"We meet again, Mr. Francois, your style is still the same!"
In the temporary tent set up on the high ground, Francois, who was handcuffed, sat slumped on a chair without any trace of image. Opposite him was Shepard, who had his legs crossed. And below the high ground, mercenaries raised their hands high. They were lining up to discard their weapons on the ground, and then walked to the other side very skillfully to receive their first dinner after becoming defeated.
"Don't think you won, Mr. Shepard. You were just lucky today. If you meet us in our heyday, your two hundred people are no match for us!"
"During its heyday, do you mean the first empire established by the Emperor?"
"You were led by Chief Bob Denard. At that time, we had three thousand people!"
"Wow, if that's the case, then Bob Denard will definitely come to save you!"
"You...I am a retired French officer, and I demand the treatment I deserve!"
"Of course, although mercenaries are not protected by international law, we still uphold humanitarianism and will give you reasonable treatment!"
"That's pretty much it!"
"Of course, these benefits are paid. After all, we are not a charity, and even if I agree to free of charge, my people will not agree. Don't forget, Mr. Francois, your whole family is worth one million! "
"you!"
Francois wanted to get violent, but before he could stand up, the butt of a gun was hit hard on his back, knocking him to the ground. But he still wanted to get up, but the result followed... It was more beatings.
Several PMCs were not polite to Francois at all. They took turns with rifles and military boots, and soon Francois' face was covered with blood. He half-knelt on the ground to protect his abdomen, with nosebleeds and snot flowing down. He said with tears in his eyes.
"Wait, wait, stop fighting, I know I was wrong, save my life, please, save my life!"
"Now that you know how to beg for mercy, where is your high-spirited energy back then?"
Francois wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the PMC again, and then he was about to be beaten again.
Shepard waved his hand to signal the PMC to stop, and then let him pull him out. He had plenty of time to talk to the other party.
Soon the tent was opened again, and then Eck was escorted in, also handcuffed. Perhaps François's deputy saw the beaten Francois, who seemed extremely well-behaved at the moment. He was sitting on a chair. All questions above will be answered.
Who directs the battle?
François!
Who is planning all this?
François!
Who is responsible for the daily life of mercenaries?
François!
That's right, Ekko answered all questions, and the answer must be his old buddy. Anyway, he said that he was just an adjutant who followed orders.
Such a frank answer made Shepard extremely satisfied, and he waved his hand.
"Since this guy is nothing, take him out and kill him!"
"???"
Ek's face was full of disbelief, and then he was grabbed by the arms and dragged out of the door by two guards. At this time, Ek shouted hurriedly.
"Wait, wait, I, I still have value, I know that Francois's arsenal still has purchase channels..."
"Not interested. We are selling arms ourselves. Where do you think our weapons and bullets come from?"
"Wait, wait, wait, I, I have money, I will buy my own life!"
Between life and death, Ekko quickly realized a philosophy of life: everything is negotiable, as long as the price is high enough!
"money?"
Shepard waved the guard to stop, then looked at Ekko.
"how much money you have?"
"Four hundred and twenty thousand!"
Ekko said with a pained expression.
"Pull him out and kill him!"
"Wait, I remembered it wrong, I remembered it wrong!"
Seeing that half of his body had been dragged out of the door, Eke hurriedly shouted again.
"One million, four hundred and twenty thousand, no more!"
"Wait, 1.92 million!"
After Ekko finished shouting, he found himself stopped.
"Two million, I'll buy your life. If you don't have enough money, how can you peel off other people's skin? How can I peel it back for you!"
Shepard squatted on the ground, patted the ashen-faced Ekko on the face, and then motioned to the guards to take him away.
The next person who was brought up was the special correspondent from United Mining. This guy was rude to Shepard. Shepard didn't tolerate this guy, and then he was dragged out and hung up. Although this guy He realized his mistake on the spot and begged, but Shepard still let him hang for a whole day and night.
Then, this guy was put on a truck and thrown into a nearby black tribe. What happened after that had nothing to do with Shepard.
Then, the middle and high-level officers of the mercenaries were basically beaten by Shepard, and these guys have also made a lot of money over the years. Basically everyone can cough up hundreds of thousands of funds, which is considered what Shadow Company deserves. It is an old European tradition to ask for ransom from mercenaries, so Shepard did not feel uncomfortable at all when doing this. On the contrary, he was very interested in listening to these guys write short essays for him. After all, these guys talked about themselves. One life is worse than the other.
However, although everyone was crying miserably, facing the black hole of the gun, these guys were still paying faster than the other, and Shepard specially asked people to register and record everyone's ransom, so that in the future he would It's better to let him go.
After the mid-level and senior officers, there are still hundreds of ordinary mercenaries. These guys are no exception. After all, bread and sausages are not free, but they don't need Shepard to interrogate him. He has Vietnamese agents from the Rangers. , doing this kind of thing is easy.
After all, they are the victors. What Shadow Company did was quite humane. They just chose to drain the opponent's wallet instead of destroying the enemy physically. However, the latter is not impossible. As long as someone pays for bullets, then Shepard I don't mind doing it either.
In addition to draining the opponent's wallet, Shepard also sent people to the mercenary camp and fully accepted the place that Francois had run for five or six years. Here, the mercenaries piled up mountains of arms and explosives. , even food and many daily necessities have become the spoils of Shadow Company.
It can be said that in addition to the physical body, the accumulation of Francois's mercenaries over the past few years was plundered, and the only thing they could save in the end was their own personal belongings and toiletries.
"Well, by the way, although we should take away the compensation, we can't leave them any way to survive. We are all working together to make a living, leaving the food to them!"
Perhaps out of compassion, Shepard did not forget to ask his subordinates to prepare two hundred obsolete bolt-action rifles for the mercenaries. They also came with bayonets and gun cleaning tools. The last little thought!
