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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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The farthest "Sniper" (2)_2

Song Heping had been silent all along.

He was staring intently at Abu.

From his position, Abu was mostly exposed.

He now had his gun resting on a pile of debris on the roof, using it as cover, but this cover only faced towards Chris's direction, leaving his back completely open to Song Heping.

Even Song Heping felt an urge to spray him with a burst from his MK18 assault rifle at this moment.

Damn, this shooting position was too good.

If he had a high-caliber rifle like a Barrett or even a 7.62 caliber sniper rifle, Song Heping was confident he could take out Abu.

But all he had on hand at the moment were his assault rifle and pistol, and nothing else.

"What a pity..."

Suddenly, he saw Abu's shoulder jerk.

Did he shoot?

He turned his head and shouted, "Tell Chris to be careful! He's fired!"

That kind of after-the-fact warning was actually of no use at all.

Song Heping had merely roared out of reflex.

In this sniper battle, he was just a spectator, unable to get involved.