Book 1 Chapter 5: Old Enemies (Part 1)
You don't have to fight more battles than you want to, unless you want to understand the art of war - Napoleon Bonaparte
Aloke's victory became the first turning point for the Kaito mercenary corps, with a gold mine producing around 100 ounces of pure gold per day making every member of the corps an overnight millionaire. More importantly, the impossible task was completed by eight newcomers who had just entered the mercenary world, making the Kaito mercenary corps famous! The corps' ranking on the internet rose to the top 100, and various orders poured in! After Aluke posted a message on the internet recruiting members for the Kaito mercenary corps, even professional mercenaries ranked within the top 1,000 in the world began to apply to join!
The Duke, who was left with a belly full of complaints, and the stormy training of the Arohk Kingdom's army, the Kaito group returned to the Dunkerque headquarters with gifts for the king. Unexpectedly, besides Ah Cheng, there was also a black giant over two meters tall waiting for them at the gate!
No unnecessary small talk, everyone returned to the spacious hall together. Ah Chen opened the laptop on his knees: "Recently, the price of gold all over the world has been rising, especially in the United States, with a price of $398.25 per ounce, and our gold mine produces 100 ounces of pure gold every day, which means we have an income of $39,825 every day. After deducting necessary expenses, each person's money will be deposited into your account every ten days. Also, the big guy called Sandbag is my private assistant, whom I found from a circus troupe, and he will be in charge of taking care of everything here when you are not around."
The big guy smiled kindly, his two huge palms resting on the back of Ah Chen's wheelchair. His dark skin was quite rough, especially on his face, which looked like it had been thoroughly smashed by countless powerful blows, breaking bones and muscles!
"Hey, what's with the name 'Sandbag'? Were you born to be beaten up by others? You're lucky if you don't get into fights in the circus, and yet people still come looking for trouble with you?"
The giant was still smiling warmly, as if he had only one expression in his life. Ah Cheng said coldly: "Don't ask! He has no tongue, it was cut off by the Japanese boss of the circus when he was a child! His job in the circus was to let those perverted spectators hit him with sandbags, that's how his face got smashed! Now come down to the basement, there are things to say to everyone.
The giant pushing the wheelchair had to bend almost all his joints to squeeze into the narrow basement, and the ghost dragon behind him asked Ah Zhen in a low voice: "Is that circus still in Dunkirk?"
"The dock area, just arrived two days ago, performing every night until 11:30!"
"I'll get them to go out for a few nights then!"
"Whatever!"
More than thirty computer screens in the basement gave several Russian military men that heart-wrenching feeling again, having just left for a week, and there were at least twenty more computers and a huge workstation, all of which cost money!
It was as if he had seen through the minds of the Russian military men, and Ah Cheng's sarcasm echoed in the basement without mercy: "Don't look anymore! These are cheap goods bought from smugglers in the US and Germany through Fahad's connections, not much money was spent. Now my computer can directly connect with the official intelligence websites of most countries in the world, share information, and find the orders we need and suitable partners in the shortest time! To ensure the balanced strength of our mercenary group, our mercenary group will only recruit experienced fighters and experts in various fields from now on, especially retired special forces from certain countries!"
