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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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372 Chs

Chapter 243 Peter's Guidance

Back in the car, everyone was talking about the evening at the Tulip Hotel, except for Song Heping, who sat silently in the back seat of the bulletproof Lincoln.

He felt as if he were walking on the edge of a cliff, with captivating scenery in the distance and a sheer drop beneath his feet.

Here, one could see sights invisible to ordinary people, but also face risks unimaginable to them.

"Song, what are you thinking about?"

The cook seemed to sense Song Heping's mood.

"Nothing much." Song Heping looked out at the street through the car window and responded faintly without much explanation.

The Lincoln left the airport, and at the doorway, six SUVs carrying two teams of local mercenaries hired by "Musician" immediately followed, escorting the bulletproof vehicle in front and behind.

Song Heping looked around and then asked Ferrari, "New recruits?"