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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 36 MQ-1 Predator

The bulletproof Lincoln was indeed a luxury vehicle.

Song Heping drove it alone, escorting Angel to the dam.

The car was great and handled smoothly; it was the best car Song Heping had ever driven, especially with its B7-level bulletproof capabilities, which provided a full sense of security.

When they arrived next to the dam and parked, the surroundings were pitch dark. Song Heping looked around and then turned to Angel in the back seat, saying, "You wait in the car. I'll go down to check things out and call you when it's time to get out."

Perhaps because she could only rely on Song Heping here, Angel didn't fuss as usual. Instead, she obediently nodded her head like a well-behaved cat.

"Okay, I'm counting on you then," she said politely, which caught Song Heping off guard.

This Western girl seemed smart.

She knew where she could make a fuss and where she couldn't.

He got out of the car, closed the door, and looked around.