Lisco's American Life

After the business was done, it was time for small talk. Charles looked at Hill's attitude as being flattering. In addition, there might be many more collaborations in the future. As the only two dark forces under Lisko, the two of them were bound to be involved.

Very deep.

So Charles began to speak out frankly about some things.

"Hill, there is something I don't know whether I should say directly."

When Hill heard this, his hand that poured wine immediately stopped.

"It's okay. Tell me, do you need my help?"

"No, I have nothing to do and I need your help. It's your business."

After drinking a glass of wine, Charles became obviously more active in his speech.

"Didn't you notice when you acted last time? Your subordinates are really mixed, which is not conducive to future development. Furthermore, the boss's main purpose of recruiting you is to be able to control Denver's intelligence.

But the result last time was not satisfactory.”

Having said this, Hill also became a little dejected. He was indeed a good hand in the gang's business, but when it came to rectifying these things, he was somewhat powerless.

As for the gang's shortcomings, he was clearly aware of them, but he never had a suitable starting point and didn't know where to start.

"I know everything, but I can't figure out how to do it specifically."

Hill's mood also began to feel low. He refilled Charles' empty wine glass, then picked up the whiskey in front of him and drank it in one gulp.

"Let's see, the mercenaries have a lot of free time now. You can mobilize some elites for training, and externally, develop more suitable peripheral personnel to act as eyes and ears. This way, at least no matter what happens in Denver, you can be the first to do so.

Know,"

After the elites are trained, their combat effectiveness will definitely rise sharply. In this way, even if the number of personnel is reduced, it can still ensure the deterrence of the Crown Gang to the outside world. Naturally, the more peripheral personnel, the better, and they must be able to use the name of the Crown Gang. This condition is for

For many young gangsters, it is quite attractive.

Of course, Hill understood this. When he saw that Charles was willing to help, he immediately raised his glass and pushed the glass to Charles with a look of joy on his face. The relationship between the two of them became closer and closer over the glasses of wine.

By the time Charles left the bar, it was already two hours later. He took a glass of lemonade from the counter. He felt that his drunkenness had subsided a lot and he felt much more sober. However, he was not allowed to drive, although even if

If you are found out, you can easily find connections to fish him out, but there is absolutely no need to do such a waste of human favors.

After casually hailing a taxi and telling the driver his destination, Charles began to close his eyes and meditate in the back seat.

"Here we are, sir."

Charles broke away from his dazed feeling, took out a few coins from his wallet, and handed them over.

The driver also knew that the remainder would definitely be a tip. Such generous customers were really rare, so he immediately thanked him.

Charles looked up and looked at the golden signboard shining in the sun, "Lee's Gym."

In order to prevent the mercenaries from being too idle, Lisko spent part of his funds to sponsor several gyms in Denver. This is the headquarters. Almost all mercenaries work here and get paid. In name,

They are fitness instructors, but when something happens, these muscular men can take up weapons and easily destroy every enemy with ill intentions.

Last time, it was only through the methods of mercenaries that we were able to find traces of Noye so quickly in such a huge city, and finally successfully eliminated the crisis.

He took the elevator and went straight to the floor where the gym was located. At first, this job was just a cover-up, but later, most mercenaries fell in love with this position. They were able to sweat every day and get to get off work on time. This kind of life was something I had only dreamed of in the military camp.

"Hoo, ha, drink."

Before he walked in, the sounds of boxing reached Charles' ears. He smiled, feeling as if he had returned to the time when he was serving in the army, his eyes full of memories.

As soon as he opened the door, everyone in the room turned their attention. The gym's business was still good. Charles took a brief look and found that everyone he saw were customers he had never seen before.

Although Denver is not a city famous for high-tech, due to the local preferential tax conditions, there are still many companies that choose to live here. Most of the gyms are filled with customers from these companies, all with big belly.

Sweat like rain on the fitness equipment.

"team leader."

A familiar team member called Charles, and before he could answer, a whisper passed through his ears. Although he drank some wine, it did not affect Charles' muscle memory at all. He immediately squatted and avoided the sudden attack.

coming attack.

"You boy."

Charles smiled and shook his head. We are all comrades-in-arms, and the best way to say hello is to come to fight, so this is the way to say hello almost every time we meet.

Before he could stand firm, another attack came over. Charles immediately stopped smiling and started to fight back. If he was really defeated by these brats, then his title of captain would be in vain.

He knocked down the two people in front of him with three strokes, five divided by two, and eagerly looked at the remaining team members to make sure that no one would rush up again, and then he relaxed a little.

"You guys are really energetic. Okay, stop it. Let's go in. We have something to talk about."

"Captain really hasn't changed at all. We are not opponents yet."

The two team members on the ground looked at each other and smiled, then held hands, borrowed some strength from each other, and stood up.

The group of people walked directly to the rest area of ​​the office, and Rooney, the oldest, spoke first.

"Is there any mission? Brothers are almost rusty from idleness."

For them, what happened last time was just a simple exercise. Almost everyone was very eager to have another mission like India. After all, it is not easy to support a family.

"Not yet, but the boss has a reward for what happened last time. No, it's 10,000 US dollars for each person. You can take it and divide it."

Charles took out two checks from his pocket, one of which was drawn by himself, and the other was drawn by Lisko. After all, if there were only one hundred thousand dollars, it would only be five thousand dollars in each person's hand.

What a special award.

In addition, as the captain, the last mission was very satisfactory, and naturally there were rewards. His annual salary was almost one million US dollars, and it was easy to come up with these.