Chapter 5 Maddox Olson

After that, Trent clapped his hands and walked into the villa area.

A few minutes later, according to the address, Trent came to an elegant villa that wasn't vulgar or ostentatious at all.

At the door of the villa stood a dignified middle-aged woman in her thirties in a suit. She wore a pair of black glasses and held a Siamese cat in her arms, waiting.

"Hello. I am Trent Brougham. I was entrusted by someone to visit Mr. Olson."

Seeing her, Trent figured that she was the secretary the soldier at the door mentioned.

Delilah Mcfarland sized Trent up and smiled, "Come in with me."

"OK."

He followed her and entered the villa. The moment he went inside, he smelt a faint fragrance floating in the air which filled the corridor. Thirty feet from the door, on a sofa in the lobby, a silver-haired old man was reading the newspaper carefully.

Delilah walked to the old man and whispered, "Mr. Olson, he is here."

"He is here..."

Maddox Olson sighed softly, "It's rare for a junior to take the time to visit an old man like me. I'm getting old every day, and it hurts my eyes to read the newspaper now. I'm glad he's here. We can chat."

"Mr. Olson, you know that's not true. You have just retired for a few years and are in good health. The young men abroad are still looking forward to your return. They want you to regain your glory and be their guide," Delilah joked.

"Me? I don't think so. I'd better enjoy my retired life. I don't want to trouble them."

Maddox claimed so. However, there was a clear desire to return to the battlefield in his eyes. Unfortunately, time passed quickly, and it was impossible for him to return to the battlefield.

He took off his reading glasses, put the newspaper on the table, got up, and slowly turned his head. "Come closer and let me see who is here."

"You are..."

In an instant, Trent murmured and immediately straightened up, stood up straight, and quickly gave Maddox a standard army pose.

"Mr. Olson!"

Trent's voice was loud and clear, and his tone was extremely respectful. He thought, the old man in front of me is not someone ordinary. He is a legend in the foreign mercenary world and has a reputation for fighting alone. Everyone is intimidated by the fact that he killed a thousand men on his own. Also, he has ruled the foreign mercenary army for decades with his patriotic and invincible attitude, making countless killers afraid of his posture and dare not cross the border.

Also, he is one of only eight men alive from that era.

It is rumored that five years ago, he was so angry with an action that he flipped while he was in the organization. He slapped the table at his leader, vomited blood due to rage, and was admitted to the hospital. After that, he retired, which undoubtedly became the happiest news for foreign mercenaries and even all the killers.

The curtain falls on the career of the old hero of a generation finally.

No one expected that the old hero who ruled the military world and was bold enough to slap the table at his leader would live in Los Angeles these years!

Trent was shocked.

He was shocked that his superior asked him to visit Maddox.

"Well, well. It seems that someone still remembers me after five years after all." Maddox laughed heartily. He stepped forward and patted Trent on the shoulder, saying, "Very good. Young man, you have solid shoulders. You look like a top sniper to me. Come here. I'm interested in knowing which brat introduced you here."

"Yes, Mr. Olson."

Trent handed over the letter of introduction with both hands, not daring to take a breath.

Maddox took the letter of introduction and opened it. As soon as he saw the name on it, his expression became serious, and he frowned deeply. Maddox read the whole letter with a solemn face. Then he raised his head, and there was a hint of pride in his eyes when he looked at Trent.

"The sharp blade of our country... You are the one and only ... Wolf King!"

After saying that, Maddox, who was ninety years old, raised his palm for the first time after he had retired for five years and responded to Trent with a standard military pose.

"Mr. Olson, you..." Trent was flattered. He thought, the famous Mr. Olson salutes me!

It's not conventional at all!

"It's what I should do. I am just a retired old man now, and this is my respect for you, the Wolf King. You are worthy of my salute. Wolf Fang Mercenary is our country's sharp blade. If you hadn't crossed the border alone five years ago to carry out the final beheading, Wolf Fang Mercenary's reputation would have been ruined, which would be a great humiliation to countless seniors of Wolf Fang Mercenary. Trent, good for you!"

After saying that, Maddox gave Trent a thumbs-up.

Once upon a time, countless young men had worked hard all their lives just to get the praise of Maddox, the old hero. Yet right now, Maddox took the initiative to give Trent a thumbs-up.

It represented the affirmation of a senior to his junior.

It was also the inheritance from the old generation to the new generation.

Trent was instantly hot-blooded and saluted again. He said, "Thank you for your praise, Mr. Olson."

"Enough. Come and sit here. Stop standing there."

Maddox pulled Trent to the sofa and picked up the teapot to make tea for Trent.

"Mr. Olson, let me."

"No need. It's just making tea. Though I'm old, I can still manage. You are a hero." Maddox was an old man, and the old tended to be stubborn.

"Alright then..." Trent scratched the back of his head in embarrassment.

"Dario told me about your family situation in the letter. Now that you've retired, you may stay in Los Angeles. I will have Delilah transfer you 8 million dollars tomorrow and let you be the CEO of a security group made up of top foreign mercenaries. You just need to take my letter and take office without having to worry about anything," Maddox said candidly. Dario Herty was Trent's colonel, and it was the first time Maddox had used his personal connections for a young man's career.

Trent immediately stood up from the sofa. "Mr. Olson, I'm not here for a job. You got me wrong."

"What?"

Maddox was puzzled. "If you are unhappy with my arrangements, what are you going to do then? Don't forget that your files in Wolf Fang Mercenary these past few years will be classified as a top secret. Other than the security group, you have nowhere to go."

"To tell you the truth, I filled in the application to become a cleaner in the Lennard Group this morning. My brother and sister-in-law found me a good job, and I can help myself."

Trent explained. He didn't want to put Maddox, the old hero's lifetime wisdom in doubt for his own sake. Moreover, he just wanted to live a peaceful life and be an ordinary person.

"A cleaner?"

Maddox slammed the table and shouted, "What? How can that be? The Wolf King of Wolf Fang Mercenary being a cleaner?"

"Mr. Olson, it's my choice."

"You..."

Maddox stuttered, suddenly not knowing what to say.

He stared at Trent for a long time, realizing that Trent wasn't joking. Then he let out a long sigh and said, "Fine. Now that you've decided on your course, I won't say anything else. If you encounter any problems in the future, as long as it's not against the law, feel free to come to me. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, Mr. Olson." Trent felt alright agreeing to such a request.

Then Trent said, "But Mr. Olson, I do have a request coming here today. I wonder if you can help me find out the whereabouts of the family of my late comrade, Spencer Pratt."