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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 80: Defense Too Difficult

After returning from Turner's place, Song Heping drove around the oil fields again before lunch.

He had to imprint every corner of the terrain into his mind by comparing it with the map.

However, his mood was somewhat depressed after the inspection.

When he got back to the living area, the cooks were eating.

They dined separately from Samir and his group.

Everyone had different beliefs, and some taboos needed to be respected.

The cook still loved cooking.

His interest hadn't diminished since arriving here.

Sometimes Song Heping found the cook quite odd.

A mercenary leader so passionate about cooking was certainly an anomaly.

"Song! Where have you been?!"

The cook always had a slightly hoarse but strong voice, calling to meals as if calling a dog to its food.

"I went around the oil fields again."

Song Heping leaned his gun against the table and settled into his chair, pulling a basin in front of him.