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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 282: Dragging Down into the Water

Song Heping's idea nearly scared Yusuf out of his wits.

But he still took Song Heping to see the SA-9 missiles.

The SA-9 anti-aircraft missile has a nickname, "Lantern Pants," and it's not actually considered an advanced air defense system. It's mainly used against low-altitude targets, with a top speed of only Mach 2.

Peter had tasked himself with selling this kind of air defense system to the Salafi Armed in the Sahel region, and it was crystal clear who it was targeted at.

With that in mind, he once again despised those crafty old foxes in the US Army in the depths of his heart.

They say being the enemy of the United States is dangerous, but being a friend of the United States is fatal.

Indeed, that was true.

The French probably would never have imagined that the so-called extremist Armed Organizations taking down their planes and opposing them were actually haunted by American ghosts.