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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 220 Heading West?

Helmand Province, located on the highway west of Rudbar.

Song Heping's Nissan off-road vehicle sped past a mountain road. A lizard, basking in the sun while lying on a rock, was startled awake and scurried into its hole in a fluster.

In the back seat, Song Heping looked at Mist beside him with incredulous eyes, while the latter was sniffing his own right hand.

He pinched his thumb, index, and middle fingers together, constantly rubbing them as if a woman was vigorously rubbing perfume into her skin to make the scent evaporate faster.

What Song Heping found hard to accept was that this was the same hand Mist had just pulled out from behind his own butt...

"I've turned it on…"

Mist made a motion with his mouth, using dumb speech to convey this shocking news to Song Heping.

Turned it on?

How did he do it?!

A vivid image flashed through Song Heping's mind.

It was an image with a distinctive odor...