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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 247 This time the opponent is not ordinary

82nd Airborne Division Firing Range.

This was a dedicated firing range that was also open to members of PMC companies with credentials.

Access was no longer an issue for Song Heping.

Now, "Musician" Defense was one of the big names on the military's cooperation list.

In Illiguo, Song Heping could get the necessary passes for everywhere but the highly sensitive classified units.

Song Heping had just hung up the call with the cook and returned to his spot at the range when he stooped to pack his things; a paratrooper lieutenant, who had put down his electronic spotting scope, came over.

"Hey! I'm Marcus."

Song Heping was crouched on the ground, packing his MK11 MOD0 sniper rifle, when he heard someone greeting him and turned to look at the man.

"Is there something you need?"

"You have good shooting, really accurate," Marcus recalled what he had just seen through the spotting scope.

Song Heping had fired 10 shots, with all the bullet holes within a 5CM diameter.