Looked at the watch.
Two twenty in the afternoon.
Chu Sheng called out.
With his subordinates, he drove three vehicles towards the east of the cargo yard. Today, not only are they here to pick up these containers, but they also need to pick up the last batch of security team mbers to the park.
At this mont.
They had already completed a second pre-post training at the North Africa Headquarters.
Not many of them.
Just over forty.
After about twenty minutes, the vehicles arrived at a large yard, far from the urban area, with a nice view surrounded by so company’s bases and a few Chinese-invested factories.
Quite different from Congo Gold.
Algeria, being the fourth largest economy in Africa, isn’t just boasting. Although there aren’t many high-rise buildings, it’s quite tidy and there’s no sprawling slum.
The reason?
Heh heh.
To the north is Europe.
Across the diterranean is Spain, France, Greece, and so on. If one is in dire poverty, many would choose another route to escape poverty — sneaking into Europe to make a living.
For example, France.
In Algeria, French is the second official language.
"Hello."
In front of the branch office.
Chu Sheng handed over his credentials.
"Team Chu."
The Chinese Security Guard checked and smiled.
This is Chu Sheng’s title within Zhongyu Special Guard. As a dispatched personnel, he holds a position in the dispatched company and also has a set of ranks within Zhongyu Special Guard.
Then.
The three vehicles drove inside.
They stopped in front of a small building. The entire branch headquarters is not too large, mainly for administrative purposes. If there is no task, personnel usually stay at the Training Camp.
After all.
The Training Camp has facilities and weapons. Algeria’s weapons managent is relatively strict. Though security can carry guns here, trying to set up a makeshift shooting range is not allowed.
Not possible.
"Wait here," Chu Sheng told his subordinates.
"Yes."
He went to the third floor.
North Africa branch’s deputy general manager’s office. This was not Chu Sheng’s first ti here. A batch of team mbers was dispatched, and he was almost always the one to collect people here.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Co in."
Chu Sheng pushed the door open and entered.
He saw a man in his thirties, a Chinese, with the surna Fan, a veteran, rumored to be personally recruited by Manager Gao, very capable, and in charge of personnel training.
In terms of position.
Equivalent to the old leader, He Liang.
However.
He Liang is the deputy general manager of the Central Africa branch, while this one is in the North Africa branch. Fortunately, the company employs straightforward and honest people, without much complexity.
"Manager Fan," Chu Sheng said with a smile.
"Little Chu, you’re here."
Seeing Chu Sheng.
Fan Zhe was very enthusiastic. Those who join the company have a similar background — veterans. Therefore, the internal atmosphere of Zhongyu Special Guard is very good, like a family.
Intrigues?
No.
No interest.
"I’m here to pick up people."
"You’ve worked hard, follow ." Fan Zhe got up; he knew Chu Sheng’s schedule was tight, rushing from the park, and later, he would have to drive for nearly two days.
"Okay."
Following Fan Zhe.
The two went to the third floor.
Training room.
It was already full of people, all security personnel to be dispatched to the park. Ideally, they could take a flight to Tamanrasset Province’s airport and go directly to the park.
However.
That is the treatnt for mine employees.
As security.
This cargo route needs to be traveled frequently, directly entering work mode.
"Finally about to start working."
"A bit excited."
"Sa feeling."
"Dostic physical training for one month, overseas skills training for another month, plus a week of pre-post training in Algeria, I feel like I’m going to war."
"..."
Training room.
They couldn’t help but sigh; these months were interesting, exhausted every day, yet still needing to learn foreign languages, especially at the Training Camp, the bullet exercise training.
Various crisis response training.
It was even stricter than when they were soldiers.
Exciting.
Yet no one complained.
Afraid of losing face.
The instructors there left a deep impression on them, shooting skills, combat, and tactics, all impeccable, always putting them through a hard ti.
However.
In the end.
Their assessnt wasn’t to beat the instructor, or even tie with them, but rather how long they could last without losing, aning their passing assessnt was based on losing.
This result.
What’s there to complain about?
No matter how hard it is.
They could only swallow it down; it’s shaful to wail about lacking skills.
At this mont.
The door was pushed open, and they imdiately stopped chatting.
Fan Zhe walked onto the stage.
"Let introduce, this is Ken, Deputy Manager of Security Departnt in the North Africa park, your direct leader from now on, Chu Sheng."
"Say a couple of words."
Fan Zhe stepped back two steps.
"Alright."
Seeing Chu Sheng.
More than forty security team mbers stood up straight, observing this young man not much older than them. In fact, Chu Sheng was of a similar age to them.
However, he joined the company earlier.
Naturally.
He was prioritized for promotion.
"Hello, my na is Chu Sheng. Being here ans you’ve passed the assessnt, I hope we can all work hard together and complete our tasks."
"Thank you."
Concise.
Indeed, there wasn’t much to say; the company’s selection process is very strict, skills and ntality are certainly sound, what remains is to see their work performance.
"Now, go pack your personal belongings, assemble downstairs at three o’clock sharp."
"Yes."
After speaking.
Fan Zhe and Chu Sheng left, heading to the Human Resources Departnt. All procedures were ready, and after signing, Chu Sheng received ten gun permits.
Not many.
Not one for each person.
After all.
This place isn’t like Congo Gold, with relatively better security, generally only those going out on missions need to carry weapons, security within the park rarely equip them.
Regarding firearms.
They’re not obtained here.
Rather, they are retrieved at the Tamanrasset Provincial Capital, holding the docuntation, and collecting them from the local Public Security Bureau, all of this helped by the Budy Family, ensuring no defective products.
Afterward.
The two went to the Logistics Departnt.
Collect vehicles.
Eleven identical SUVs.
Imported from Europe, produced by Volvo Company, rumored to be modified by Zhongyu Special Guard’s Europe (Group) Company, bulletproof features were not a concern.
This isn’t Congo Gold.
Driving military Humrs on the road is too conspicuous.
It’s just a bit fuel-consuming.
However.
This isn’t a problem in Algeria; its oil reserves rank fourteenth globally, and its main economic lifeline is energy export.
Thus.
Fuel is cheap.
The Budy Family also runs an oil business. Along the way, their card can be swiped freely, and as for the park’s oil usage, it is directly delivered from the refinery where their chairman holds shares.
Not too far away.
After everything was settled.
It was close to three o’clock.
More than forty people were already lined up downstairs, fourteen vehicles, not crowded. The company’s setup provided for four people per vehicle, quite spacious.
"Put backpacks in the trunk, three to four people per vehicle," Chu Sheng said.
Soon.
The vehicles were filled.
"Nice car."
"Bulletproof, just like the Training Camp."
"Whoa, each costs at least five million, right?"
"Probably more."
"This car is indeed comfortable; military Humrs look mighty, but its driving experience can’t compare with this SUV." At the Training Camp, they had experienced the discomfort from that vehicle.
"Mm."
"Agreed."
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