“Corridor, control!”

"Guard room, control!"

“Second floor control!”

Accompanied by the continuous sound of military boots, the mercenaries holding automatic rifles controlled the two-story villa. The original guards were escorted to the side and then squatted under the corner of the wall with their heads in their arms. The remaining special forces occupied all the important observation points in the house, holding loaded rifles and constantly scanning them.

"Your Excellency, the regiment commander is safe!" A thin man walked up to Rhodes and reported attentively. The man had a long, narrow monkey face, a flexible mind and light pace. He was obviously a good material for scouts. And the fact is that this is true. This middle-aged man code-named "Jackal" is the elite veteran brought by Rhodes from the Earth branch - an old mercenary famous for scouts and torture.

"Thank you, jackal, take your two brothers with me in." Rhode nodded. In fact, this jackal is not his direct line, but just a candidate who chose considering that Klose's energy was limited to MS. In other words, Rhode did not fully trust him.

"Yes, you two follow me!" The jackal waved his hand, and immediately two fully armed mercenaries followed. Rhodes slowly walked to the oak gate on the first floor, and the two mercenaries guarding the door pushed away the valuables transported from the earth, and what caught his eye was a magnificent hall!

Giant gold-plated chandeliers stand on the top of the hall, hundreds of bulbs made of crystals shine the room as daytime, while furniture made of precious wood and thick Middle Eastern carpets show the essence of European architecture.

But very sadly, this magnificent Wimbledon family private house was occupied by the lowly mercenaries in their eyes. A fully armed war dog, holding rifles, occupied every corner of the second floor. Heavy military boots trampled on the precious carpet, and the well-dressed nobles were trembling under the mercenaries' guns in the hall.

These are all members of the Wimbledon family. Each one is not as rich as a country, but also rich. At the corner of the stairs on the first floor, Helen Wimbledon's housekeeper, Lund Srifen, stood straight there.

"Long time no see, Lord Rhode." Lund Srifin came to Rhode with impeccable courtesy and bowed. Looking at his elegant appearance and straight tuxedo, no one could have thought that this guy had killed several stubborn members in the family he served just now.

"Long time no see, Mr. Butler." Rhode pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a chilling smile. He is now the winner and naturally he will not be as humble as before. The Wimbledon family has been trampled by him and can no longer bear the "respect" of the smoke demon wolf.

"Please follow me, Miss Helen is waiting for you in the living room."

Rhode nodded, and walked into the more gorgeous corridor without saying anything. The jackal behind him waved his hand, and two mercenaries followed in with rifles.

Through the extremely gorgeous wooden corridor decorated with artwork, Rhode entered the reception room under the guidance of the butler. After carefully checking every corner of the reception room, Jackals and others guarded the door with Lund Srifin.

"It seems that our Lord Rhode doesn't trust me." Helen sat lazily on the sofa and said in a resentful tone. The mercenaries just now almost turned over the living room, as if they had placed a bomb here.

"That's their duty." Rhode carefully savored an oil painting from the AD era hanging on the wall and said lightly. But as soon as he finished speaking, Rhode turned his head and stared at Helen and said word by word: "You really have nothing to do with the extermination of my Heyeser branch?"

This sentence has far surpassed the tone of severity, and almost unconcealed the murderous aura left on the battlefield! Under this momentum, not to mention Helen, a noble lady, even a young man, even a young man must wet his pants.

But unexpectedly, a hint of horror flashed in Helen's beautiful blue eyes, and then calmed down. She stared at Rhode without any weakness and gritted her teeth and said, "All this has nothing to do with me!"

"It doesn't matter?" Rhodes changed his voice and waved his hand and said, "Forget it, you know what role you have in it, Yes, but it doesn't matter." No matter how stubborn Helen is, Rhodes is not a fool. Naturally, he knows the power of the girl, but the girl's unrecognition style gave him a step. Anyway, he defeated Hayesse as an occupier. For the sake of the overall situation, he still needs the help of the Wimbledon family.

