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Mercenary King: Got Question? Ask My RPG!

There was a classic saying that prevailed in the era of thermal weapons. "All fear comes from insufficient firepower." Don't believe? Looking at the muzzle of a cannon bigger than your head, and say it again? ... Starting off by being kidnapped, in order to survive, Gao Guang was forced to become a member of a private military contractor. And thus, an unexpected legend began to unfold... Stallone from [First Blood]? Jason Statham from [The Expendables]? Keanu Reeves from [John Wick], the one who's best at using all kinds of firearms? Come on, all of these are nothing compared to Gao Guang!! --- Finally, until one day, in the field of private military forces, he completely made the term "Gao Guang moment" became a professional term! Countless criminals, mercenaries, murderers, and private armed organizations would pee their pants at the mention of the name Gao Guang! "Hello, my name is Gao Guang." "I am dedicated to providing war-related peripheral services, including but not limited to force, arms, intelligence, and technical support." "As the conscience of the industry, our quality is trustworthy. Please don't hesitate, don't pinch your goddamn wallet, and make an appointment with my beautiful secretary as soon as possible. Warm reminder, we only accept cash." "Gao Guang, Your best choice!"

Just Like Water · Urban
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616 Chs

Chapter 242: Is This Necessary?_1

Yadalev was thirty-six years old this year, and he had been in the arms trade for eight years. He was not a big shot in the industry, but neither was he a greenhorn just starting out.

Since when did a dispute between arms dealers warrant an airstrike?

Was the value of that shipment worth more than the missiles fired tonight?

He couldn't understand how Americans, with their bellies full, could help someone like Salah to go against their own.

The fast response to lock onto him was one thing, and deploying helicopters was another, but now even ground troops were arriving. Americans dreaded casualties in war, and ever since ISIS was wiped out in Mosul, their ground troops had only been responsible for training Iraqis, saving themselves even the trouble of patrols.

But now not only had armored vehicles arrived, shadows loomed suggesting a large number of personnel. This was gearing up for a ground assault.

Something was definitely off, but what it was, he couldn't tell.

What now?