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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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376 Chs

Chapter 214 Departure, Golden Star Moon!

Dusk, 5:10 PM, the sun just began to set in the west, not yet fully below the horizon.

South of Kandahar, Gamsha.

In a Lexus SUV driving from north to south, Song Heping opened a map on the dashboard in front of him, while holding a civilian version of a satellite GPS, constantly comparing it to the surrounding scenery.

As for map reading and navigation, Song Heping was certainly no stranger.

However, in an utterly unfamiliar country like Afghanistan, driving through vast highland basins to a dangerous area known for the most severe opium cultivation and highest production in the world felt like driving across the African savannah without a guide.

The difference is that in the wilds of Africa, the only things that can kill you are animals, but here, the only things that can kill you are people.