"It seems that you guys haven't taken good care of your bodies. That's not good. Recently, some research has shown that obesity can bring about many terrible diseases. You all belong to this group."
"So I've decided to ask the company's chefs to modify the menu and remove those high-calorie foods. A comfortable environment will make people lose their competitiveness and eventually be eliminated by society."
"The temperature of the air conditioner should also be raised. I'm a little cold."
No one had anything to complain about. After all, they also felt cold.
Cold was just a form of revenge against heat. It was a very childish revenge, but it was very interesting.
It was the same reason why people would cover themselves with a blanket under the air conditioner and eat cold drinks in a room with heating equipment in the middle of winter. It was revenge.
"Next, let's talk about our new jobs …" Lynch lowered his head and looked at some of the documents in his hand. "… Tell me what you think."
After waiting for two minutes, no one spoke. When Lynch raised his head, he was a little surprised. He looked at the people around the table. "I thought someone had already told you what I'm going to say after coming here."
Lynch's words were very blunt, and many of the management's faces more or less showed some awkwardness. They were really embarrassed.
These people were all put in by the Ministry of Defense, the Security Committee, and so on. They did know what Lynch was going to say.
However, some things would become very … awkward, the kind that could kill.
It was like Mr. Cheating and an honest man were a pair of friends. The honest man knew that Mr. Cheating had slept with his wife, but when he didn't say anything, they were still good friends.
However, once he said that he knew something about it, even if he didn't mind, it would be difficult for the two of them to become friends again. They might even become enemies.
This kind of thing was so strange. It could be done, but it couldn't be said. Once it was said, everything would be over.
Of course, this example was not so suitable, but … Who cares!
"It seems that no one knows. I have to thank the salary that I send out every month. It has more or less played a role."
Lynch put down the documents in his hand. "Then we have two things to discuss next."
"First, find Isabella, the daughter of the Marillo warlord who had just been assassinated."
"Second, you guys discuss how to help Sanchez rise as soon as possible."
"By the way, do a budget …"
What followed was a very professional discussion. Everyone sat at the table and discussed the two goals proposed by Lynch as the core of the operation.
The situation in Amarillo was different from the places where the Blackstone Security had carried out missions before. Amelia might be the most turbulent environment they had ever experienced, but it was only a little turbulent. It was far from being "terrifying."
Marillo was now the most terrifying part. The Warlords who had been silent for a long time were starting to move again. With their size, this clash could eliminate two or three of them, leaving only one behind.
This was why the Department of Defense was willing to spend money to hire someone to do it instead of doing nothing.
If they really didn't do it, the Federation would have an evil neighbor, an evil neighbor that hadn't fallen despite the devastation of war.
That was not in the interest of the Federation!
This also meant that this military operation would not be a short-term military outsourcing. It might take a few months, or even a few years, or even longer.
The longer the duration of a military operation, the easier it was to cause more casualties. There was a professional index for this.
No one would say anything because everyone was used to war. Once they mastered the techniques of war, no one would die.
There was no such saying. The longer the war, the more people would die. No one could change that.
Moreover, they were no longer facing untrained anti-government forces. They were facing real soldiers, professional soldiers.
Even if the weapons in their hands were not so advanced, their quality was unquestionable. It could even be said that the soldiers under the Marillo warlords were far better than the soldiers of the Federation in terms of combat experience, endurance, and psychological endurance.
This was also why the Federation was so sensitive to the changes in the situation in Amarillo. They had always been at war. On the other hand, the Federation Army had not experienced a military conflict that could really be called a "war."
Everything was unknown. They couldn't use uncertain things to bet on an even more uncertain future.
Hiring private military contractors to fight some local wars to measure the level of the Federation Army. Then, they would consider whether to adjust their countermeasures. This was a very wise choice, but it was a little … cruel.
After all, a large number of young men were about to be sent to other people's battlefields. If they died in Amarillo, they would not even be honored, nor would they have the chance to be buried in the heroes' cemetery with the highest standards.
They might be buried somewhere in Amarillo, on the side of the road, in the wilderness, or even in the smelly gutters. People would only remember their names in the end. It would be as if they had never existed.
