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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".

Yan Qi Guan · Urbain

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Chapter 190 Encounter Interception

After changing into local clothing, the two men meticulously applied makeup.

They glued on large beards to their chins and cheeks, darkened their skin tone with paint to resemble the weathered locals, twisted Arabic headscarves around their heads, donned long robes, and almost couldn't recognize themselves when they looked in the mirror.

Camouflage Technique is a skill mastered by all Special Forces members, and makeup is one form of it.

It's not enough to look the part; one must also act the part.

Luckily, Song Heping and Mist had spent no short amount of time in Illiguo and were fairly familiar with the local life customs.

Mist spoke some Arabic, which piqued Song Heping's curiosity as he didn't expect him to know the language.

Mist explained that it was for the language allowance.

In the US Special Forces, knowing an additional language means extra linguistic proficiency allowance.

By now, Song Heping's Arabic could handle everyday conversation.

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