The bodyguard with a scale of 1,000 people seems to be huge, but compared to Abel's future plan to have private armed forces.

It's just a little bit.

While talking to Roosevelt and Lincoln about the company's plans for development.

The group came to the headquarters office building of [Orange Red Safety].

Standing upstairs, looking down at the training ground below through the floor-to-ceiling window.

Abel frowned.

The venue is a bit too small.

There are only more than 100 people now, and all of them are a bit insufficient.

In the future, I will really recruit 1,000 people. It is probably not enough to queue up.

Roosevelt also raised this question.

"BOSS. Our current training ground can only maintain training for about 300 people at most."

“If we continue to expand to the scale you want, we need a bigger venue.”

Abel nodded: "No problem."

Just as I was about to talk.

Suddenly my eyes flashed.

No matter how many times I look at it, I feel the mysterious smoke of fate comes uninvited.

[Task: Every rich man has his own security team! Super rich man must have his own personal armed forces! But loyalty is a problem! There are spies in your team and those who are malicious! This bad number is 11, 37, 38, 39, 60, 113]
Chapter completed!