"To be honest, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed that the leader of the famous and powerful Jackal Mercenary Corps was actually a guy with a cooking skill comparable to a Michelin chef." In front of Hou Dasheng was a man who looked about sixty years old and had a bald belly.

They sat face to face and on the ammunition box. Between the two, there were two tables of ammunition boxes stacked. There was a plate in front of Hou Dasheng, and a plate in front of the bald man. This bald man looked like a typical white man.

His face was fair and flushed skin and neck, and his big nose had deep nasolabial folds on both sides of his big nose and heavy head-up lines on his forehead. At this time, he was using a wooden spoon without any image, constantly picking up the dishes on the plate in front of him and sending them to his mouth. He was still holding an oil cake in his other hand.

But he muttered without raising his head, "To be honest, even if your combat ability and command level are not as powerful as described. Just by cooking skills, I believe you said you are the leader of the jackal. With such a meal, the combat effectiveness of a mercenary group can be increased by at least 30%!"

"Can't those damn idiots in the building allocate some money to study how to get our soldiers to eat delicious hot rice on the battlefield? To be honest, the field self-heating meals they have spent a lot of money to develop are simply a piece of garbage compared to what you make."

Hou Dasheng just smiled faintly, without any expression. The jackals had already spread out around and were holding plates and chewing delicious food. The first group of people even finished eating and went to replace their brothers and come back for dinner.

At this time, they usually don’t eat too much. Eating too much will affect their ability to move. Teammates who need to work in a short period of time are all six points full, while the rest are seven points full. Soon, the old man finished eating.

He put down the spoon with satisfaction, took out his handkerchief and wiped his hands covered with sheep oil and sighed: "This is the best meal I have eaten in the past few months."

"Okay, you've finished eating. So, now we can talk about the matter between us. I'm very interested in knowing, is there anything you have to do with me?!" At this time, the Hound brought the coffee. One of the benefits of Libya is that you can get a good coffee.

The world's three major original coffee species: Arabica, Robusta, and Libyan. About 65% of the coffee circulating in the world market is Arabica and 35% are Robusta. Libyan species, especially Libyan species native to Libya, are almost in circulation.

It is just that some people in some scientific research institutions have cultivated research, or that some people in some parts of Africa and the Middle East can drink some.

"Try this coffee, the native Libyan species." Hou Dasheng smiled slightly, raised the coffee cup to the bald head and whispered: "This is basically impossible to drink in other places. Especially now, it is even more difficult to buy it in the war. Fortunately, we have some ways, so we have stockpiled some in our hands."

After taking a sip of coffee, Bald Tail finally spoke slowly: "Actually, I'm here to ask what path you and the Jackals want to take in the future? Of course, this is not what I want to ask. This is what the company wants to ask. I'm just here for routine. Is my reason... because I'm mainly responsible for contacting the official leader of the Jackals. You can call me... George."

Hou Dasheng still smiled and looked at the bald man who called himself "George" without saying a word. What he called didn't really matter, everyone knew that this was a fake name. Like a mixed mercenary, no one would honestly report his real name when he came out to do information.

Even if that real name may be locked in the filing cabinet for the rest of your life, no one will be willing to say it out.

"Okay, get to the point." George sorted out his robe and stuffed his handkerchief back into his pocket: "The robe is so troublesome...but this is not the point. Mr. Cook, what I want to ask you is: Where are you going to take the jackal?! Is it the opposite of America?!"

Hou Dasheng still had a smile like spring breeze on his face and said softly: "I should ask you this sentence, Mr. George. Is America necessary to annihilate jackals before it can be relieved?!"

"It's stupid to try like this, sir. If America really considers letting the jackal disappear, then those spokesmen of you and the jackal in America will disappear. It's gone very thoroughly and you'll be locked. You know our satellites can do it, and then the missiles will land on your head. Just like the Slavs did to some of their rebels."

After a pause, George looked at Hou Dasheng and said seriously: "Sir, you should understand. Any company partner needs to consider it. Well, even the collaborators will have some choices that we have to make. In fact, the one who has the biggest opinion on you is the building. The main force of the offensive is them."

