Chapter 627

...What are you talking about? Are you telling me that my bodyguard company has now taken over a country in Africa?"

Evening, Manhattan.

When the sun sets in the west, the afterglow of autumn illuminates the entire Hudson Bay in a golden color.

I wanted to go back to the rooftop and continue to be happy holding my two babies in the American music industry.

However, Abel learned a piece of news from his bodyguard captain Edward Sefolosha that even he now scratched his head in shock.

That is, after the United States captured Lak Yin, Black Rock (Armed PMC of Rock Security), which followed his orders and mobilized more than half of its manpower and resources to develop markets in Africa, actually captured Ghana in a common rebellion in Africa. This small country in western Africa.

In fact, it is not that small. This small African country has a land area of ​​nearly 240,000 square kilometers.

The land area of ​​the majestic British Kingdom is only a little over 240,000 square kilometers.

"Yes." As the chief security officer of Rock Security, Edward was actually scratching his head.

Although he is nominally the number one person in rock security, there are still many people within the company who can compete with him.

For example, the other three of the Four King Kongs, or the black rock that is independent of the rock security.

Edward had control over them, but there was no complete hierarchy.

"The information sent back by Felix Wilkenhu Yinsen is like this."

"They were originally in Ghana and took over a business to protect American customers. It was a mineral detection company, and they planned to work deep in the Volta Province of Ghana."

"But when our people just arrived in Ghana and were resting in their capital, Accra, there was a mutiny in Accra, and their soldiers were attacking their command house. Their command house was not defended, and the defenders brought Their commander withdrew and the rebels pursued them. As a result, during the chaos, they ran into our people. Our people had to fight back for their own safety. Unexpectedly..."

At this point, Edward paused and continued in an uncertain tone: "I didn't expect them to be vulnerable. Felix and the others easily defeated the rebels and the defenders of the command house. In the chaotic battle, the Ghanaian The commander was hit by a stray bullet and died..."

While Edward was personally introducing the situation to himself, Abel was also checking the report documents faxed back by Felix Wilkenhuyinsen and Neil McCormick, the main persons in charge of Black Rock.

The information in the document is roughly the same as what Edward said. It can be said to be relatively simple.

It was difficult for Abel to judge the specific situation, although he did not believe that the real situation would be such a coincidence and that there would be so many accidental factors.

The problem now is that his PMC company's private armed forces defeated a rebellion in a small African country, and also killed the mastermind of the government.

To be honest, this was the first time Abel had encountered this kind of thing.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say.

"Call Allen and the others over here. By the way, let Allen call over some of our consultants."

After thinking for a moment, Abel ordered Edward.

Edward nodded and immediately went out to make arrangements.

Abel then stood up and walked a few steps to the huge floor-to-ceiling window behind his desk.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can overlook almost the entire Manhattan scenery.

At dusk, Central Park is dyed golden everywhere, and it looks extremely beautiful from a high altitude.

The East River in the distance is extremely busy, and even further away, some high-rise buildings in the riverside area of ​​Queens are all lit up with neon lights before it gets dark.

The visual impact of the most prosperous city in the world briefly pulled Abel away from the news about Africa he had just heard.

But after waiting for more than an hour, when all the people he was waiting for arrived, he started to deal with this somewhat ridiculous thing again.

"The best way is to immediately find an obedient puppet locally. Whether it's the rebels or someone from the government, let him take over directly."

In Abel's office, when night falls outside and the lights begin to turn on, the neon lights of Manhattan are shining so brightly that they are visible in space.

An old white man in his 50s to 60s, dressed in a suit and leather shoes with a straight posture, said this.

The name of the old white man who spoke was James L. Jones. He was once a commander in the U.S. Marine Corps.

After Jones retired last year, he opened two military consulting companies in his hometown of Virginia: Iron Hand Security LLC and Jones Group International LLC.

Then late last year, Rock Security acquired both companies.

It was logical that James L. Jones came to New York to work for Abel for reasons that no one could fault. As Abel's consultant in PMC and international military affairs, he also worked for Smith Intelligence Company and Rock Security Company. With two generous salaries and corresponding high benefits, even among his colleagues, they will be very envious.

A perfect American revolving door deal.

Off topic: James L. Jones was Edward Sefolossa's immediate boss.

"In that ghost place, there are too many rebellions every year. According to incomplete statistics, there have been about 300 rebellions since the end of World War II, and sub-Saharan Africa experienced even more rebellions between 1956 and 2001. There were 80 successful mutinies and 108 attempted mutinies, an average of 4 per year."

"There are statistics for this. It is relatively large and known to the international community. The number of small ones is estimated to be even higher."

James L. Jones was in the office, talking to his boss and colleagues: "So this is nothing. The best way to deal with it at the moment is to find a local person immediately and throw the responsibility to him."

"Of course." At this point, James L. Jones nodded to Abel with some respect, "These are actually not important. The most important thing is your thoughts, Mr. Smith."

The retired general's words made everyone naturally look at the boss.

After listening to the advice of James L. Jones, an important person in the former Five Corners Building, Abel generally had a clear thinking.

Abel knew that he was more or less responsible for this matter.

It was because of one of his ideas that Black Rock, which had been overwhelmed with business in Lak Yin, had to send more than half of its personnel to Black Africa.

Otherwise, just from the perspective of profit and normal operation of PMC, it is most correct for all black rocks to stay in Lak Yin or Afghanistan at this time.

Who knows that Black Rock has this relationship between its boss and Shrub, and is itself a part of the military-industrial complex.

It is easy to get various PMC tasks with more money and less work.

There is no need to go to black Africa where the conditions are worse and more harsh, and you will earn less money...

The problem is that Abel, the boss, doesn't think much of the profits Black Rock makes in PMC.

Yes, there are indeed many comparisons with other normal industries, and it is also outstanding among PMC peers.

But for a guy like him who regards the global financial market as an ATM, he really doesn't care much about that little money.

What's more, Abel's original intention of forming PMC was to have fun and have his own private armed forces.

Money or not is not important.

So because I accidentally remembered Gnawa's strong performance there when he was reborn in his previous life.

Thinking of this, Abel gave his black rock the order to go there.

It feels somewhat like playing a strategy game.

It's just that ordinary people play computer games, or tabletop war games at most. And he, Abel Smith, directly started playing in real-person mode.