CHAPTER 500: CHAPTER 464: SEARCHING FOR A SKILLED EXPERT

Daria fought for a desirable salary and stock options for herself and her sister...

A yearly salary of $50,000 plus 0.25% stock options!

The salaries of the Daria sisters were higher than those of Butcher and his crew, not because Mountain Eagle favored them, but because their comprehensive abilities and their main future work both had higher business value.

At the same time, they would also be busier, and without a matching salary, it would be difficult for them in social interactions.

They were different from Butcher and company, who could rely on the public provisions for their basic needs, while the Daria sisters couldn’t; they needed to prepare their own outfits according to different occasions.

In fact, Mountain Eagle had always known that before he fell into a coma, the Daria sisters used to receive a monthly salary of $20,000 from Anna.

But after he was down, they refused it.

Yuliy used all her means to torment Black Fox, making his life worse than death, and forced out 15 million Euros plus 10 million US Dollars from him.

After obtaining this money, instead of thinking about running away, they were ready to defend Brown Bear Camp to the death with Luna.

Of course, they had their own agenda because they did not want to be involved with Blood Fox and his crew.

Mr. Poincaré had always had reservations about the Daria sisters’ previous actions, but for Mountain Eagle, this self-interest was also an expression of loyalty, since at that time they had no idea that their boss had a wife and kids back in East.

Having settled future career plans with the boss, an excited Daria wore heavy makeup and changed outfits as if she was on a catwalk before finally putting on a tactical vest...

Butcher had been on the phone with Camel, but his accent combined with vague requirements made communication difficult, so it took a lot of time.

In the past, Daria certainly would have sneered at Butcher, but now she was so elated that not only did she refrain from making sarcastic comments, she also kindly made a pot of coffee and brought it over to a sweating Butcher...

Butcher subconsciously thanked her for the coffee and then curiously looked at Daria, asking, "What’s going on with you?"

"Ha..."

Daria proudly stroked her hair and said with a smile, "The boss gave me a raise, and I have stock options now!"

Butcher was taken aback for a moment and curiously said, "You want stock options? I thought you would choose a high salary..."

Daria looked at the bumpkin in front of her with disdain and shook her head, saying, "Do you even know how much money our boss has now?"

Butcher shook his head and said, "Employees don’t need to speculate on how much money the boss has..."

Just as Daria was about to sarcastically point out Butcher’s ignorance, she heard Mountain Eagle call over the radio. She softly responded and then picked up the brewed coffee and ran towards the dock...

Watching the frenzied Daria, Butcher shook his head with a smile and answered the phone...

Listening to Tiffany’s voice on the other end, Butcher said in a deep voice, "I’m not asking for help, I need you to find a few reliable experts. We will pay the market price.

My requirements are elite, with service deployment backgrounds, experience and skills in security, stable and loyal personalities, and willing to accept long-term employment...

And I need them to be able to arrive at Brown Bear Camp within 12 hours!"

Tiffany laughed in irritation on the other end, saying, "Do you want to listen to what you’re even saying?

Elites, even those only trained for battle but never on the field, cost around $5,000 to $8,000 for a single employment, and hiring such people for a year would cost around $60,000.

Those with service deployment backgrounds, engaged in formal security work, and required to remain stable and loyal, the price goes up by a third!

You also want security experience and skills, stable and loyal character... you might as well poach from the Special Service Bureau."

Butcher felt that formal security was really troublesome— not only pricey, but also with various flaws. If it were the Little Dog Team, for a small task like this, they would definitely manage it for twenty thousand...

But this time it wasn’t just for his boss— he understood Postal Service and Pirate; they were definitely tough soldiers, but they weren’t qualified security personnel.

He needed some reliable security to fill in Postal Service and Pirate’s gaps, ensuring the boss’s wife’s safety, and then reassigning the two comrades back to the team, so their skills could be maximized.

However, hiring turned out to be more troublesome than Butcher had anticipated. Initially, he thought that with a rich boss, he could have any kind of person he wanted, but after inquiring, he realized it wasn’t as simple as that.

Those good hands looking to go legitimate are selective about their jobs; if he could throw money to get them, he wouldn’t be at ease.

As Butcher was becoming impatient, Tiffany suddenly said on the other end of the phone, "I have a good candidate here, but she has a tainted record. I’m not sure if you can accept it?"

Butcher, frowning, said warily, "Her? What does she do, and what’s her blemish?"

Tiffany said, "Her name is Miranda Logan, 28 years old, an agent from the Special Intelligence Bureau. I can assure you her abilities are more than adequate.

She’s currently unemployed, if you think she’s a viable option..."

Butcher interrupted Tiffany, saying gravely, "What blemish...

There are not many mistakes a bodyguard from the Special Service Bureau can commit!"

After listening, Tiffany paused for a moment before saying, "I can’t be too specific, but during her time on the job, Miranda was responsible for the security of the retiring vice president’s children. She threw one of her protectees out of a third-floor window.

She was kicked out of the Special Intelligence Bureau the next day, but since the guy only broke his leg, and Miranda retained some incriminating evidence against him, she was freed from prosecution.

However, she offended the former vice president and violated professional ethics, so she can’t find any work in the United States."

Butcher said somewhat discontentedly, "My boss trusts you, and this is the kind of person you’re recommending to him?

