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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 · Urbano
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367 Chs

Chapter 227 Besieged on All Sides

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Seeing the chasing convoy slow down in the rearview mirror, Mist burst into loud laughter, excitedly throwing out one "FUCK" after another at the Revolutionary Brigade, mocking them for being cowards.

Song Heping inwardly sighed, these foreigners really had a limited vocabulary for cursing, nothing but FUCKs and SHITs, maybe an occasional bastard, definitely not as colorful as Chinese curses.

He, however, was not nearly as excited as Mist.

The pursuers had indeed fallen far behind.

But Song Heping absolutely did not believe these guys would just give up like that.

Give up chasing just because one vehicle had been taken out?

This was completely inconsistent with the intelligence provided by ISA.

The intelligence indicated that the Revolutionary Brigade had strong combat capabilities and resilience, having dominated this area for many years.

They were always ruthless, relentless in dealing with anyone who dared to oppose them.