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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 33 Dead End

The situation was quickly clarified.

Due to the US Army's temporary military operations in the direction of Ramadi, surrounding and eliminating an armed organization entrenched in that region, this area was to be temporarily closed, prohibiting entry and exit.

The cook had no choice but to order everyone to stand by where they were.

But unexpectedly, this wait turned into four hours.

By nearly one o'clock in the afternoon, the queue of vehicles on the highway got longer and longer, but there was no sign of the checkpoint letting anyone through.

It was then that the cook began to feel a sense of urgency.

"What's going on?! Haven't they finished fighting yet?!"

Looking around, the cook suddenly felt the pressure.

Because all around them were cars and people, jamming the entire highway so tight that nothing could pass through.

Most of them were poor civilians, and there were some military personnel among them.