Battlefield Contract Worker

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87_87165 Morningstar Military Security, Stockholm headquarters.

An old man in a black suit is sitting in a wheelchair. He was very old, with sunken eyes and wrinkled skin. But when his eyes flashed, they were still as sharp as a falcon. There is a shelf next to his wheelchair, a small oxygen tank is fixed on the shelf, and the two pipes that come out are fixed under the old man's nose.

The old man closed his eyes and listened to the report of a young man, who seemed to have fallen asleep.

"Because of the collusion between Alberta, the executive director of the African branch, and the secret society, the situation in Santujak has further deteriorated. Most of the army's strength is not in the capital area, so in the face of the elite assault of the Liberation Alliance, only insist on Less than twenty-four hours later. At six o'clock in the morning, the capital of Santujac was declared to have fallen. Harlot's army was forced to move to the eastern region, and the situation deteriorated sharply." The young man said cautiously.

But when the young man finished speaking, the old man opened his eyes and said indifferently, "Is that all there is to it?"

"Yes, General. That's all for now." The young man whispered. "Mr Michel is still waiting outside."

The old man nodded and waved, "Go out, let him in." The young man walked out with his head down.

After a few minutes, Michelle came in. The old man glanced at him and said slowly, "Sit down."

Michelle sat down and waited calmly for the old man to speak. Michelle knew it was the CEO's rule, and it was best not to talk too much until he didn't speak up.

The old man looked at him and smiled slightly, "Do you have any cigarettes on your body?"

"No, I quit. And I don't think it's a good idea to smoke with oxygen." Michelle shook her head slightly.

"It's a pity, I still want to smoke a cigarette with you when no one is there, just like we did before." The old man sighed slowly, "Have you heard about Africa?"

"Yes, the news I got this morning." Silver Wolf Michelle nodded.

"I really didn't expect that Alberta would turn against the water. I was quite optimistic about him at first." The old man shook his head and said with some doubts, "Am I a little confused?"

"General, you are indeed old, but you are not confused." Michelle said calmly. "If someone thinks you're confused, he's really confused."

"But I didn't expect that the problem would lie directly with Alberta." The old man said slowly, "There seems to be some problems with the company's employment strategy. So I want to hear your opinion."

"General, you know that I have never intervened in the affairs of the African branch." Michelle shrugged.

"I didn't let you interfere, I just wanted to hear your advice." The old man frowned.

"The African branch is a very large branch of the company. There are many capable people, but there is never a real lack of trustworthy people. This incident in Alberta is an example. I think if the general really wants to If you are determined to reorganize the African branch, you should already have a suitable candidate in your heart." Michelle smiled slightly, "But if this person wants to convince the public, he must do something."

"Do you know who is the candidate in my heart?" The old man blinked.

Michelle sighed and said, "Besides the Black Panther, who else is more familiar with African affairs, and who has more extensive relationships than him?"

The old man smiled slightly and said, "Silver Wolf, I really did not see you wrong. In fact, you are the best talent I have found over the years. So even if my appreciation for you has caused many people's dissatisfaction, I still insist that You will be the future of the company."

Michelle did not answer his words directly, but said slowly, "However, Black Panther is currently in the prison at Guantanamo. If I remember correctly, his sentence is still a long time. Even You, you can't get him out through connections. Unless you manage to get a presidential amnesty."

The old man nodded and said, "I really can't get an amnesty order, but fortunately my friends in the military will provide some information. For example, the location where the Black Panther is being held and the security situation."

Michelle frowned slightly, "What do you mean?"

"It was a last resort when he was locked up. Because he was doing dirty work, and once it was exposed, there was always a scapegoat. Now if we get him out, I think he will I am very grateful, and I am very willing to accept our contract." The old man said slowly.

"Am I right? Do you mean armed prison, or military prison." Michelle frowned, "In such a sensitive period, it is not wise to do so."

"You don't understand, this matter has actually been tacitly approved by the top management. However, due to some special reasons, he cannot be released through normal means. If he is kidnapped, no one will hold him accountable, and this prison robbery incident will be permanent. Seal it up, no one will know the truth. And the identity of the black panther will be completely whitewashed, paving the way for him to enter the African branch." The old man said slowly.

"I don't understand, why do this?" Michelle frowned. "If they are willing to let people go, why do they have to do so many unnecessary things?"

The old man smiled and said, "You won't understand, there are factional disputes among the US side, and the conflict between the navy and the army has a long history. If the Black Panther is to be released, it will touch the nerves of some people, especially Joint Task Force Guantanamo. So a lot of trouble can be avoided by using this method of robbery. Moreover, when the prisoners are robbed, they will expose a lot of their own problems. This will only make them try to cover up, not pursue."

Michelle said slowly, "So, what does the general need me to do?"

"You are also the director of operations for the entire Central and South America, and Guantanamo is in Cuba, which is completely within your sphere of influence. So I want you to complete this matter." The old man said slowly.

"I'm afraid it's inconvenient. I'm a big tree, and I don't know how many pairs of eyes staring at me in the dark. Just a little movement may cause suspicion." Michelle said with a wry smile.

"But none of them knew the existence of the UFO team." The old man sighed. "You have spent a lot of effort to create a sharp blade, but the value of a sharp blade is not in hiding, but in using. Do you understand what I mean?"

"You mean to put the UFO team into this rescue operation?" Michelle frowned.

"Yes, they are your people, and there should be no problem with loyalty. Moreover, they came from Africa with completely new faces. After finishing, they returned to South Africa immediately with the black panther, and no one could lock their whereabouts and identities. This will be a perfect operation. The African branch can't be without a leader, so your people better start within a week." The old man looked at Michelle and said. .

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