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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".

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Chapter 191: The Long Day

The small bungalow had hidden depths; inside, there was no furniture, just a chaotic mess resembling a junk pile. The contact, Mira, moved a table from the corner, lifted the carpet, and removed a wooden board to reveal the entrance to an underground passage.

"Go down."

He gestured for Song Heping and Mist to enter.

Song Heping said to Mist, "You go first."

Mist didn't move.

Mira noticed the hesitation of the two men.

Actually, what Song Heping meant was for Mist to go down first, and he would follow after Mira.

The benefit of doing this, of course, was to avoid any accidents.

As for what kind of accident…

It was that no place and no one could be completely trusted.

If Mira couldn't be relied on and the two naively went straight into the basement, and someone behind them shut the door and threw in a Hand Grenade, then they'd ascend to heaven to meet their ancestors.

Mira probably guessed their line of thinking.