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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 213 Simulation Behavior_3

Song Heping watched the other party calmly, judging from the way he spoke roughly what his ancestral home was, which local dialect he used more often when speaking, and which particular words were more commonly used in his spoken language habits.

"Don't get agitated," Song Heping felt it necessary to calm the guy down in front of him; otherwise, a long-term conversation for impersonation would be impossible, so he consoled, "A person like you who has told everything is of no value to the US Army. As long as the operation ends, they probably won't kill you, but they might throw you in Guantanamo or hand you directly over to their DEA. Don't worry, drug crimes don't have the death penalty on that side, at most you'll be locked up for ten or eight years, so just consider yourself lucky!"

Upon hearing Song Heping's words, Han Fei stopped sniffling immediately.

"Really?"

"Why would I lie to you?"

"Thank you so much, brother!"