Chapter 1426 - 463: Beware of Telecom Fraud

Chapter 1426: Chapter 463: Beware of Telecom Fraud

Irish Global Guardian Military Training Base

"Victor Soron, from today onwards, you officially become a proud member of Global Guardian."

At the airport, the instructor patted Soron on the shoulder, encouraging him before giving him a push from behind.

"Alright, quickly get on the plane, the opportunity to make a name for yourself lies ahead, and I’ll be waiting in the UK for the good news of your legendary accomplishments."

Just like that, Soron, having completed six months of military training, was sent on a plane to Cuba.

Not every rookie comes from the SAS Special Air Service Regiment; soldiers from the regiment do officer-level work in the armed security industry, while cannon fodder is still made up of small-time thugs picked from the streets.

Glory! Conviction!

Europe is number one!

UK is number one in Europe!

As for the news and broadcasts on that Voice of the Horizon, they’re all rumors, enemy propaganda videos generated by AI.

Soron and his comrades wouldn’t believe them.

Behind Soron, the instructor was saying the same words to the next new recruit, then eagerly pushed them onto the plane.

In the office of the training base, the grey-haired Colonel Barnes worriedly looked at the terminal’s soldier list, many of the avatars marked with red crosses indicating they had died, saying to the shareholders.

"This is already the third round of troop increase. The training base’s reserve forces are depleted, and if this goes on further, I’m afraid this old man will have to go to the battlefield with a gun himself."

His status isn’t like those gentlemen sitting in parliament, nor is he deceived by fake news to the point of losing his wits, even based on mortality rates alone he could imagine how staggering the front-line losses must be.

"Don’t worry about the troop supply."

A shareholder at the board meeting said.

"We have just applied to the government to release a batch of felons from Irish prisons to serve as troops, expected to arrive at the training base tomorrow afternoon."

Felons...

Barnes really wanted to ask if he could get some quality recruits?

Do you know how much effort I have to spend every week on this bunch of illiterate thugs; last week there was an idiot who stuffed a mortar shell into a teammate’s rear end and it exploded, do you understand?

"About funding..."

"Colonel Barnes."

The chairman said sternly.

"This war is no longer a business conflict, but a political issue concerning all sectors of the UK. Don’t discuss anything else in front of these major issues."

Barnes mentally sighed, finding it impressive that they could talk about not wanting to give money in such an elevated fashion.

The chairman continued.

"Moreover, a batch of new training equipment will arrive at your location soon, we will send a group of Special Air Service soldiers to sample data on-site at the training base, to create the latest warfare behavior chip."

He emphasized.

"Remember, the data must be detailed, covering every possible situation that might occur on the battlefield."

Every situation?

Barnes frowned, feeling that there was definitely more to this matter.

"Wasn’t the chip content updated just last year?"

But the chairman was evidently unwilling to explain further.

"This involves business secrets, you need not concern yourself, just go ahead."

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The transport plane flying from Europe, after more than ten hours of flight and transferring on the Hood, successfully arrived in Havana.

Soron and his companions wore sunglasses, military uniforms, had crew cuts, chewed gum, demonstrating their impressive manner and confident demeanor as they walked out of the airport.

Their appearance and demeanor were top-notch, perfectly matching the image shown in the security company’s promotional videos.

Equipping and heading to the frontline didn’t delay even for a moment.

Soron and his mates were assigned under a sergeant named Zorn.

Compared to the young and bold privates just entering the battlefield, Sergeant Zorn’s eye sockets were sunken, lips were chapped, and a scar extending to the back of his head marked the corner of his eye, conveying a weary and time-worn presence.

On the car to the front-line base, Zorn looked at these newly arrived rookies through the rearview mirror, thoughtfully took out a stack of pamphlets from the car compartment, and handed each of them one.

"This is the Cuban Combat Handbook, listing precautions. Reading it twice can increase your survival chances."

This thing was invaluable, precious experience accumulated by European veterans with their lives in this hell, its detailed content comparable to rules talk. ℴℴ𝘮

But the new recruits who just arrived in Cuba didn’t care; they were as arrogant as Soron when he first arrived in Cuba.

What lousy American mercenaries, just ineffectual wimps, you couldn’t win because you old guys are too cowardly.

It needs us to take action.

The illiterate ones who had not experienced the battlefield and had been brainwashed by propaganda always had an illusion.

I’m special, I’m a hero!

This world is waiting for me to save it!

"Yes sir."

Distracted, they tossed the pamphlets into their bags without any intention to even open them.

Zorn caught sight of their actions but didn’t care, once someone dies or is injured, they’ll naturally learn their lesson.

"Damn it."

A bald rookie in the back seat couldn’t help but complain.

"I thought I could stay in the rear for a few more days, but just arrived and I’m heading to the frontline. I heard them say Havana has a club where the sex dolls are more exquisite than those in Europe, the headliner Japanese girl even has the surname Huang Ban, oh my, playing with her must be exhilarating~"

"I heard too, they’re all European girls, stunningly beautiful."

Talking about this got the new recruits excited, wishing they could storm into the club now and stay for three days without coming out.

It’s fine to disdain the players’ neuroses, but never disdain their taste.