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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".

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Chapter 141 Finally Here

This was a very interesting game.

It was all about extreme wilderness stealth and survival skills.

Song Heping went into this competition with an almost playful mentality.

He even had a strange feeling.

It was as if he were back at the field training years ago.

Now what he needed to do was to put himself in the best possible state of stealth, becoming a Hunter completely hidden in the shadows.

Wait.

The long wait.

A competition of patience.

Luckily, the food he carried this time was sufficient.

He also had been very frugal with water consumption before.

Now, he still had more than half of his water supply left.

Song Heping had developed very good habits during his previous wilderness training; even if he had plenty of supplies, he wouldn't waste a bit and would save as much as possible for the end.

No one could predict unexpected circumstances until the very last moment of battle; one must always have a buffer for oneself.