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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 160: Going Against the Current

Just as Song Heping and his team were frantically moving gold into the truck, a team of armed Humvees stopped by the roadside at the outskirts of Shebakey, a desert city in the southern part of Illiguo. SAD Director Alvin was staring at several monitors set up in a makeshift tent.

Each monitor displayed different scenes, capturing the surroundings of a farm in the suburbs, recorded by mini cameras mounted on the assault team's helmets.

Clearly, the farm was completely surrounded.

"Are the perimeter security forces in position?"

He picked up the radio transceiver and began to inquire.

"Company A and Company B are fully deployed, not even a bird can fly out now."

"OK, you must ensure that no one can break out from the encirclement, not even one!"

"Understood!"

Both companies were elite paratroopers from the 82nd Airborne Division.