and faced the same choice.
In the past, they followed P·B, executing a series of humanitarian missions in Iraq. Now they are undertaking life protection tasks in the British Isles!
And the ones they protect are precisely the families of the prisoners you targeted!
I personally think their choice was the right one back then!"
Upon hearing this, Big Beard's mouth twitched a few times before he said dejectedly, "'Knight', is there really no hope for us?"
Glancing at the perpetually silent Claverley, 'Knight' bitterly nodded and said, "The British government cannot be tied to the virus, so any potential..."
Before 'Knight' could finish, Big Beard waved him off, saying, "I got it!"
Saying this, Big Beard turned to Joe Ga. After hesitating for a moment, he stood at attention and saluted, speaking solemnly: "Sir, you are the victor. Does this mean those within England have lost?
We are willing to do one last thing for England!"
Upon hearing this, Joe Ga instantly understood what Big Beard meant...
This guy wanted revenge!
At any cost, to take down those who wronged them!
Joe Ga glanced at Claverley and saw that the old man nodded slightly, so he smiled and said, "Then go ahead, Mr. Claverley here will provide you with targets.
Among them, there may be some very thrilling big shots. Take them down, and you can complete your revenge. I guarantee your 'revenge' won't be pursued."
Then Joe Ga looked at the slightly agitated team members and smiled, saying, "However, I still suggest you pre-sign a contract with P·B, so that if you encounter any unexpected situations, we can swiftly extricate you and provide the best medical services."
Upon hearing this, Big Beard frowned at Joe Ga and asked, "Sir, may I ask boldly, you should not lack soldiers, so why are you so concerned about us?"
Joe Ga stood up and walked to Big Beard, shook his hand, then looked earnestly at the soldiers behind him and said, "I believe every capable and honorable soldier is a treasure to this world.
The evil rampant in this world is beyond what many can imagine. P.B cannot declare war on all evil, but we can clear out what we see...
My territory is expanding, and I need the best soldiers to protect the innocent from evil.
I'm not just boasting; from the first day P.B was established, we've been doing this!"
Joe Ga looked into Big Beard's eyes and said in a serious tone, "I don't care about your past experiences. I only know that you are all outstanding.
Join P.B, and I'll make you even better!"
Claverley looked at Joe, who had stirred the group of soldiers, making their eyes shine. He sighed slightly and stood up to say, "I can vouch for Hu Lang.
So far, what P.B has done is within the rules!
Hu Lang always finds the right opponent for himself. Even when facing those British scoundrels, he can still fight honorably.
This is something no other private military contractor company can do!"
Big Beard looked at Claverley and said, "Sir, and you? Who do you represent?"
Claverley smiled and shook his head, saying, "Now I'm just a retired old man without any official identity.
I once served the Queen and later worked in the diplomatic system, handling tricky issues like Congo.
If you want revenge, I can guide you to your target so that your other comrades can avoid being drawn into the conflict.
I know your name is Brad Bod, codename 'Blackbeard', you might not even know it, but you worked for me before, in Malaysia, in Northern Ireland...
I admire your character and ability. If you and your comrades are willing to sign a confidentiality agreement and don't mind being monitored by intelligence, I can ensure you return home safely.
But as someone who has experienced it, I want to advise you: the paper cost sometimes isn't frightening, but when you're confined, you'll find the whole world seems to be against you.
My personal suggestion is to follow Hu Lang's advice. You are indeed the best soldiers, and the best soldiers shouldn't be driven insane by life!"
Claverley's eerie hint made all the soldiers silent for a few seconds.
Big Beard Brad Bod shook his head bitterly and said, "This isn't fair..."
After saying this, Brad Bod looked at Joe Ga. After nodding, he said somewhat heroically, "Sir, I will sign, but I need to settle my family first. You know what might happen in the future..."
Joe Ga paused for a moment, then exchanged a glance with Dorian. He smiled and said, "Elephant, do I look like a bastard who exploits employees?
Tell me, is there another company that respects labor laws more than P.B?"
Dorian shrugged his shoulders and counted on his fingers, saying, "Starting salary for special forces is level ten, base salary of fifty thousand US Dollars, combat bonus of 500 per day...
With our current operational intensity, no one in the special forces earns less than a hundred thousand annually.
Yeah, regular work schedule includes weekends off, with two months of paid leave annually, and we reimburse the airfare for you and your family...
Oh, we also have comprehensive insurance, a complete pension system, and impeccable disability benefits.
What else haven't I thought of...
I don't know if this complies with labor laws, but it's definitely much better than the SAS treatment. As far as I know, their salaries struggle to cover mortgage payments."
Blake Bod looked at Joe Ga and, with a bitter smile, said, "Under normal circumstances, upon hearing this salary package, I'd consider switching jobs...
Sir, are you serious about two months of paid vacation every year?"
Joe Ga spread his hands and said, "Of course, working with me means going to the battlefield. If you were to work without rest, it would be forcing you to death. Giving you vacation and letting you go home is responsible for everyone.
Of course, you can also bring your family to Central Africa. We have discounted housing internally.
If your family has any special skills and is willing to work in Sangha Town, I could even give you a car."
Relocating your whole family and getting a house and a car, earning a hundred thousand annually with full insurance — where is this a military contracting company? This is better than the legendary Google where you can bring your pets to work.
Big Beard Blake Bod turned around and looked at his comrades. He spread his hands and said, "What are we still hesitating about?
We return for revenge, then try out a job with honor!"
Joe Ga saw that the group's expressions had lightened considerably. He reflected that economic foundation is indeed crucial. If he had revealed the salary package earlier, perhaps these guys would have surrendered sooner...
Seeing Blake Bod align the squad's thoughts, Joe Ga cleared his throat a little and said, "You want revenge, which coincidentally aligns with my goal. P.B's 'Goat' and 'Iron Hammer' squads will be ready in London tomorrow.
I'll provide you with the most advanced individual equipment, and upon flying back, you'll rendezvous with them.
I can't personally go to London, but I want to see rivers of blood there.
Mr. Claverley is still using you, but this time he's definitely on our side.
If you have any questions, you can consult him..."
As he said this, Joe Ga stepped back a bit, touched his eyebrow as a salute in a Patton style, then smiled and said, "I don't know what I should say...
Victory wishes!"