Battlefield Contractor

Ten days later, in the office of the Russian military base in St. Petersburg. Sitting on the large and heavy oak table is an elderly Russian soldier. His figure is a little bit blessed, but the star on his shoulder shows his seniority and status in the army. Krosov stood straight at the desk, humble like a schoolboy.

"So, the people of the signal flag force are safe?" the Russian general asked with a frown.

"Yes, General Yuri. They are now out of danger and returned yesterday. Except for two soldiers who died in the previous battle, they all escaped. However, one of their escorted targets was shot dead and the other escaped. "Krosov replied.

"Where is the mercenary team from Black Island?" the Russian general asked in a low voice.

"They also followed back and arrived yesterday." Krosov nodded.

General Yuri ridiculed coldly, "It looks like it's time for the signal flag force to purge and reflect. As the elite sharp knife force of the Federation, it needs a group of mercenaries to rescue."

"With all due respect, General. The mercenary squad of the Black Island Company is all elite fighters. They are so powerful that they are far from being comparable to ordinary soldiers. And in this type of mission, their mercenary status is very advantageous. I I think they are worthy of use." Krosov nodded.

"Of course I know them, Silver Wolf Michel's men, how could they be so bad." General Yuri nodded. "It is said that they have been opening a branch in Russia for some time, and they have been with us. Have cooperated several times."

"Yes, and they are currently planning to continue to develop in Russia." Krosov hesitated.

General Yuri was silent for a while and said, "I know that many people in the military are very much in favor of this form of private military companies. Even the president has expressed relevant intentions. In fact, private military companies can indeed do something The role that the regular army cannot play, and from the perspective of military expenditure, it is more economical than maintaining a standing army. I think they can be allowed to exist, but they must be operated under our supervision. But many times these Mercenaries are profit-oriented and not necessarily fully controlled. This is also a weakness of private military companies."

"Yes, General." Krosov nodded.

"But then again, if used properly, they can become very useful weapons, just like this time." General Yuri sighed. "It's not convenient for me to show up at the moment. I'll leave it to you to deal with the matter about them."

Krosov nodded, "Yes, General."

General Yuri frowned, "Some time ago, the Air Force wiped out a foreign mercenary team in southern Deir ez-Zor, Syria, with more than 60 militants from Chechnya, Tunisia and Egypt. Terrorists from Russia were found in Syria. It has long been nothing new. Many Chechen militants have now turned into international mercenaries, and almost everyone can pay for their services.

However, the favorite of these Chechen mercenaries is to oppose us Russians. Of course, there are also many Chechens who choose to serve the Russian army. In Syria, there are at least two battalions of Chechen special police forces helping our Russian army fight. This can also fully illustrate the two sides of the private military company. If they are used well, they can be a sword to kill the enemy; but if they are not well mastered, this sword will scratch us. "

Krosov nodded.

"Well, you give them this task." General Yuri slowly pushed a stack of files to Krosov.

"The mission to assassinate Dmitry?" Krosov glanced at him, slightly surprised.

"Yes." General Yuri nodded slowly.

"But the sensitivity of this matter..." Krosov whispered.

"It is precisely because of their sensitivity that mercenaries like them are required to do it. Only in this way can we stay out of the matter. Their asking price should not be low, but we can agree." General Yuri said slowly.

Krosov stood right. "Yes, I will do it now."

"In addition, we will archive everything including this rescue mission separately, and everything must be tight-lipped." General Yuri whispered.

"Understood." Krosov turned and walked away with the information.

General Yuri sat in a chair in silence. After Krosov had left, he took out a picture from the drawer, glanced at it, and locked it in the drawer again. If Lin Rui were there, he would be surprised to find that this photo was exactly the same as the old photo he had seen at Long Zhengwu, and it was basically the same negative.

"Silver Wolf Michel." General Yuri sighed in a low voice, "It's really an old friend I haven't seen for a long time."

Krosov quickly found Lin Rui who had returned to St. Petersburg with the information. Lin Rui looked at him and said, "I really didn't expect that we would meet so soon. Why, the task you assigned is completed, are you in a hurry to send me a check?"

Krosov frowned, "The money will naturally go to your account. Of course, this kind of contract cannot be directly accounted for by the military's logistics department. We will provide it to you through other units under other names, which is similar to the normal process. It will probably be three to four days behind."

"It doesn't matter if there are more processes, as long as there are more." Lin Rui shrugged. He hasn't healed yet, and his face looks pale.

"You don't need to worry about these things. We will take care of it, but there is still a problem that needs to be solved by you." Krosov whispered.

"Your money hasn't arrived, I won't talk about the next contract. This is the rule." Lin Rui shook his head.

"Whose rules." Krosov said impatiently. "It's not that we haven't cooperated with your company before. We have never heard of such rules."

"This is my rule." Lin Rui looked at him and said, "I am in charge of this place. Naturally, I have to follow my rules. Even the girls who sell themselves on the streets of St. Petersburg don't accept credit. What's more, we are. I’m working hard. Laozi is living a day without tomorrow, so naturally it is impossible to accept payment in arrears."

"Fine, I can try to urge you to ensure that your money will arrive as soon as possible." Krosov said helplessly, "Now we can talk about the next contract?"

"You can talk, but I won't promise to accept your task." Lin Rui shook his head.

Krosov whispered, "This task was requested by the general himself. Do you understand the weight?"

"Of course, since the general personally proposed it, it means that the task will not be simple, so the price will be more expensive." Lin Rui said blankly.