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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 231 Day 3

This type of platoon radio generally has a communication range of about 10-30 kilometers when short antennas are used, and the distance can reach about 200 kilometers with long antennas.

Under normal circumstances, they should be able to contact the troops of the Revolutionary Guard Special Brigade in Awaz, and it would be a success as long as they could hear their call.

Opportunity knocks but once.

Song Heping quickly got into the passenger seat, glanced at the radio, and to his surprise, found it turned off.

He hurriedly switched on the power.

However, after turning it on, he discovered that the power light was not on.

"Don't tell me it's out of battery..."

A cold sweat broke out on Song Heping's forehead.

"Having diarrhea at a critical moment... It can't be..."

He quickly checked the battery and realized that it wasn't a battery issue, but that there were two bullet holes on one side of the radio, clearly damaged by bullets.

The only explanation was Rabbani.