Special Forces: I Can See the Experience Bar

Chapter 328 Everyone has their own plans
"Wow, man, look at this, you're famous now."

Old Gun appeared beside Chang Ning at some point, his thick arm around Chang Ning's shoulder, and he held his phone screen directly in front of Chang Ning.

I glanced at the news on the screen and realized that Chang Ning's incident from last night had made the news.

American police are confident that they will bring the killer to justice within three days.

The news report quoted extensively from a witness to the case, briefly describing what happened.

The text suggests that the Asian man who committed this act was extremely ruthless.

Seeing that she was on the news, Chang Ning was not flustered at all; instead, a slight smile appeared on her face.

Things were going according to plan, so how could Chang Ning not be happy?

It's not difficult to spread infamy in America, after all, it's the beacon of freedom, and freedom of the press needs to be protected.

What could be a better way to spread fame than by getting the media involved?

As a result, Chang Ning went from being unknown to a Class B wanted criminal overnight, with a bounty of up to 1 US dollars. Even providing information could earn him 3 US dollars.

"None of that matters. What matters is that I have money now."

Chang Ning waved the bank card in his hand, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes, which he quickly concealed.

He can't lose his public image, because it concerns his reputation as the "Wolf Fang Movie King".

Old Gun noticed all of Chang Ning's actions.

It's good to love money; who can resist it?
Aside from a few thrill-seeking oddballs, most people who become mercenaries are in it for the money.

Old Gun had the idea of ​​recruiting Chang Ning. As for the arrest warrant from the American law enforcement agencies, those were trivial matters. Who would care about someone who had been walking the gray and black lines for years?

This could even serve as a business card for external display; having this is more useful than anything else, and it's like having official endorsement.

The credibility of the United States government is still quite strong in some respects.

"Hey buddy, you're new here and don't have any income yet. What are your plans for the future?"

Old Gun led Chang Ning to a corner of the weapon shop, a place specifically for discussing matters.

Hearing this, Chang knew that the groundwork he had laid was paying off.

Having just arrived in America, Chang Ning couldn't rashly contact people from his hometown, so he needed multiple sources of information.

That information broker is one, but he's not a sure thing; who knows when he might be betrayed?

If this goes through, the organization behind Old Gun can also be considered one.

Moreover, there is a fellow Chinese in this organization, and it seems that the other party holds a fairly high position within the organization.

Although it's customary for people from the same hometown to stab each other in the back when they're away from home, especially abroad, having someone who can speak the local dialect is still somewhat useful in Changning.

At least for the sake of their hometown, both sides can reluctantly cooperate. As long as Changning remains vigilant and doesn't get tricked by the other side, that should be fine.

What Changning lacks right now is information sources; whether or not it will lead to problems is something to consider later.

It's important to understand that any action nowadays is predicated on intelligence; how can anything proceed without accurate intelligence sources?

So Changning and Laoqiang had a heated and friendly negotiation in a corner of the weapon shop.

It's like Zhou Yu beating Huang Gai—one was willing to hit and the other was willing to be hit.

"From what you just said, you seem to be implying that you have work for me?"

Since he realized that both sides were interested in cooperating, Chang Ning didn't beat around the bush and asked directly. At this point, there was no need to lay the groundwork in his words.

If the other person doesn't intend to have much contact with you, why would you talk to them for so long?

It should be understood that every gift in the world has a price tag attached in secret.

There's no such thing as unearned kindness, except, of course, family members.

At this point, Dominic Toretto, also known as Dom Toretto, the family man, certainly has something to say.

"I do have a small job for you, and according to the rules, you have to give me a referral fee. That's the rule, and even if we're friends, we can't be exempted from it."

Old Gun solemnly assured Chang Ning that he had absolutely no job.

Those rhetoric were all improvised after contacting Chang Ning, just to keep her calm.

Mercenaries have a high recruitment rate, but the chances of recruiting good candidates are slim.

Old Gun finally found such a promising talent as Chang Ning, how could he let him slip through his fingers, especially since there was already a Chinese "devil" in the team setting an example.

Even though we don't know the true quality of Changning yet, it's worth taking a gamble.

What if I pull out an SSR-level character?

Neither of the two old gunners felt they were at a disadvantage. The discipline of the Chinese people was well-known, and with a little training, they could become qualified soldiers.

In conclusion, although Old Gun seems to be gambling, he has actually planned his moves carefully.

A lottery with a guaranteed minimum prize, and the guaranteed prize is of decent quality—who could resist trying their luck?

What if, right?

Taking a referral fee sounds reasonable, and Chang Ning can accept it as long as it's not too exorbitant.

Chang Ning had specifically researched this kind of common knowledge before coming, so as not to reveal her timidity when she opened her mouth.

No, it’s used now.

"No problem, I can accept that."

Dollars were secondary when it came to the mission; Chang Ning always kept his identity in mind.

When Old Gun saw that Chang Ning had agreed, his face lit up with obvious joy.

He was afraid the other party would back out if they heard about the referral fee, but who would have thought Chang Ning would accept it?

People from different factions must pay this fee to accept the mission; that's the rule.

Otherwise, Old Gun would have paid Chang Ning to take on his mission, just to see what Chang Ning was capable of; all that expense would have been worthwhile.

Besides, reporting these things to the team leader can get reimbursement.

If he succeeds, his money will be reimbursed, and he'll gain a teammate. No matter how you look at it, he can't lose out on this deal.

"Wait a moment, I'll arrange it for you right away."

After saying that, Old Gun got up, walked to the side, took out a communicator-like device from his pocket, and fiddled with it for a while.

At a mercenary base, a bearded man in a US military training uniform answered a constantly vibrating communicator on the table.

The team's dedicated communicator will not ring unless something urgent happens.

Could it be that Old Gun is in some kind of danger?

The idea was nipped in the bud by the bearded man.

They are among the best in the industry, if not the absolute top, and no team would risk being crippled by offending them.

They recently finished a job and have no plans to take on any more, so their competitors can't target them.

These days, fighting each other isn't popular in the mercenary world; everyone's focused on making money peacefully.

Pulling the trigger costs money, especially in shootouts between competitors; if there are injuries or fatalities, the team has to pay compensation.

Therefore, as long as both sides have room for maneuver, they will not easily engage in a violent confrontation.

Hopefully, Old Gun didn't encounter any danger.

"Old Gun, is something urgent?"

The bearded man's deep voice reached Old Gun's ears through the communicator.