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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 257: The Arms Dealer Sword

Grey Wolf adjusted the rear-view mirror and shifted the gear into reverse.

At this moment, none of them had weapons on them.

It was a situation that rendered them helpless.

Sometimes during a mission in special circumstances, without weaponry for defense, all they could rely on was to improvise.

If the others made any sudden move, like reaching for a gun, he would immediately slam on the gas and use the vehicle to ram through these uninvited guests before seizing the opportunity to make a break for it.

Song Heping was, of course, well aware of what Grey Wolf would do.

Having worked together for so long, these core members of the company could understand each other with just a glance. This was the tacit understanding of tactics.

"Could these be the arms dealers' men?" Grey Wolf asked.

Song Heping replied with a grave expression, "Not sure, let's wait and see, and if something feels off, we'll run for it."

Grey Wolf cursed, "Without a gun in hand, nowhere feels safe."