Chapter 70 Easy and Pleasant

The morning sun was not scorching yet, and the temperature was not high. Wearing a two-piece suit was just right. Although they were working outdoors, it was quite comfortable.

Arthur walked to the edge of the cliff and looked down. The cliff was not particularly steep or high, at most three or four stories high. The bare mountain rocks could be climbed, but falling off would definitely result in death.

It was said that there were people below, but Arthur looked and didn't see anyone below the cliff.

Grant also leaned over to look down, then he looked up at Arthur, smirked, and gave a meaningful smile.

Mike stood next to Arthur and looked down. When he realized that Mike was just a step away from him, Arthur subconsciously stepped back and moved to the side. However, Mike unconsciously moved closer to Arthur again and said, "It's not that high."

Arthur took another step sideways and said, "Hmm, not that high. So, someone could still climb up. We need to stay alert."

Mike moved closer to Arthur again and lowered his voice, "We can earn a thousand dollars just by standing here all day? Seems... too easy, doesn't it?"

Arthur stepped back again and hesitated for a moment. He then decided to completely leave the dangerous area by the cliff to ensure that even if Mike went crazy, he wouldn't be able to push him off. He stood firm and said, "Don't talk about it, don't ask about it. Stand here for a day and see how things go."

Mike rubbed his chin thoughtfully and said, "I see."

"What do you understand?"

"Rich people fear death, and our boss must have encountered something very dangerous to need us to protect him in such a safe place."

Arthur was speechless and finally said, "What you said... is really pointless."

Grant hesitated to speak, looking very uncomfortable. Arthur urged, "What do you want to say? Just say it."

Grant turned his head away coldly.

"When the employer is not here, you can speak freely without being penalized."

Grant snorted and said, "I'm thinking, do you even know what you're doing?"

Arthur really didn't know what he was doing.

But as the boss, how could Arthur show that he didn't know anything? So, he could only smile coldly, pretending that he knew everything but just didn't want to tell them.

But Mike didn't know, so he immediately asked anxiously, "What are we doing? Aren't we here to protect someone? It's obvious that we are security guards."

Grant sneered again but didn't say anything.

Mike urged, "Just say it, why don't you say it quickly?"

Grant gave Mike a disdainful look. He didn't look too unpleasant, but with his hairstyle, and the stubble on his face, combined with rolling his eyes, he became quite annoying.

Mike immediately became angry and couldn't help but clench his fists.

Arthur said indifferently, "If you want to say something, say it quickly. If not, forget it. Plus, you'll lose money if you keep this up."

Grant snorted again, then looked at Arthur and said, "From my experience, no boss likes to see their subordinates doing nothing and chatting together."

Yeah, that was a problem. They couldn't just spend seven thousand dollars a day to hire three people to chat in their backyard.

Arthur realized this problem, but he really didn't know how to slack off during working hours and still look like he was working seriously.

This was not the time to pretend. Arthur needed to ask someone with experience.

"So, how can we make it look better?"

Grant no longer put on airs and waved his hand, saying, "Stand in a triangle. Even if someone shoots at us, they won't be able to hit all three of us at the same time. Also, we are only responsible for defending one side, so we need to ensure that we can simultaneously see the two corners of this line. Wherever you stand, you, stand over here."

Grant pointed his finger and positioned Arthur and Mike into an obtuse triangle, which meant that he and Mike formed a straight line along the edge of the cliff, with Arthur positioned slightly inward but not far from the other two.

"Okay, this position, this distance. Don't face each other. Boss, you look towards the middle of the cliff, I'll look to the right, big guy... you look to the left. This way, we can ensure there are no blind spots in our line of sight, and it's also convenient for mutual support and cover. When our employer looks out from the window, he'll see us dutifully standing guard at the edge of the cliff. This is how we can make him feel that the money spent is worth it."

Although Grant had a foul mouth and loved to show off, it couldn't be denied that he really knew his stuff.

The three of them didn't exchange whispers anymore. Now, they acted as if they were fulfilling their duties diligently, so they could chat freely.

Grant stood firm, full of confidence. "Our boss must be Renato, it must be!"

Arthur was surprised because Grant was actually right. After hesitating for a moment, he still said in a serious tone, "Our mission and employer are confidential. I can't tell you."

"Come on, what don't I know?"

"I don't believe you know everything. If you do, then explain it clearly."

