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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 · Thành thị
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400 Chs

Chapter 179: Hit?

Song Heping's position was elevated, allowing him to overlook the second floor of the building opposite, but he couldn't clearly see the first-floor passage.

However, from the firing angle, a single RPG rocket launched from a second-floor window should hit the staircase turn between the first and second floors, provided the aim was accurate.

This was the most likely place to set up an ambush.

Song Heping hoisted the RPG, moved to the window, and checked the firing safety. Everything was in order.

The RPG was ready to fire.

He suddenly turned around, instantly aimed at the second-floor window of the opposite building, and pulled the trigger as quickly as he could. He didn't even have time to glance at the explosion effect before immediately retreating behind the wall.

Just as he ducked back, a volley of bullets hit near the window, cracking loudly.

Fortunately, he dodged quickly, or else Song Heping would have had his "head bloom."