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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 195: The Grim Reaper Isn't Dead

After confirming the location of the "Hunter" organization's lair, Song Heping did not rush to take action.

He knew that each step must be cautious and precise, although he had the capability to immediately contact the US Army and have them dispatch F-15 fighters already deployed nearby to drop Ground Penetrating Bombs for a bombardment, doing so would allow the more than ten snipers who had left the underground fortifications to slip through the net.

What he wanted was a complete victory, to annihilate the "Hunter" organization once and for all, leaving no threats behind.

It was precisely eleven o'clock at night when, as per the prearranged plan, the US forces tasked with attacking the western side of Mosul City began to gradually withdraw from the district.

As the troops withdrew, the gunfire within the city gradually dwindled until it fell silent.

At this time, inside a building in section J of Mosul, Abu was receiving reports from his subordinates through a walkie-talkie.