Chapter 3 Employment Prelude 3

At night, this ancient land, shrouded in darkness, faded away from its arrogant face during the day. It's very quiet here now because the air is very high in water vapor because of the rapid cooling. Here, people like the night and its temperature.

After a day of high-performance assessment, students and instructors finally sat down to enjoy dinner. There was a huge crowd of students on the student side queuing up to eat. The strange thing was that the atmosphere was very depressing and no one dared to speak. On the one hand, it is because today is really tiring, and they would rather eat to prepare for the remaining energy to prepare for tonight's training camp. On the other hand, on the other side of them are the instructors they hate the most. With them around, they are like needles. On the back.

Compared to the students, the instructor's environment is simply heaven on earth: a buffet of exquisite and varied food, and endless drinks. Instructors from several districts will gather together as usual during every competition and assessment. Don't think that they will discuss how to improve the standards of teaching students. A group of rough guys with no rules can't say anything good when they get together. As a result, two areas were formed in this large canteen, one was terrifyingly quiet and the other was extremely noisy.

Ten p.m.

As a pleasant bell rang on the playground, the students cheered: It was finally over. Except for a few instructors who want to retrain their cubs, most of them have been disbanded.

After liberation, the students all wanted to fall asleep for no other reason than to get up early. The sun rises here at six o'clock every day, and the temperature rises instantly just after dawn, so training in this area ends at ten o'clock in the evening and lights out at eleven o'clock. Get up at five o'clock in the evening to prepare for training.

Parker's first legion came first, and as a reward he had disbanded the troops an hour earlier. While other instructors were clamoring to grab the public bathhouse, he had already been sitting on the stairs refreshingly.

Parker's expression rarely relaxed. In the past few years outside, his nerves had been tense all the time. Once he came back here, he felt very comfortable, despite the harsh environment here.

training soldier in camouflage came to him and stood at attention and gave a military salute. Parker looked up and saw the person next to the principal, "Instructor Parker, the principal asked you to come over." After a pause, Parker stood up, patted the dust behind him and walked away with the soldier .

"Come in." Upon hearing this, Parker gently turned the door handle, pushed open the rusty door and walked in. There is a desk full of documents in the room. Behind the stacks of files sits a smiling middle-aged man. He is wearing a military uniform unique to the military academy and wrapped in a shawl. He has white hair and a kind expression. , is a typical Asian face. He is Kunta, the principal of the military academy. It is hard to imagine how such a kind old grandfather who would think he was in need of help if he was thrown into the crowd could be the master of a terrifying military academy?

"Are you looking for me? Principal." Parker saluted respectfully, and he observed that there was another person sitting on the other side.

"Yes Parker, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you a little bit, kid." Kunta looked at Parker as if he were his own child. Strictly speaking, he is indeed Parker's parent. He bought him from the traffickers and raised him . Although he did not fulfill his responsibilities of raising him well, Parker still respects him from the bottom of his heart.

Parker didn't know why the old principal with a smile on his face suddenly came to him this time. After he spoke to him so kindly and cordially last time, he was sent to the Middle East on a mission.

Seeing Parker's silence , the principal coughed slightly. He raised his left hand and pointed to the guest sitting on one side and introduced Parker: "Parker, this is the South American border officer Manny ."

Parker observed this man carefully. He had a round face and short black hair that was all rolled together. He was wearing casual clothes but had military boots on his feet. At the same time, Manny was also observing Parker, and he acquiesced in his heart : This is a good unit.

nodded politely to Manny , and Manny smiled and said in English with a Colombian accent: "You are Parker. I know you, and I feel honored to know you now." He spoke quickly and with a heavy accent, Parker I could barely hear what he was talking about. Parker looked at him with a slight curl of his lips .

"It's like this Parker, Manny found me because he had a business deal." The principal looked at Parker.

"Yes sir, someone found me a week ago and asked me to contact the Nashifa Military Academy and said that I wanted to hire a bodyguard." Manny said.

Parker was a little hesitant. This was the first time he heard that someone had entrusted the military to hire the military. He had not taken over this kind of business. He had just come back and did not want to take on any more business for the time being.

The principal looked at him as if he was confused, and then said, "Parker, Manny came out of our military academy and is our good friend. You shouldn't be surprised by this."

"Yes Parker, you are lucky, this is a generous patron." Manny was actually a little jealous of Parker. He was also the best soldier in the military academy, but he did not receive much treatment opportunities after he left. He received a call a week ago saying that this thing existed and the price was high. He thought that after completing this deal, he would no longer have to obey the orders of some damn arrogant politicians. But before he could recommend himself, Parker was asked to put an end to his thoughts. Fortunately, he also received a generous return from the connection, and he had reasons both logically and emotionally to allow Parker to take on this business.

It was obvious that the principal wanted him to take over the business, so Parker asked, "Where is the employer?"

"Hong Kong, China." Manny said.

"Sorry, I don't accept business from China." Parker said in a low voice , with unspeakable emotions hidden in his eyes.

There is a consensus internationally that China is a forbidden land for mercenaries.

"Parker, you are too nervous. You haven't understood this mission yet. Besides, you have to know that there is no war in this country now, and you don't have to..." Before Manny finished speaking, Parker gave a military salute and wanted to leave. . The principal looked at his back and said slowly: "I'll send this customer's information to you after they pass it over. Then you can tell me your answer." Parker paused and walked away.

Along the way, Parker was immersed in his own world. He really disliked Manny 's statement that mercenaries are only suitable for war, but it cannot be denied that most of them are the legacy of war. It was the war that provided them with money and honor. However, Parker often wondered what the meaning of this was. He often sat in the ruins after the war and looked around at the crying and smoke. Who is he? Is his country experiencing war and suffering again? Will he harm his country after taking over a business? But when he calmed down, he felt extremely empty. He had no country, and at the same time, he hated the mercenary identity that provided his life. This was crazy. Sometimes when he saw Sam and others being so open-minded, he felt that he could not do this at all, as if there was a shackle in his body that locked up his freedom and happiness. He was in agony.

Thinking too much, Parker suddenly saw a full moon hanging on the top of a huge banyan tree outside the window. He stopped and accepted the baptism of moonlight as if he were repenting.