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Mercenaries, I Will Be King

If you're not sitting at the table, then you are definitely lying on the menu. If you have nothing, then your life is your only capital. Song Heping, compelled by life to make a fortune in a warzone, accidentally got swept into the war and, in a confused state, was promoted by a bunch of Da Maozi to be the boss of a Defense Company. In this day and age, who still becomes a mercenary! I want to sell arms, I want to sell coffee cups worth a few bucks for over a thousand US Dollars. I want to sell a 9-dollar socket for the price of 299 US Dollars. I want to sell goats, the kind that costs millions of US Dollars each... Don't ask, and don't come auditing, whether you're from the Audit Office or the CIA, I'll send you all off... My name is Song Heping. I came, I conquered, I reign as the king. Don't call me the "Lord of War," I love peace, I am here to deliver "peace".

Yan Qi Guan · Urban
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373 Chs

Chapter 160: Going Against the Current_3

The cook clenched his fists with both hands and swung them fiercely through the air, "If there was alcohol right now, I'd really love to crack open a few bottles and drink with you until we drop!"

"Don't get too excited just yet, money isn't yours until it's in your own pocket," Song Heping said, although he was also very excited inside, he tried his best to suppress it.

Gold has not reached the border; money has not been transferred; it's still someone else's money.

Busy on the banks of the Tigris River until 4:30 in the morning, the fifty tons of gold were finally all hoisted up with the winch.

Song Heping had the cars driven back into the forest to be hidden, then led his small team onto the barge, taking refuge inside the cabin.

The Persian agents on the barge spread sand in the cargo hold, disguising it as a sand transporter heading north.