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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 89 Concerns Behind the Victory

While Blackwater International was in chaos due to a conflict with Kurd Armed Forces, in the living area of Hassan Oil Field, the cook prepared the finest food he could find to welcome Hunter home.

"Hunter! This bottle is to honor you!"

The cook had a high alcohol tolerance and started off with a bottle.

Looking at the more than half-full bottle of vodka in front of him, Hunter hesitated for a moment but then took it.

"I'll drink first as a toast!"

The cook threw his head back and began to guzzle down another bottle of vodka as if he was drinking mineral water.

Many Russians have a fondness for drinking, it's their tradition.

Without vodka, they'd even dare to drink pure alcohol.

They only drink with you if they respect you, and only if you can drink do they really look up to you.

Song Heping said to Hunter, "This is the initiation drink, you have to drink it."