I can probably guess what it’s like to protect a teenager and the kind of issues that might arise. Maybe she did something satisfying, but it also proves she’s emotionally unstable.

I can’t entrust important tasks to her!"

Upon hearing Butcher question her judgment, an anxious Tiffany said, "Miranda is not a problem, if you knew what those bastards were up to, you’d think it was light just to throw them off the third floor.

Butcher, you asked me to find people and put forward so many requirements. You should trust my recommendation!"

Miranda has her own private security team, and their rates are quite affordable now—it’s definitely a bargain to hire them!

With her on board, I’ll get a couple more ringers as temporary additions to help you handle your problems."

Tiffany added...

"You said your boss trusts me, so you should learn to do the same!

I’m the captain of the HRT Hammerhead Shark Team, and I’m way more professional in this field than you Signal Flag!"

Butcher was pushed into this by Mountain Eagle, planning to pile up management experience with low-cost mistakes—he’s ’one of us’!

He was silenced by Tiffany’s retort for a while, finally saying in a deep voice, "12 hours, at least 6 good men.

If any of them don’t meet my standards, I’ll kick them out immediately!"

Tiffany, who was dragged out of her home by old man Camel, was really frustrated by Butcher’s stubbornness...

Hearing his instructions, Tiffany replied with dissatisfaction, "No problem, if you think they are not good enough, you can kick me out too."

Butcher didn’t catch the hint of anger in Tiffany’s voice and seriously said, "You’re great! So you have to stay!

The boss is in trouble, his health isn’t good, we need guys who aren’t afraid to die to shield him!"

Tiffany was so angry she wanted to curse but thought better of it and decided not to offend Butcher’s stubbornness...

As long as the people get there, everything else can be discussed with a clear-headed person like Mountain Eagle.

Deep in the dormitory of the Los Angeles training camp, Tiffany hung up the phone forcefully, then turned to a Latina woman nearby with a cold expression and said, "Miranda, tell your people to assemble at the airport..."

Miranda had the characteristic honey-colored skin of a Latina, but due to long-term training and neglecting skincare, her skin appeared a bit rough.

She had an ordinary face to begin with, coupled with being unemployed for a long time without taking care of herself and the light gone from her eyes, made her look a bit shabby, almost like a homeless person.

Hearing Tiffany’s order, Miranda stood up instinctively. Frowning at Tiffany, she said, "Are you sure the person you talked about will hire us?

Tiffany, I’m almost bankrupt, Hummingbird got dumped by her boyfriend, and Red Sparrow has to work in a strip club.

I can’t even afford the plane ticket now!"

Tiffany looked at the woman who seemed to be losing her will and sighed, "That’s why you need to buck up...

Do you know why I recommended you?"

Seeing Miranda’s puzzled look, Tiffany explained with a bit of frustration, "Because you and your team fit that guy’s needs..."

Miranda frowned and asked, "Why?

I overheard what the person on the phone was saying, they need soldiers with security experience..."

Tiffany glanced at her watch and said, "Because you’re a woman, you have children, and the members of your team are also women with children...

That guy’s boss, his real core need isn’t what he mentioned!

His boss doesn’t need any bodyguards if he’s healthy, a few extra soldiers following him are useless.

But his wife needs capable bodyguards..."

Upon hearing this, Miranda perked up a bit, curious she asked, "Children?"

Tiffany stood up and walked toward the exit as she said, "Yes, children!

Bodyguards with experience caring for kids and who have patience, that’s what he needs!

Trust me, you can find a job there and take your child back from that jerk..."

As Tiffany reached the door of the simple dormitory, she opened it, looked back, and said, "But before that, you have to face an interview with a block-headed soldier. You okay with that?"

Miranda stood up, took off her baggy vest revealing striking muscle lines and a set of neat abs, cracked her neck, promptly changed into a pair of parachute pants, and stuffed a folding knife in her pocket asking, "They’ll provide the weapons, right?"

Tiffany, eying Miranda’s robust upper body with envy, nodded and said, "I need to find two more people.

Meet at the airport!"

Miranda watched Tiffany leave; clenching her fists, they made a ’crack’ sound as she pondered for about half a minute before picking up the phone...

"Hummingbird, stop thinking about that jerk who dumped you, we’ve got work!"

"Red Sparrow, get your ass off those old men’s laps, we’ve got work!"

...

Inside a motel in Los Angeles, a white girl with glasses sat on a bed scattered with snacks, watching ’The Legend of Zhen Huan’ in English on her computer...

After getting the call, she stood up, excitedly spun in circles, then pulled out a photo and, imitating the signature glare of Princess Hua from the drama, stared fiercely at the man in the picture, saying with clear and forceful Chinese, "My child is my life; I will not let you take him away so easily..."

...

In a strip club in the outskirts of Los Angeles, a tall girl wearing just panties and two pasties on her chest expertly dodged a lecherous hand of a suit-clad middle-aged man as she carried a tray of beers...

After delivering the beers to the customers, she saw the suited man beckoning her with two twenties between his fingers. She smiled and walked over, grabbing his tie, then landed a heavyweight headbutt on his nose.

Touching her Bluetooth earpiece, she swiftly dodged several security guards moving in and said, "Griffin, don’t screw this up. I just lost yet another job!"

"Head to the airport..."