The Captain said coldly, "Your information was inaccurate, you got my brother killed, and almost got us all killed."
Peter sighed heavily, turned around, opened the car door, and took out a plastic bag from the driver's seat. He handed it over to the Captain, "The final payment was fifty thousand, but here's a hundred and fifty thousand, buddy, that's everything I've got."
The Captain took the plastic bag, looked inside for a moment, then casually handed it to Bottle Cap.
With a pleading look, Peter said, "Buddy, I admit the problem was caused by faulty information. I was getting ready to run as soon as I got your call last night. I can't stay in Tijuana anymore. This is all the money I have. If it's not enough, all the equipment is yours, okay?"
The Captain thought for a moment and then said gravely, "I don't want your equipment. Bottle Cap, give the equipment back to him."
Bottle Cap immediately went to open the trunk, then started to unload their tactical gear from last night—bulletproof vests, rifles, pistols, radios, and more—placing each item carefully on the ground. Seeing Bottle Cap's actions, Gao Guang also began unloading from the car.
Then, the Captain opened the back door of another car and said softly, "Wild Bull's body."
With his hands spread, Peter said, "Sorry, my apologies."
The Captain closed the car door and then said very seriously, "This is the end of it. This matter won't go any further. You can set up shop somewhere else."
Peter immediately said, "Thank you."
The Captain nodded, and after watching Gao Guang and Bottle Cap finish unloading the equipment, he suddenly asked, "Where do you plan to take guns that have killed who knows how many people?"
Gao Guang was taken aback, then reluctantly pulled out the pistol from his waistband, removed the magazine, cleared the chamber, and started wiping the gun meticulously with his clothes, even cleaning the magazine several times.
Unable to help himself, Peter said, "Is that much caution really necessary?"
As if he hadn't heard, Gao Guang gave the submachine gun the same treatment, wiping every part several times over before laying it gently on the ground.
It was a pity, the submachine gun hadn't fired a single shot.
With everything unloaded, the Captain nodded at Peter and then beckoned, "Let's go."
The group got back into the cars, but this time the Captain and Gao Guang got into one car, leaving Joey to drive alone, following behind with Wild Bull's body.
They turned around to leave, and Gao Guang glanced back, seeing only Peter standing motionless behind a pile of tactical gear, watching them as they drove away.
Therefore, Gao Guang couldn't help saying, "We're just leaving like this? Won't the middleman get into trouble?"
"I admire your caution and attention to detail, but you needn't worry too much about Peter. He made a mistake this time, but he's not stupid. He knows which mistakes are permissible and which are absolutely forbidden. Here, take this," said the Captain as he handed something over.
Turning his head, Gao Guang found the Captain tossing a phone onto his lap.
It was the Captain's phone, one he had been using all along. Gao Guang, confused, looked at the Captain and asked, "What do you mean by 'it's yours now'?"
The Captain said indifferently, "I've already thrown away the SIM card. Just take care of the phone yourself."
In the phone was the video of Gao Guang killing Sanchez—Gao Guang's leverage. But now, the Captain had simply given him the phone.
Gao Guang suddenly understood, then immediately said, "Thank you!"
The Captain raised a finger and waved it, then said calmly, "Let's talk about your job now. I know you're curious, so to put it simply, I run a security company in Los Angeles. Some of our clients are Mexicans, so I need people who can speak Spanish to handle their business. Wild Bull was in charge of that, but he's dead, and you..."
After a silent moment, the Captain continued, "There are many people who speak Spanish, but your exceptional performance last night impressed me. You may lack experience, but I think you were born to do this job. That's why I'm inviting you to join our company."
Are some people just born for PMC work? Gao Guang didn't think so before, since he only knew of the industry's existence without really being familiar with it.
"I'm willing to give you this job, but you don't have any military experience to take on combat missions, you're just a translator, so as for the salary... two thousand US Dollars a month."
Two thousand US Dollars a month, Gao Guang thought that was a high salary. He had limited aspirations due to poverty.
But the Captain spoke very seriously, "Don't think the salary is too low. Two thousand dollars is what you'd make in a legal job, and as you don't have legal status in the United States, you'd be working illegally. In this case, two thousand dollars is already very high."
Gao Guang was stunned for a moment; he hadn't really thought about the implications of working illegally. So he asked curiously, "So working illegally isn't a problem? Won't I get caught?"
The Captain laughed and said, "There are so many Mexicans working illegally in Los Angeles, and California laws are very friendly to illegal immigrants. Unless it's the FBI or federal police, no one can check your ID, so don't worry too much. The only issue is that you won't be able to open a bank account."
Gao Guang nodded and said, "I accept the monthly salary of two thousand."
The Captain let out a sigh of relief, then smiling he asked, "Good. Do you have any questions?"
Gao Guang had many questions, he was just afraid to ask, but now the Captain was inviting him to, so he had to ask.
"I do have a lot of questions. If I ask something I shouldn't, just tell me and I promise I won't ask again."
"Go ahead."
Gao Guang cautiously said, "You mentioned calling the boss, so... am I working for you, or for the boss you mentioned?"
Knowing who he works for was important; he had to ask. However, after Gao Guang asked, the Captain laughed heartily and said, "It's the boss, but my former boss. Even though he's retired now, we still share a very good personal friendship."
It was a former boss rather than the current one, and this former boss was the Captain's support. Gao Guang thought that made sense. Considering the former boss could arrange cross-border transport for the Captain's team in just over ten minutes, this support was very impressive.
Gao Guang felt there was no problem. A boss with powerful support was definitely a good thing. As for who exactly this support was, he decided it was better not to inquire further.
However, the Captain voluntarily mentioned it, speaking with great enthusiasm, "My boss founded the Warfire Mercenary Group, a very strong mercenary group. But now it has grown into a big company of over three thousand people. Kid, have you heard of it? The Warfire Military Group."
Gao Guang wore a blank expression and said, "Sorry, I am a military fan, I know more about armies and weapons, but don't know much about PMC companies. And can we talk about this?"
"What's there not to talk about? Mike Smith was once a mercenary, that's an open secret, and I was with the Warfire Mercenary Group for eight years, oh, of course, our public identity is PMC."
Gao Guang looked puzzled and said, "Then why didn't you stay and work at the Warfire Military Group?"
The Captain spread his hands and said, "When the boss retired, he left the management of the Warfire Military Group to a jerk. I didn't agree with his principles, so I left and struck out on my own. But that doesn't affect my relationship with the boss. Any other questions?"
Gao Guang thought for a moment, but couldn't come up with any other questions at the time, so he shook his head. Seeing him shake his head, the Captain stretched out his hand, took a bag filled with money from Bottle Cap, pulled out a stack of bills from it.
The bills were all hundred-dollar denominations. The Captain counted out five thousand US Dollars and handed them over to a surprised Gao Guang, saying, "We settled everything last night, and you don't have a right to the money, but you solved a big problem for us. So this is a reward from my own share. Take it."
Would Gao Guang refuse?
Of course not. Five thousand US Dollars was the largest sum he had ever seen in his life, as well as the most money he had ever earned. So how could he possibly refuse? He wasn't foolish.
Gao Guang immediately accepted the money, and with heartfelt sincerity and a profound sense of gratitude, he said to the Captain, "I don't even know what to say right now, thank you!"
The Captain waved his hand dismissively and then smiled, saying, "Oh, there's one more thing I need to tell you. During operations, we can only use nicknames, not real names. But in ordinary times, you can't use nicknames. My name is Frank Moore, you can call me Frank, you can call me Mr. Moray with respect, you can also call me boss, but you absolutely cannot call me Captain. Got it?"