"Renato and the Russian gang are in conflict. The Russian gang wants to get rid of Renato, so Renato naturally needs someone to protect him. Who in the Los Angeles underground circle doesn't know about this? You still want to keep it a secret from me?"

Arthur didn't want to keep it a secret; he simply didn't know. After hearing Grant's words, he was surprised and pleased, but he still remained calm. "Do you really know the inside story? I don't believe it! This is a secret known to very few people."

Provoking others was an ancient Eastern wisdom.

Grant lifted his chin. "I don't know? How could I not know? The Russian gang wants to buy Renato's waste disposal plant. Renato refuses to sell, so the Russian gang negotiates with him. When negotiations fail, the Russian gang wants to warn Renato. Angered, Renato killed the son of the Russian gang's leader. Now, the Russian gang is determined to kill Renato, right? Am I right?"

Arthur knew nothing; how could he know if Grant was right or not?

"Where did you hear these rumors?"

Grant tilted his head, extremely disdainful. "You tell me if it's true."

"Um, even if it is."

Grant was proud. He spoke slowly, "The Russian gang is very powerful. Although they are few in number, they are fearless! Renato killed Glayev's son. Glayev has announced that he will kill Renato's entire family. Now, the Russian gang's people are not showing up, all intent on revenge against Renato. And I heard..."

Mike was extremely curious. "What did you hear?"

Grant didn't speak, making Mike itch with hatred. "Speak! What did you hear?"

Arthur cleared his throat and said, "What else did you hear? Let me see if what you're saying is true."

Grant, in high spirits, continued, "FBI stopped the Russian gang from launching a comprehensive attack on Renato's properties. Then, they took Glayev away for questioning. Who wants to see a large-scale gang war in Los Angeles?"

"Oh, so that's how it is. What happened next? What's our role in this?"

Mike was equally curious. Without Arthur asking, Mike asked for him.

This time, Grant didn't beat around the bush. He was so excited that he immediately said, "Although Glayev is being closely monitored by the FBI, he may not dare to act himself, but he has money. It's said that he spent ten million dollars to hire a professional killer. So, unless Renato and Glayev reach a reconciliation, we can make money. I estimate that Renato will have to spend money to hire us to protect him for at least two months. Boss, how long did you sign the contract for?"

Arthur sighed and said, "Well, it's a business secret. I can't say."

Mike was both surprised and delighted. "So, we can work for two months? That's great! I can earn... sixty thousand dollars!"

Mike disclosed the amount, and he even calculated the total for two months correctly, which was quite rare. However, Arthur's face darkened immediately, and he said, "Mike! What did I tell you? Don't casually disclose your salary! Deduction. You now only have eight hundred for today!"

"I..."

Mike immediately lowered his head, while Arthur whispered, "Grant, do you think our job is dangerous?"

Grant sighed lazily, "Dangerous? What danger could there be? As long as Renato doesn't leave this house, what danger could we face? This is Beverly Manor. Would the Russian gang dare to come knocking? Even if they really hired a killer, what killer could sneak in here? After all, this isn't a movie. And finally, a killer wouldn't launch an airstrike, or use missiles or cannons. This isn't Syria or Iraq. So, we can safely earn this money."

It made sense, quite a lot of sense. The money was indeed easy to earn, just as Mr. Smith had introduced it, the deal was pleasant.

Just then, Grant whispered, "Come on, let's all move a bit. Don't always stand in one place. Let's keep our formation moving parallel. Boss, you should at least bring a rifle. As an armed security guard, not having a rifle is too perfunctory. What will the boss think when he sees that? Can you take this money with a clear conscience?"

"Okay, I'll buy a rifle when I get back."

Grant was shocked. "You don't even have a rifle? How do you work as a PMC? Alright, you must have some backdoor deals. Tell me, how much kickback did you give to the person in charge here?"

"Is that something you should be asking?"

The three of them moved positions together, and then Grant said, "Let's walk back and forth. Standing still all the time is tiring. Remember, when you do this kind of work in the future, you should move around regularly. It'll make the boss happy and make our job easier."

It's good to have an experienced hand around. Walking back and forth like this was indeed easier than standing still.

Now, Arthur began to think about what kind of rifle he should buy. This job was easy and enjoyable, so it was worth investing in some gear, at least to make it look like that. It would also make the boss happy.