And the dead brothers? He will undoubtedly avenge them! The Serpent Tail and Aubu must pay the price for their despicable behavior!!

Helen didn't know what decision Rhode had made. He just saw Rhode's face relax and his heart was relieved, so he took a sip of black tea and said, "Grand Rod, you are now the actual controller of Hayesser. What are you going to do with our Wimbledon family?"

"What should I do? Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'm a mercenary and a businessman, but I'm definitely not a murderer. Let's do this, Hayeser is still your property, at least on the surface."

"What about it actually?" Helen asked with a little flattering look on her eyes.

"In fact? There is no doubt that it belongs to the Silver Wolf Mercenary Group! I don't care about the others, but the factories here must serve me and the Silver Wolf Mercenary Group! Of course, you will not be in vain. 30% of the income will belong to the Wimbledon family." Hayeser, like most other colonial satellites, is mainly manufacturing. After all, in a gravity-free environment in space, it can not only make processes that are difficult to complete on the earth, but also does not have to worry about pollution.

Otherwise, how could these colonial satellites that do not produce a grain of grain enter Rhode's eye? More importantly, the industry of the Wimbledon family on earth is heavy industry and arms. Although high-tech things like MS cannot be manufactured, ammunition and MA can still be manufactured, and they can also be maintained by space warships. Otherwise, why should we hire so many miscellaneous fish mercenaries?

"That is, you will share 70% of the share?" Helen frowned. Although she was defeated, the merchant's profit-seeking nature was not lost. Helen was not stupid. Naturally, she knew that no matter how powerful the Silver Wolf Mercenary Group was, she would not be able to eat the arms produced here. She just wanted to stab the arms trade.

"Hmph, you have no choice, and, how much do you think you have secretly delivered equipment to the Eurasian Federation? Not to mention that the cosmic power of the Eurasian Federation has almost died in name only. As for Aubu? How many can they eat?" Rhodes snorted coldly and said, "And I! There are broader channels. You know, with their financial resources and needs, it is probably difficult for Hayesse's factory to run at full speed!"

LOGOS? How could Helen not know that the manipulator behind the war, the gathering of arms dealers in the world, such as the Wimbledon family, did not even have the qualifications to contact them. Her heart was running rapidly. It seemed that although the share had decreased, the profit would increase. So she smiled bitterly: "I didn't expect that our Lord Rod is still the minion of LOGOS."

"Don't get me wrong. I'm just a businessman. LOGOS is my partner. If the share is not enough, I have channels on PLANT. You should know that it is during the war, and it is not impossible for PLANT to have Earth Army arms."

"It seems that I have no choice, but I can't be sure whether I can convince others in the family." Helen smiled bitterly. She once again learned the energy of the Silver Wolf Mercenary Group. If she had known this, she wouldn't have had to stick Aubu's butt.

"The rest of your family? You don't have to worry at all. In a month, they will disappear from the world for various reasons." Rod smiled cruelly. He needed the management ability of the Wimbledon family, but the disobedient person would disappear.

Managing factories is not the director of mercenaries, but what are mercenaries best at? They are undoubtedly killing people.

"It seems that my dead father will not be alone." Helen had no other choice, let alone that she hoped that these relatives would disappear soon. She stood up, took out a stack of information from the safe in a corner of the living room, and handed it to Rhodes.

Rhodes looked through it casually and found that it was all detailed information about Hayeser's population, assets and industrial capacity. This was naturally extremely precious. No wonder he had to save it in paper documents. He took away the information very seriously, and then took out a piece of white paper from his combat uniform and put it on the table. It was a share transfer agreement.

He pointed and said, "If there is no problem, please sign."

"Contract? I didn't expect that your mercenaries would use this trick." Helen was a little surprised. These executioners would actually use legal means.
Chapter completed!