"There's still more than a month before the storm. How do you know? It's the fourth day after Christmas, which is December 29th. Can the weather forecast predict the weather in a month and a half? "
"Mr. Chen, you're too amateurish. You can't predict the weather, but you can use prophecy. You're a spiritualist. Is that hard to understand? Plus, predicting the weather is just a small matter for a prophecy spiritualist. "
"Uh …" Chen Zhao felt very awkward.
It was like a university professor being accused of being an amateur by a primary school student.
However, Lila Gavich's words made Chen Zhao understand.
The last chance to find the island would be at the end of the year.
The wind and waves would definitely be huge. Should he bring his family?
He'd also promised Fali and the kids that he'd bring them on the treasure hunt.
The only thing he knew now was how to find the island.
However, finding the island seemed to require a special spell that could allow him to transform into a petrel.
Of course, Chen Zhao wasn't sure if this was necessary.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
"Boss, it's Miss Demi," Portia said.
"Mr. Chen, I'm leaving now."
"Okay."
Chen Zhao took the phone from Portia.
"Hello, it's Chen Zhao."
"Mr. Chen, please come to the military base and meet with your teammates."
"Is that necessary?"
"They're all elites," Demi said.
"Must I go?"
"I hope you can come."
"Don't tell me you've prepared a trap with guns and cannons for me?"
"I'm not that bored." Demi's tone turned cold.
"Actually, why don't you just send some people and leave the rest to me?"
"Some things can't be explained over the phone," Demi said vaguely. "I'll talk to you in detail when you arrive."
"Okay, I'll go now."
Chen Zhao left Portia and Zefra at home while he drove to the military base that Demi had given him.
He couldn't find it with GPS, so Demi only gave him a map.
For someone like Chen Zhao who had no sense of direction, finding the military base was rather difficult.
It was mainly because he couldn't understand the map.
Chen Zhao was driving in L.A. now. Most of the time, he had to use GPS. He needed directions for every turn.
After spending a lot of effort, they finally found the military base.
The military base was located in the mountains and was surrounded by rocky valleys. It was very difficult to find.
Moreover, he couldn't find this place on the satellite map, so he couldn't use satellite navigation.
Demi was the supreme commander of this military base.
When Chen Zhao's car reached the entrance of the military base, he was stopped by the sentries.
The sentry pointed at the cordon and warning sign at the door and said, "No entry."
"I'm looking for someone, Miss Demi."
The sentry glanced at Chen Zhao. "Wait."
As he spoke, the sentry returned to the sentry post and picked up the phone to dial the internal line.
After confirming that Chen Zhao was indeed invited by Demi, she pulled up the railing.
Chen Zhao's sports car attracted a lot of attention.
Chen Zhao parked the car at the entrance of the headquarters. A few soldiers surrounded him.
"Hey, lend me your car."
Chen Zhao turned around and gave him the middle finger. "No."
The soldiers cursed, but they couldn't do anything to Chen Zhao.
After all, they were soldiers, not bandits.
While Chen Zhao entered the building, they could only jump into the car to have fun.
Chen Zhao knew what was going on behind him, but as long as they didn't destroy his car, he didn't ask.
After finding Demi's office, Chen Zhao pushed the door open.
Demi was handling some documents.
She was about to explode because Chen Zhao didn't knock.
Seeing that it was Chen Zhao, she suppressed her anger.
"Mr. Chen, you're here. Have a seat. Would you like something to drink?"
"No," Chen Zhao said. "Let's get straight to the point."
Demi was very careful. She glanced outside and then locked the door from the inside.
After returning to her seat, Demi finally said, "First, there's the issue of money. A qualified military operation can't be carried out by just one person. No matter how powerful you are, no matter how high your reward is, it doesn't mean anything. Only appropriate losses and sacrifices can reflect your value, the difficulty of this military operation, and the sense of accomplishment after the final completion. Do you understand what I mean?"
"You don't look like a soldier. You look more like a politician. You speak of the soldiers' deaths so naturally."
"In the past, just like I thought, I naively believed that only the smallest number of casualties and losses could be considered a successful military operation. However, the facts proved me wrong. The soldiers who carried out the military operation did not receive any merit, and I did not receive any commendations either. This was because the higher-ups believed that our operations were all easy missions."
Demi continued, "And this operation, including your pay, will cost more than thirty million dollars. What standard do you think the higher-ups will use to measure the value of this operation? Is it the enemy's strength? No, they'll judge based on the number of casualties. "
Chen Zhao didn't agree with Demi's thinking, but he wouldn't argue.
They weren't his subordinates, anyway. Why should he care about their lives?
"But according to your military compensation, the total compensation for a soldier's death will add up to a few hundred thousand dollars, right? Plus, the military's investment in a soldier is at least a few hundred thousand dollars. So, a soldier's death is about a million dollars. "
The compensation for a soldier's death was divided into several steps. One part was covered by the insurance company, and the other was covered by the military.
There were one-time compensation and continuous compensation for the spouse and children until the children grew up or the spouse remarried.
"Yes, the economic loss of a soldier is about 1.2 million dollars, and the loss of an elite special forces soldier is two million dollars. So, I've arranged a team of around 15 people for you."
"How many do you need to die?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Around ten people, plus the consumption of some weapons and ammunition. The economic loss should be around thirty million dollars."
"I won't kill them," Chen Zhao said.
"I don't need you to kill them."
"I can't guarantee that many of them will die."
To be honest, Chen Zhao couldn't understand the higher-ups' thinking.
An operation actually had to use the number of soldiers sacrificed as the standard of difficulty.
Was this really the most advanced army in the world? It was practically black culture.
"I have another request," Demi said.
"What?"
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