"The total amount is 270,000 U.S. dollars. Could you please tell me whether it is cash or a check? If it is a check, we will only accept it..."
After the bunny girl's song and dance, Petrenko felt like a monkey in the zoo, because it was noon and the store had the most customers. Then he sat blankly on a chair and watched the bunny girl dance in front of him. Lap dance, and around him, other people were watching in circles, which made him very uncomfortable.
However, those colleagues who feasted their eyes on Petrenko were particularly excited, and even kept whistling at him and giving him thumbs up. After all, without him, the brothers would have no show to watch.
So after the performance, Petrenko ran to check out without having time to applaud.
Although the KGB is not a unit short of money, it naturally does not have much operational funds. It has already spent most of it on drinking. However, while in the desert, Petrenko obtained the account and personal information of the other party from Bertrand. Seal, the old captain has been busy all his life and has accumulated a net worth of nearly a million. He is just waiting to finish this job and go to an overseas island to retire. By the way, he will find an eighteen-year-old girl. Unexpectedly, the Soviets do not respect martial ethics. He extorted his pension and ruined the old guy's dream of retirement.
Now, even his pension is being spent wantonly by Petrenko.
The check from the National Bank of Paris was naturally within the scope of Shadow Company's acceptance. After confirming that the money and goods were cleared, Petrenko followed the shopping guide to get the gifts, which were two C26 rifles produced by Shadow Company because of the bullpup design. There are not many military orders, but there are quite a few police orders. For promotion, they are used as gifts.
The two that Petrenko got were transformed into Christmas trees and filled with all the tactical accessories, including red dot reflex sights, grips, silencers, spotlights and 50 rounds of Knight Ordnance’s self-produced The drum, etc., even the trigger and painting have been improved.
Petrenko also tried firing the weapon after receiving the gift. Although he was not quite used to the operation method, the weapon was still very useful.
After taking the gifts, Petrenko was taken to a large turntable gun target. This target was divided into more than a dozen areas, with first and second prizes written in it. The best first prize was usually a rocket launcher or For grenade launchers, the second prize is ten rifles, the third prize is a pistol, and the consolation prize is a few boxes of 885 armor-piercing bullets.
The lottery method is for the staff to start the motor and turn the turntable, and then let the customers shoot the target. Whatever they hit is what they hit. This lottery method is quite novel in later generations, let alone now in Africa. Those mercenaries who come to target practice. Everyone enjoyed this session very much, although most of them only received consolation prizes in the end.
Petrenko was also eager to give it a try. He had good marksmanship and thought he would be able to win a few big prizes. But when the turntable started spinning rapidly, he realized that these female businessmen were really mean, because the fast motors were almost emitting sparks. Got it!
Fortunately, he had more chances to draw, so Petrenko shot a few times and won thirty boxes of bullets.
"Your bullets are very well packaged!"
Petrenko didn't want to say anything. If there was nothing else to do, he really wanted to teach his boss a lesson. But now, he could only pack the things and watch Uncle Black driving the ox cart to the place. Pack up the items you purchased.
"Don't you have a truck?"
"Trucks are not environmentally friendly and will release a lot of carbon dioxide and pollute the atmosphere. If you want to use a truck, you have to pay extra!"
The shopping guide himself was a little embarrassed, but this was what the boss had told him, so he could only explain it bravely.
"Okay, okay, good for the environment!"
Petrenko gritted his teeth and decided that there would be one more target in the action plan!
After driving the bullock cart to return the things to the company, Petrenko started the next step. First, he contacted the leaders of several mercenary groups he had known before. They all had financial disputes with the National Army.
Petrenko prepared the food and wine, and when everyone arrived, he began to pour out his bitterness, saying that the team suffered heavy casualties and the people were distraught, and the unfair remuneration could not be exposed. In short, it was as miserable as it was, and as tragic as it was.
The other mercenary bosses who heard this were all in tears, beating their chests and sighing, hating
The culprit must be eaten alive.
Taking advantage of the drunkenness, Petrenko told several bosses that with the current situation in Chad, their team no longer wanted to stay in Chad and was preparing to return to Angola. At least the South Africans really gave them enough money, unlike the black people here. ghost! He really couldn't swallow this breath!
Hearing that Petrenko was preparing to leave Chad, the mercenary bosses also looked at each other, not knowing what to say. Suddenly, a mercenary boss suggested.
"Aren't you planning to leave Chad? That's easy. Make a scene before leaving. Go burn down those guys' houses and smash the facade! Wouldn't this relieve your anger? Could it be that those guys still want to chase you to South Africa? Go and capture you and come back to compensate?"
"That's right. Do you have any Molotov cocktails? If I don't give you some, you can light them outside in the dark at night and then run away!"
As soon as this topic started, the mercenary bosses began to make plans one after another. One was going to blow up the house, the other was going to burn down the warehouse. In short, Petrenko and the others were doing whatever they wanted. Everyone was very angry, and they were very angry. Fuck them hard!
"That's a good idea, but we don't have many people, so I'm afraid we won't be able to make any big noise!"
"This is easy, we also have people, we can all do it together when the time comes!"
"I'm afraid this is not good. Are you still hanging around here?"
"It's okay. You have to leave anyway, leave us your armbands and so on. Then our people will just throw away the things and run away. If everyone says it was you, won't it be over?"
"That's a good idea!"
Petrenko couldn't help but praise that brother. The other person said everything he wanted to say, it was his own mouth! ..
Now that they had made up their minds to have a good fight with the indifferent Party A, several mercenary bosses began to discuss everyone's action arrangements, and the target of the attack also changed from a separate office to one that they did not like. Of course, guns will not be used in bars, military police residences, and garrison headquarters, etc., and no lethal force will be used against the military police residences and garrison headquarters. The mercenaries are prepared to throw shit in or thank others. It's a bad thing, but the fire in the office must be set!
"Thank you all, thank you so much!"
"You're welcome, we are Musketeers, everyone for one and one for everyone!"