"I have no intention of being enemies with the most powerful country on this planet, that's the stupidest way. And you are my financial backers. If I remember correctly, we have cooperated a lot. We have helped you deal with many things, which are inconvenient for you to do."

Hou Dasheng smiled and said, "It's a pity that you don't seem to think so. Don't explain to me, the company is unaware of those things. Don't say that if you really have the will, you can clean up all our agents. I know the state of America very well. If you can really cooperate, don't say that my other forces will have been destroyed long ago."

"Of course we can cooperate. America is the bowl and dining table for all of us. As long as someone tries to smash our bowl and dining table, do you think we will cooperate?!" George shrugged Americanly without any discomfort: "Of course, if not for this, we are not willing to work hard on everything. After all, in our opinion, there are other more important things to do. It is completely unnecessary to stare at some small things."

Hou Dasheng smiled. This may be the real reason for him. Killing Hou Dasheng seems to have to be a bit expensive. There may even be sequelae. So, what if they don’t kill it?! In fact, there is really no need for them to kill Hou Dasheng and the Jackals at first.

Even now, Hou Dasheng and Jackals do not have the confidence and ability to directly conflict with a big country. It is already very difficult to kill the people who are trying to cause trouble for them. They directly pick the entire country, let alone Hou Dasheng, even other countries in the Five Constant Rebellion, would not dare to think so.

Their parliament is filled with characters, basically the spokespersons of various forces. When their interests are consistent, everything is easy to say. Once there is a difference in interests, nothing is easy to say. This is the biggest weakness of that country.

Of course, this is also their greatest advantage. Once the interests are centralized and consistent, they can even start any war without hesitation under false pretexts. Then everyone sucks flesh and blood on the broken bones to nourish themselves.

"So, I have no intention of becoming an opponent with America. I don't have the qualifications either." Hou Dasheng looked at George and whispered: "I am very glad that you don't come to cause trouble for me. Of course, don't expect me to be generous and not to trouble those who try to kill the jackal."

But the smile on Hou Dasheng's face remained unchanged, and it still made people feel like spring breeze: "A gentleman takes revenge for ten years, and I have always taken revenge from morning to night. I believe that you came to me and know that I have almost spared my hands and feet to do this?"

"Well... they can die, but they can't die in your hands." George chuckled in a low voice: "They are losers, and the losers will naturally die. We will let them die, but this cannot happen in your hands. Of course, the end of their death."

As he said that, George paused: "This is the rule and the bottom line. Our people cannot die at the hands of others."

Hou Dasheng didn't say anything, but still smiled. He picked up the coffee cup and took a sip of coffee: "Where are our losses?! My brother died, a lot of death. I don't want money compensation. You know we don't lack that. How do I count if I die?! How do I count if my brothers have lost their hands and feet, even one lung, and half a stomach?!"

At this time, George's face showed a little bit of dismay. Hou Dasheng still smiled and put down the coffee cup: "Of course I don't want to be enemies with America. This is the truth, the real truth. But I need to get the life my brother has given back. If I can't get it back, how can I be worthy of them lying under the soil?!"

"Today is different from the past, sir. You should consider the whole situation. Do you understand?!" George was silent for a while before continuing: "It is no good to be an enemy with us, no good at all. It will only bring endless trouble. Don't force us to send you to a dead end."

The smile on Hou Dasheng's face has not changed yet: "Castro, you have been thinking of him to die for many years, from the company to the building to the previous owners of that big house. Unfortunately, the owners of the big house have been changed many positions, and the supervisors of the company have also changed many positions. Even the people in the building have changed several groups, but he is still alive and alive. It seems that he has about tens of years of good life."

When this sentence was said, George's face finally became ugly: "Sir, you have to know that he has a country. And, behind him..."

"There is an investor behind him." Hou Dasheng picked up the coffee cup and greeted George in a distance: "Don't forget, I am qualified to be an investor now! He is just an investment target, I am a member. Do you think investors will watch me beaten to death by you?!"

After taking a sip of coffee, Hou Dasheng put it down and looked at George, raising his hand and whispered: "Hound, the coffee is a little cold. Make another pot."
Chapter completed!