"Sure, but there's no buyout system here. They'll choose to retire after receiving enough money. No one wants to work their entire lives; living on the edge of a knife isn't easy." The one-eyed white man said in a hoarse, ghostly voice.
"I only want women. Just tell me what you want. Times have changed. If you're just talking business and don't use your brains, you'll be a scumbag your whole life." Zhao An took out a cigarette and lit it. This time, he was recruiting bodyguards and drivers. He didn't need many, just three or two would do.
"Do you think they're prostitutes? We've had several clients try to manipulate our bodyguards before, and they all died. The only one who survived had his penis cut off. This has cost us some clients, but no one can trample on our dignity." The one-eyed white man's tone grew increasingly cold. Treating mercenaries like playthings was an unforgivable sin!
"No, no, no, I don't play with prostitutes, and I have no interest in them. I'll only recruit three, obedient and capable. If I want to, I can overthrow an entire region. Do you believe it?" Zhao An stood up and looked out the window, pointing to the empty space in the distance. "Look over there, there's nothing. If I were to launch an airstrike there, inflicting a massive bombing, what do you think would happen, unnoticed?"
"You're dreaming! That's a Federation military camp with a regiment stationed there. Do you think the Federation is a pushover?" The one-eyed white man fell silent short of his words.
Boom! A violent explosion echoed, the powerful blast shattering even the building's windshield. This was resilient glass, capable of withstanding Gatling gun fire for a while. Now, it was shattered by the aftershocks of the explosion! How could this not shock the one-eyed white man? He nearly had a heart attack!
Zhao An's expression was quite smug, but after a moment's composure, he regained his composure, his expressionless expression of emotion and emotion. This was the standard of negotiation.
"How's it going?"
The one-eyed white man looked over and saw that the entire federal camp had vanished, transformed into a sea of blazing flames. There was no need to describe what was going on inside.
"Did you do this?"
"No, I didn't do this." Zhao An, of course, wouldn't admit it. Only a fool would admit it.
After a moment's silence, the one-eyed white man sat back at his desk, took out a cigar, and began to smoke. "We have a partnership with the Federation; otherwise, we wouldn't be able to run an international company. This is just the North American branch. Thanks for your reminder last time; we saved many lives. The company's rules are simple: mercenaries are completely free to choose. If anyone tramples on their dignity, the only retaliation awaits blood and weapons."
"You want lifetime employment, but it's expensive, and convincing them will depend on your own efforts. Simple bodyguard work isn't that difficult, but you clearly have other motives. So, defeat them and gain their approval. Sign this contract, and each of you will pay $1 billion." The one-eyed white man then produced a document from his safe. "This is a termination agreement. It ensures we won't be pursued by the company. We're parting amicably, you understand."
Zhao An's expression was a mixture of amusement and pride. His previous move had already intimidated the other party. "Alright, I want these three people," he said, and he announced their names.
"Pence, Evelyn, and Domit, these three aren't very skilled. They're on the sixth floor now. You can go down and negotiate with them. Come back to me when you're done." The one-eyed white man had just finished speaking when he saw Zhao An leave the office.
"I understand. I'll see you later," Zhao An said, closing the door.
The sixth floor is where the mercenaries train, complete with a boxing ring, a shooting range, and all sorts of fitness equipment.
The body is the foundation of any mission. Without agility, protecting your employer is a formidable task. It's a good thing you don't get killed by your enemies, so you have to train hard.
Mercenaries must constantly maintain good exercise to stay in top condition for any mission. Not every mission is dangerous, but death can often come unexpectedly.
These mercenaries can earn at least $200,000 to $300,000 per mission, but after medical expenses, there's rarely much left.
Zhao An arrived alone at the boxing ring and watched three muscular women practicing their punching techniques on sandbags. These human sandbags were made of thick cowhide and sand. They perfectly reflected the feel of the blows and were incredibly realistic, making them convenient for practice.
The sudden appearance of the stranger immediately alerted the surrounding mercenaries. Although the stranger appeared harmless, no one would believe him to be harmless. A killer doesn't have to be physically imposing; as long as they possess unique skills, there are countless ways to kill, all kinds of strange and bizarre. There's nothing impossible.
"What do you do?" a sturdy black man approached and asked, his eyes wary. While seemingly asking, he was actually ready for a fight.
"I'm here to discuss business with these three women. It has nothing to do with you." Zhao An pointed at the three muscular women boxing. Even in their tank tops, their muscles were still visible. They were tough women that would put even men to shame.
The black mercenary glanced at Zhao An and quickly left. Since they weren't here to cause trouble, it didn't matter.
Instead, the surrounding mercenaries paused, their expressions tinged with amusement. You have to know that those three women were the most troublesome of the troublemakers, only willing to act together.
Furthermore, the three of them were practically conjoined, their division of labor and cooperation seamless.
Mercenaries weren't good people; many were scum, merely scum bound by rules. Toying with these veterans, who had crawled out of the dead, required more than just courage.
A muscular woman with long red hair, tied back in a bun, gasped and looked at Zhao An with a lecherous look. Her unique sensitivity could sense a man's foul desires, a sickening urge for mating. If she saw a man like that, she would punch him in the nose and break his bones!