But they were some people's children, some people's husbands, and some people's fathers.
War was a scary thing.
How many loyal souls would be buried in a foreign land?
Lynch, who was thinking about diverging thoughts, suddenly thought of "500 years." When people's thoughts jumped, it was scary!
Looking at the people working hard in front of him, who knew what they were thinking and whose side they were sitting on?
In fact, Lynch could feel that these people were not like before. They were not completely on the side of the Federation Government.
After all, the one who gave them bonuses was not the Federation Government, but Lynch himself.
Those who were injured or even died on the frontlines were also dealt with by Lynch, not the government.
Compared to the government's insignificant "introduction" of a job to them, Lynch was actually the person they really relied on.
This time, Lynch directly pointed out some sensitive topics. In fact, he was also telling these people that he had always known that they were people planted by the Federation Government, but he was still using them and would continue to use them!
This was a very special kind of attitude, and they had to accept it.
After about half an hour, the discussion in the conference room gradually subsided.
"We made a simple deduction. If we want the people in Sanchez's hands to be immediately useful, we need to send a ratio of 'one field agent and three to five natives' to Sanchez."
"If Sanchez wants to stabilize his current situation and territory, we'll need to send at least 1,500 people over."
"To be honest, this number is a bit high."
The one who spoke was the senior commander of Blackstone Security. This was what they said themselves.
In the company's words, they were senior tactical consultants. These people had deep military backgrounds, and some of them even worked in the strategic command center.
After a pause, the senior consultant added, "In fact, the result of our calculation is that we need to send at least 2,000 to 2,500 people to prevent Sanchez's forces from shrinking."
His tone became a little deeper. "People die in war, even if we have advanced weapons and technology."
The situation on the battlefield was too complicated. Who knew when and where a f * cking piece of debris would fly over and kill people?
There were also those flying bullets and all kinds of accidents. No one could guarantee that they would survive, and the same was true for the soldiers of the Federation.
Blackstone Security now had a total of about 6,000 to 7,000 field agents. 3,000 of them were permanently stationed in the Amelia area, and from time to time, they would sweep the mountains and remote areas.
The other 1,000 people were in shifts with the people in Amelia. In fact, it was equivalent to 4,000 people being trapped in the Amelia area.
It could not be helped. The general environment was very stable, but there were still anti-government militants in remote areas.
The Guevara people were gradually getting used to spending money to solve problems. At least they did not need to pay expensive pensions, and they did not need to bear the scolding of the media and the people. If they could spend money to solve problems, then so be it.
Now, Lin Qi only had one to two thousand people that he could use. This included the field personnel who had received various business orders.
The number of people who could be mobilized at any time was estimated to be about 1,000 people.
This number was much less than what they had planned. In addition, they still needed people to search for Isabella. Blackstone Security was now seriously understaffed.
After a moment of silence, Lynch said, "Then tell them that we are going to expand..."
The news that Blackstone Security was going to expand quickly spread in the military. It could not be helped. As the benchmark in terms of salary and other aspects of military operations, many people did not mind working at Blackstone Security after retirement.
Although field agents had to bear some risks, the pay was high, the benefits were good, and the holidays were long.
Those who worked in the field in Amelia often worked for three months and could rest for nine months. After all, they risked their lives and the pay was too high!
The salary of an inside job was lower than that of a field agent, but it was much higher than the salary given by the Federation government. There were also various benefits, which made many people jealous.
Previously, when the mass disarmament was carried out, many people cried and shouted that they did not want to leave the military.
At that time, there was a decline in all walks of life. After retiring from the military, it was equivalent to not having a livelihood.
However, now that the news had spread, many soldiers were a little moved. Some even began to use their connections, hoping that they would be selected.
Although everyone knew that it would be dangerous to go to the battlefield, who cared?
There would always be people who thought that they were lucky and would not die easily, or that they were not willing to be mediocre and wanted to fight for a future.
For a moment, people were moved.
While Blackstone Security was preparing to expand, Mr. Trumann also encountered a problem. The President asked him.
"After Blackstone Security expands their recruitment this time, their number of registered personnel will exceed 10,000. Every time I think about this problem, I feel a little scared."
"Lynch, is it really safe?"