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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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Song Heping felt his face was rather warm, and when he reached out to touch it, it was red.

It was blood!

But he didn't feel any pain; he guessed it must be someone else's blood.

He quickly turned to look at Samir lying next to him, "Are you hurt?!"

"No!"

Samir shook his head desperately, his face had turned pale.

"Boss, what do we do?"

"Stay down! Don't move!"

Song Heping shouted out the answer.

Besides the restaurant, there was only an empty space around them. In such a place, you had no way to hide from artillery fire.

Even if you ran into the tents, it would be of no use. The artillery shells could pierce through the top of the tents and take out everyone in a single blast.

Moreover, standing up and running away in the middle of an artillery attack was an extremely foolish act, undoubtedly exposing yourself completely to the barrage.