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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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Chapter 187: Olive Branch of the Seal Team

The person who suddenly appeared was none other than the deputy commander of Seal Team, who was also acting as the team leader, Lieutenant Mist.

"Song, what are you spacing out about here all alone?"

On the evening of the fourth day, as Song Heping sat at the entrance of the tent looking at the horizon and pondering how to turn the situation around, Mist suddenly appeared behind him.

"Have a seat."

Song Heping had a good impression of Mist, who at least wasn't as arrogant as Vincent, so he politely invited him to sit down.

It was clear that Mist was also in a foul mood.

The entire Mosul operation was scheduled to last seven days.

Five days had already passed.

But the Seal Team seemed to have made no further progress.

The top-ranking sniper they called the "Mosul Reaper" hadn't shown up in the past few days.