Chapter: 3301

Everyone is tied to their brains and waists, doing this kind of work that requires licking blood, so they highly value their insurance because once they die in battle, they can leave a substantial amount of money for their families to live well.

To strengthen internal unity and soldier loyalty, Wàn Lóng Dīn's insurance level is sixty times the individual's monthly salary. That is, it takes five years' worth of pay.

If someone has a monthly salary of $30,000, his insurance would be $1.8 million.

As for Lu Zhān Army, with a monthly salary over $150,000, the insurance alone would amount to $10 million.

So, this many people would only need more than 250 million dollars in insurance.

Moreover, Wàn Lóng Dīn's insurance system has a special standard.

This sixty-fold monthly salary insurance standard refers to a situation where someone dies normally and leaves their entire body to their family.

If they don't leave behind their entire body, the insurance would need to pay an additional portion of mental loss compensation.

After all, regardless of which country's funeral customs, they all emphasize the same thing - full-body burial.

If it's impossible to hand over the corpse to family members, even if only residual limbs or broken arms are involved, then compensation would need to be higher, adding another twenty months on top of the previous basis.

All one thousand Wàn Lóng Dīn soldiers will have no way back, and if they finally defeat Hamid, put the corpse in a coffin, and hand it over to family members, the cost would be relatively lower.

But if they can't defeat him or grab back the corpse, unable to let these people rest in peace, then the condolence standard would be one hundred months' salary per person.

Calculating this way, thirty billion dollars won't be enough.

Wàn Lóng Dīn's annual profits are only around ten billion dollars, and this war might directly wipe out a third of that.

Moreover, Wàn Lóng Dīn's market recognition rate would likely plummet rapidly due to this war, just like a company does when it makes a major mistake or has a scandal.

The furious Wàn Pò Jūn immediately spoke into the phone, gritting his teeth and saying, "Get all Wàn Lóng Dīn soldiers in Syria together right away. I don't care what methods you use; get Hamid down within three days!"

"Alright!" Chen Zhōng Liú on the other end of the line responded without hesitation, saying, "Please, Lord, have no worries. If I can't complete my task, I'll come see you personally!"

Wàn Pò Jūn's voice was extremely cold as he said, "Remember your words!"

He then angrily hung up the phone, his face a deep shade of indigo.

"That young person beside him was full of astonishment and asked, 'Master, how could there be such a powerful armed force in Syria? Should I fly over immediately to support the Green Dragon King?'"

Wàn Pò Jūn spoke coldly, "No need. It's just some local militia, not worth my attention. Let Chen Zhōng Liú handle it himself. If he can't solve it, I'll ask him directly."

The young person nodded slightly and opened his mouth to say, "Everything is according to your arrangement, Master."

At this moment, Su Cheng Ping on the side felt a little shocked in his heart.

Just now, when the satellite phone was in use, it was almost like an intercom, so he knew everything. As soon as he heard that Wàn Pò Jūn's subordinates had suffered defeat in Syria, and over 1,500 people died, he was also shocked out of his wits.

On one hand, it was because the death toll was indeed shocking, and the entire Su family didn't have more than 1,500 bodyguards. But Wàn Pò Jūn's subordinates had lost so many people, which was truly astonishing. JrNovels.com