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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 72: Captives

The escaping militants and Samir's vehicles almost collided head-on.

They only spotted each other when they were less than a hundred meters apart.

At that moment, the morale of the militants here plummeted dramatically.

However, Samir was also facing problems here.

The few dozen local mercenaries led by him and Arif also lacked combat effectiveness.

Both sides were evenly matched, opening fire on each other upon meeting, staging a farce of ineptitude in the wilderness.

Song Heping's main worry had been about the local mercenaries they had recruited over the past few days; most were former government army soldiers, some had been kicked out of the ICDC forces for poor performance. While they had experienced handling guns, which made them slightly superior to the local security who had never touched firearms,