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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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400 Chs

Chapter 196: The Greatly Wronged Lonnie_2

By this point, the US Army had already begun its assault, with the sounds of artillery and gunfire discernible from all directions, and even the occasional shouts of militants calling out to each other from the building below and across the street.

The building they were in now was like a solitary leaf in the tempestuous sea of rage, ready to be engulfed by the waves at any moment of exposure.

This kind of psychological pressure was not insignificant.

After all, this was a stronghold of the armed militants, and no one knew if someone might suddenly burst in.

"Song, I see a lot of militants around us... they might enter here..."

Mira's voice, slightly tense, came through Song Heping's earpiece.

Dawn had broken.

The militants in the city had become more active.

The site of last night's explosion was still piled with bodies.

No one was going to clean them up anymore.