The two bodyguards searched the beggar-like white man's body and found that he had no weapons.

He immediately picked it up and half-dragged it in front of Chu Zihang and Victor.

Chu Zihang looked at the white man. He had long black hair that reached his neck, a long beard, deep eyes, a face covered with dirt, and almost no clothes on his body.

Is this someone just released from prison?

Or a foreign tourist who was robbed by locals and got into trouble?

"You two, let him go."

"Boss, he might be a mercenary or a spy, so be careful." Victor quickly stopped him.

"He looks so weak, even a girl can kill him."

"Let go."

Chu Zihang waved his hand and said.

The two bodyguards immediately let go of the white man, and he immediately fell to the ground weakly.

"Hey, do you speak English?"

Chu Zihang knelt down in front of the man and used his pistol to pull back the long hair from his forehead.

"First... sir, I... I will tell you."

The white man forced himself up, showing a weak look.

"Who are you? Why are you here?"

The man didn't answer.

Instead, he swallowed his saliva and acted like he was begging for mercy.

"Sir, can you give me something to eat?"

"I haven't eaten for three days and I feel like I'm going to die."

From the man's eyes, Chu Zihang saw prayer, pity, despair, regret...

But he also saw something else.

That is the trace of violence hidden deep in his eyes.

This man has a story.

"Victor, is there anything to eat?" Chu Zihang turned his head and asked Victor behind him.

"Yes, in the car." Victor nodded.

"Go get some, there's water."

"Yes, boss."

Victor did not go there himself, but asked one of his subordinates to go there.

He needs to protect the life and safety of his boss at all times.

Soon the bodyguard brought a bag of dry bread and a bottle of water.

The beggar-like man quickly grabbed the bread, tore open the packaging bag, put it in his mouth and ate it hungrily.

It looked like he was really hungry!

"Eat slowly, don't choke, and drink some water."

Chu Zihang had to remind him, for fear that he would choke to death.

After a while, the man finished the bread and water, but he seemed to still have more to eat.

After regaining some strength.

He immediately answered Chu Zihang's previous question.

After getting the answer he wanted, Chu Zihang had a weird look on his face.

The man's name is Chris Collette, a retired special forces soldier from France's former special forces.

Because he knows nothing but special operations.

In order to make money.

He took what little property he had left and came to Mogadishu alone.

He planned to join his former close comrades-in-arms.

As a result, the mercenary team where his comrade-in-arms belonged took on a big job the day before he arrived.

Assassinated the leader of a tribe near Mogadishu, but was unfortunately ambushed by the tribe.

The entire mercenary team was wiped out.

The comrades he had taken refuge with were gone, and he had no money left.

I could only walk back to Mogadishu and planned to go to the French Embassy for help.

I don’t know if this guy is the reincarnation of a bad guy.

Unfortunately, we encountered a sandstorm on the road again.

In the end, it turned into this ghostly look that Chu Zihang had seen.

Penniless and no food.

After walking for a day and night, we finally arrived at an abandoned town.

Colette was looking for some food, and then saw Chu Zihang and others.

Seeing a large number of people, I wanted to observe.

As a result, he was discovered by Victor.

This guy is quite unlucky!

They are also special forces after all, right?

With such a ghostly appearance, he is also a peerless talent.

No more interest.

Chu Zihang stood up and prepared to leave.

As for whether this guy lives or dies next, he doesn't need to care.

It is enough that I gave him bread and water so that he would not starve to death here.

After all, small dogs have dignity.

What’s more, people?

"First...sir!"

Seeing that Chu Zihang and others were about to leave, Colette quickly shouted.

The former paused in his steps and turned his head in confusion.

Colette swallowed her saliva and was very nervous, "Can...can you give me a job?"

"Even a hundred-meter knife will do."

…

Hotel, in the presidential suite.

Chu Zihang was smoking a cigarette and sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed.

Opposite him was Colette, who was devouring food as if he had been reincarnated into a starving ghost.

The crumbs of food fell from the corner of his mouth and scattered all over the carpet.

"Cough cough cough..."

Perhaps because he ate too fast, he accidentally choked.

His face turned red and he kept coughing.

Victor rolled his eyes and couldn't stand it.

Pass me a bottle of mineral water.

Colette thanked her, took it and drank half of the bottle.

Then his expression softened a lot.

But at this time, he was also full.

See Colette is full.

Chu Zihang put out his cigarette and said, "Now that we are full, let's get down to business."

"When you join our corporation, you will often travel to some war-torn areas, so your salary is 20,000 US dollars per month, and the death benefit is 5 million US dollars."

"We have insurance, medical care, vacations, holiday gifts and other benefits that other mercenary organizations have. We also have two months of vacation per year."
To be continued...