Firepower is king

"Sir, this is information just sent from South Africa."

A document was placed on Eric's desk. In this day and age where computerized offices are very common, Eric is still used to reading paper documents.

He picked it up and looked at it. Eric, who was still not very accustomed to the change in strength, first put the file away, then put on his reading glasses. Then he said with a puzzled look: "Face-slapping monster? Is this this? What the hell is your name?”

"Dozens of people from the Lion Mercenary Group and the Secret Intelligence Service were killed. Most of them were shot in the face. Without exception, the dead were killed by having their heads blown off. They were killed with one shot. They didn't know who it was. Whoever did it gave this gunman the name of a slap-in-the-face monster, and for some reason, they thought it was Andrew from the Armored Group.”

At first, he felt that the names given to young people today were really baffling, and then Eric felt that the name "Face-Slapping Monster" was quite appropriate.

Eric opened the document and continued after reading it: "Matala gathered about twenty snipers, plus the remnants of the Lion Mercenary Group to continue fighting. What's going on? It's not that we are going to send out a joint operations division. Did the reconnaissance team fight directly? Why are there only the remnants of the Lion Mercenary Group and snipers?"

"Sir, this is the point of the intelligence. Matala planned to send special forces to attack directly, but his intention was blocked by Jacob. Now the military has chosen neutrality."

Eric breathed a sigh of relief and said, "This is the best news in recent days and the only good news. Are you sure?"

"It is confirmed that the South African military did not participate in the direct attack."

"So where did the sniper in Matara come from? He couldn't have paid to hire it. Is it from that unit in South Africa?"

"The Secret Intelligence Service, there are twenty snipers in total, almost all the snipers in the Secret Intelligence Service."

Eric didn't read the document because it would take him twenty minutes to read it, but it certainly wouldn't take twenty minutes for his assistant to talk about the key points.

Eric thought for a moment and said: "The power that Matala can invest is not too strong, but the War Group cannot enter. It is not optimistic to rely only on the current protective power."

"Yes, the situation in South Africa is not optimistic. We should be prepared to lose gold. Sir, the opinion of the board of directors is that after South Africa's gold is robbed, how to prevent the next chain reaction is the focus of our current work. "

Eric nodded and said: "It seems that they are mentally prepared to lose the gold. Make a note of it and continue to pay attention to and collect intelligence about South Africa. They will not have any contact with Matala now. He has the advantage now. Can we talk about it?" If there is any outcome, we will discuss it after things turn for the better.”

After finishing speaking, Eric put down the document in his hand, threw it on the table, and said, "Take it away."

"Sir, this is the Canadian branch..."

"Wait a moment."

Eric, who had just thrown the file on the table, suddenly picked up the file again. Then he looked at the file again and said, "You just said you didn't know who the face-slapping monster was?"

"Sir, the South African side does not know the true identity of the face-slapping monster. This is to collect reactions from South Africa, so the identity of the face-slapping monster is not reflected in this document, but Malcolm has made it clear that the face-slapping monster is King's Defense Otto, the president of the company, just don’t know why they thought it was Andrew….”

Eric slapped the document on the table again and said loudly: "I knew it! That strange gun wizard must be him, only him! Do you know, this guy has a mysterious, mysterious, uh, idea about guns? He has a mysterious..."

Eric kept waving his right hand, but his mysterious lower part could not connect with the words, so his assistant whispered: "Mysterious power?"

"no."

"Mysterious connection."

"That's right! There is a very wonderful connection between the mad dog and the gun. It's like a chemical reaction. Any gun in his hands will perform incredibly well..."

"Effect?"

"No, it's unbelievable... eh."

"power?"

"Yes, power, that's a good word. Any gun in his hands seems to have been given a new life and displays incredible power."

Eric became happy. He patted the table and said: "Headshots with guns, without exception, this guy is the king of firepower. I have never seen a person as... magical as him."

As long as Eric can pick up the words, the assistant won't talk too much. But if Eric can't pick up the words, he can pick up the most appropriate words at the right time. If it doesn't work once, then twice, but it will definitely be suitable. That's why he One of the important reasons why Eric can't live without him.

Eric breathed a sigh of relief, patted the documents on the table, and said, "Send the documents to Smith and prepare the shooting range. I'm going to try the gun that Mad Dog fired for me."

About ten minutes later, Smith received an email from Eric. Of course, the email was sent by Eric's assistant.

Smith finished reading the email, then he held his head and laughed for a while, then stood up very distressed and walked around the office for a long time.

