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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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820 Chs

Chapter 639 Shadow_1

Gao Guang, who didn't spread his eagle's wings without seeing a rabbit, was never willing to easily place a bet without meeting the real decision-maker. But this time, he could only bet in advance, gambling on Magus's character.

It was impossible for Magus to invite someone to the Phantom's training center to talk business; he could possibly introduce a friend, likely through phone contact or by letting Gao Guang initiate the contact. And all of these would definitely take place after the exercise with Butter Knife.

Gao Guang had never expected to find a way through Magus. Ethiopia had been wanting artillery, and although Africa was poor, as a national-level player, Tiren Formation could easily put forward two or three hundred million US Dollars without batting an eye.