As Barcelo and his team reluctantly began assisting with cleaning the mercenaries' weapons, the mood in the area took on an odd mix of business transactions and casual camaraderie. Tang Dao's team, despite their primary focus on arms dealing, had effectively integrated themselves into this unique and unpredictable environment of the African battlefield.
Simon Riley, known as the "Ghost," quietly observed the ongoing activities while Tang Dao's team worked diligently. He seemed both intrigued by the professionalism of this arms dealer and unfazed by the unpredictability of the mercenaries surrounding them.
Tang Dao's business acumen continued to shine as he reassured his employees, motivating them to help with the cleaning tasks. His promise of extra payment for their efforts had Osborne and Witt eager to assist. Money was the universal motivator, and Tang Dao knew how to leverage it to his advantage.
As the cleaning operation progressed, Barcelo exchanged a few words with the mercenaries. It became evident that these professional soldiers had a deep respect for Simon Riley, considering him a legendary figure in their line of work. His impeccable success rate and reputation as an assaulter had elevated him to an almost mythical status in the battlefield.
Despite the diverse backgrounds and experiences of the mercenaries present, they were united by their shared pursuit of profit, survival, and a willingness to face the harsh realities of the African conflict zones. Bonds formed, stories were shared, and the camaraderie of mercenaries in a war-torn land was on full display.
Tang Dao occasionally joined in these conversations, learning more about the dynamics of this unpredictable world. He also continued to pitch his services and supplies, ensuring that his presence was not only accepted but welcomed among the mercenaries.
The hours passed, and as the sun began its descent below the horizon, Tang Dao's team had made significant progress in cleaning and maintaining the mercenaries' weapons. Their dedication to service and their willingness to go the extra mile were noticed and appreciated.
As the evening approached, Simon Riley approached Tang Dao once again, seemingly satisfied with the maintenance of his M1911 pistol. With a nod of approval, he retrieved his firearm, holstering it securely on his belt.
"Thank you for your services," Simon said, his voice carrying a sense of genuine gratitude. He reached into a pocket, pulled out a wad of U.S. dollars, and handed them to Tang Dao. "For your troubles."
Tang Dao accepted the payment with a gracious smile. "It was a pleasure doing business with you, Simon. If you ever need anything in the future, don't hesitate to find us."
Simon nodded in acknowledgment before melting back into the shadows of the battlefield, his enigmatic presence leaving an indelible mark on the evening.
As the night grew darker and the mercenaries resumed their duties, Tang Dao's team prepared to make their way back to their armored vehicle. Their unexpected encounter with Simon Riley, the "Ghost," had added another layer of intrigue to their journey through the African war zones.
With their newfound connections and growing reputation for reliability, Tang Dao's ambition to establish himself as a respected arms dealer in this tumultuous world was taking another step forward. The African battlefield, with all its complexities and challenges, was becoming their arena of opportunity.