"Please come here Danny, no, I'll go find him."

Smith retired, but only semi-retired. He handed over most of the work to Danny, but he would still come to the company when encountering some major events, so he still kept his own office.

Now the top priority of the War Group is South Africa, and Danny is very busy dispatching troops and coordinating relations with South Africa, so Smith thinks it is better to go see Danny.

Danny had been busy, but luckily he was at least in his office now.

Smith entered the office. He did not smile as he was accustomed to, but said with a sad face: "Have you read the email from Eric's company?"

"Look, I'm looking at it."

Smith sat opposite Danny and said, "What do you think?"

Danny was silent for a moment, and then he whispered: "Well, I think Mad Dog can bear this kind of pressure. The current situation is not bad."

Smith waved his hand and said: "I asked him to go to South Africa because I wanted to repay him a favor, but I didn't expect that the reputation of the War Group was now pinned on Mad Dog. Danny, if I let Mad Dog take down Egypt for me, Forget about the exclusive contract from Rick’s company, but now, we ask him to guard the place with a few people from King’s Defense, which is not good.”

Danny whispered: "But Mad Dog did a good job."

Smith spread his hands and said: "You know my habits, think of a way to replace Mad Dog and the others and arrange an airdrop. Use a sports aircraft to airdrop an elite unit."

"Mad Dog is our only choice and the best choice. If he succeeds, it will only be good for the reputation of the War Group. If he fails, then only the King's Defense will fail."

Smith frowned and said, "But..."

Danny said seriously: "The key to the problem is not whether to find someone to replace Mad Dog, but who to let him go? Sir, who do you think is willing to carry out such a task? Even if we pay a super high price to arrange for the death squad to go there, But who can replace Mad Dog?"

Smith breathed a sigh of relief and said: "Mad Dog is just a... good shooter. He is not that magical."

Danny didn't speak, he just looked at Smith with questioning eyes.

Smith said helplessly: "Well, Mad Dog is the best choice, and he is also the most promising person to succeed. But if this happens, I will owe him a huge favor."

Danny said calmly: "Favor debts are not debts recognized by law. If you recognize them, they are there. If you don't recognize them, then there are no debts."

"But I recognize the debt of gratitude."

"Then be nice to him. If he comes back alive, you can do your best to repay him. It's very simple."

Smith rubbed his forehead and said, "You will definitely not replace him. I knew it earlier."

"If the situation is okay, of course I will. I just put the mad dog in the right position. I don't want him to die. Boss, if the mad dog can live, it will be good for you and me, so don't worry, I'm sure I won’t give up on him easily.”

Smith sighed again, and then he said very distressedly: "Why didn't I realize that Mad Dog was so good at the beginning? If I had known... Forget it, have you seen his new nickname, Face Slapping Monster? A total of twenty-six people were shot in the face. Although the name of Mad Dog did not appear in the information Eric gave, it is obvious that the face-slapping monster is Mad Dog."

Danny laughed and said: "South Africans are really uncreative in their names, and they are also ugly. I only know that there are facehuggers in aliens, but I have never heard of face-slapping monsters."

Smith said with great interest: "In your career, have you ever seen a gunman like Mad Dog? In assault battles with a pistol, not a single shot will miss. Have you ever seen him?"

"If someone came into my office and told me that there was a guy doing assault with a pistol, one shot at a time, one shot in the head, I would tell him to get out of my office."

Danny sat back, then curled his lips and said, "But after meeting Mad Dog, I felt that this kind of thing was normal. After all, he was a shooting champion. He had just won the Texas championship, and he had officially I have never played a game, if...if there is a monster in this world, it must be a mad dog, so this thing becomes very normal."

Smith also laughed and said: "If I tell others this kind of thing, they will make fun of the boss of War Group as an idiot for saying such nonsense."

Danny's computer buzzed. He looked at the computer and clicked on the email. After a few glances, he said: "Not only do you believe it, but Mr. Eric also believes it. The email he sent said that if possible, please I revealed my upcoming work arrangements and asked if I had any plans to bring Gao Guang back. In addition, he invited Gao Guang to his farm as a guest. Well, he was hinting to me to let the mad dog survive."

Smith smiled bitterly: "Is Eric trying to poach me?"

"Boss, please note that Gaoguang is not your corner, he has his own company, and his company is called King's Defense."

Smith smiled: "It's just a joke, but...well, what do you think of our acquisition of King's Defense? What about the idea of ​​turning King's Defense into our subsidiary and letting Mad Dog naturally become a member of the War Group?" ?”