Working as a police officer in Mexico

Ares PMC Defense Company is an important component of Victor's "War System."

After the Millennium, any Gulf War fought by the U.S. Military would first send in Black Water Company as a padding baby.

After all, mercenaries don't need severance pay!

Once they're dead, they're dead, but most of these people are from Special Forces backgrounds and can fight pretty well. Mostly without deploying heavy weaponry, they can hold their ground just fine.

But when facing the utterly unscrupulous, like Victor coming onto the field throwing incendiary bombs, you can only admit you're unlucky.

The registration location of Ares PMC Defense Company is in Africa, and the behind-the-scenes boss is an African tribesman named Albert.

The actual control is handled by Victor's "Hope Group," closely connected to the command headquarters of the First Republic... no, the General Staff of what used to be the Northern Army.

Currently in charge is a man named Hannibal Lecter, one of the 200 "Forbidden Army" personnel appointed by Victor at the Guadalupe Island Police Station. He rose to the rank of Major but was ambushed during a drug trafficker pursuit, took a bullet in the leg, and now limps when he walks.

Those who came out with Victor to conquer the world, except for a few who died in action, were mostly well-settled. However, due to many "issues," most of them have left the power departments in various position shifts and have been sent to cooler units to retire.

There are also some with outstanding abilities, contributions, and cautious personalities that have stayed, with Hannibal Lecter being one of these tiger generals!

When ambushed, he still managed to take down 17 drug traffickers with a wounded leg, along with two soldiers, and received a first-class merit. Later, Victor personally sought him out for a chat.

He was willing to provide him with a very good position.

He agreed.

Thus, he became the co-founder of Ares PMC Defense Company.

Mercenary companies are different from armies; they don't require much discipline, just the ability to fight, so the "review" here is more relaxed, just stay away from drug use and trafficking.

And there's no such thing as severance pay, either.

A regular mercenary's monthly salary is no less than 11,000 US dollars, and in high-intensity war zones, it could reach 20,000.

This pay is not low, but not high either, above average I guess.

All in all, it works out to about 500 US dollars a day.

After all, they're risking their lives, and you never know when you're going to bite it.

You think being a mercenary is easy?

When you're dead...

Ares PMC Defense Company would at most provide your family with one month of your salary as a follow-up solution. What, do you still expect five insurances and one housing fund?

At most, the company buys a standard personal accident insurance policy for everyone.

Victor's PMC company system is different; aside from external recruitment, there are also internal "part-timers" to exercise real combat capability, some of whom are new members of the Special Forces and students from special schools.

Trained by Ares PMC Defense Company, these people have also been bloodied, and outstanding individuals can be assigned among various top special forces units.

So, this is also an important part of Victor's Elite Soldier System.

These people get both army and company salaries, plus they have a position, much better than just being "contract workers."

Since the company was established at the end of 1990, it has already received three orders.

One was for the Rwandan Civil War, helping the government fight the Patriotic Front, worth six million US dollars.

Another was the Liberian Civil War, aiding Charles Taylor against the West Africa Joint Army and Government Forces, which was more expensive, about thirteen million US dollars.

Both contracts were for a year!

The intensity wasn't too high, and the pay was too little.

Another order is the annual "comprehensive synergy mechanism" signed with the First Mexican Republic worth eighty million US dollars. Whose pockets does that money end up in?

There's no need to say more.

"Let them try out the Brazilian drug traffickers' skills first," Victor reclined back into his seat, "to see if they're as tough as our Mexican ones."

Kennedy agreed with this approach.

Mercenaries have their own ways of doing things, and if the Northern Army is too brute force, causing too many deaths, it wouldn't be easy to explain in Brazil.

Let them test the waters first.

"All right, I'll personally take care of this matter. You focus on the bombing operation of the Zacatecas State Capital."

Kennedy nodded, "Should we get a code name for the operation?"

"The Curtis Lee Mei Barbecue Plan Number One!"

That is such a lame name!!!

"I promise they won't be served undercooked."

After the highest General signed the order, the command headquarters directly instructed Major General Zolf Sherman, the head of the "Air Force," who immediately went to Durango Air Base to oversee everything!

"General, should we move other planes over here?"

Zolf waved his hand, "Move what! If the opposing intelligence agencies discover it, wouldn't they know our intentions? Each to their own, taking off from the airport, free bombing."

"Disassemble all the bombers' weapon systems. It's useless to carry them; empty the weight to carry more solid burning bombs."

"Also, coordinate the fighter jet escort missions!"

Zolf Sherman rattled off several orders at once.

"The army's performance has been impressive enough; I don't want us to drop the ball here. Anyone who doesn't do well for me can get out and go raise pigs. Tell the commanders of each brigade that I don't keep idlers around."

"Yes!" The staff officer responded loudly.

Zolf Sherman took two heavy drags of his cigarette and then flicked the butt onto the ground, where it joined a pile already like a mountain. With furrowed brows, he folded his arms, watching the real-time information of various airports on the screen.