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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 37 You despicable scumbags!

Anyone who had worked in the operations department of Ah Mei's intelligence organization knew one assassination principle: when you decided to assassinate a target, the confirmation rate of the target at the time of action had to be over 90%.

No matter what means were used.

Most of the time, in addition to technical identification, manual identification was also necessary.

65% was not a good number, far too distant from the value at which an action decision could be made.

Brown was not willing to issue an assassination order only to find out the target hadn't been killed, resulting in himself being blamed in the final operation report.

"Have Team A verify it, immediately!"

Colonel Brown issued the command.

"Yes, sir!"

With the command given, from behind the bushes about 800 meters away from the dam, a hand covered in camouflage paint delicately adjusted the parameters on the reconnaissance device.