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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 42 Reinforcements

It seemed that it was not Song Heping's time to die.

Just as he was struggling to think of a way to escape, the cavalry arrived.

Boom boom boom—

Boom boom boom—

With a burst of intense, thunderous heavy machine gun fire.

Song Heping was startled at first, but upon listening closely, it was not the sound of the Soviet-made weapons used by the enemy, but the distinctive sound of an M2HB heavy machine gun.

He cautiously peered in the direction of the enemy from beneath the vehicle, and saw they were thrown into complete disarray.

A Humvee appeared behind the enemy's attack line, throwing their formation into great chaos.

"Samir!"

Song Heping faintly recognized the man.

Samir's big beard and that bald head shone like a giant light bulb under the moonlight.

His appearance caught the militants off guard, and being outflanked meant an indulgent slaughter.