Yan Qi Guan

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".

Mercenaries, I Will Be King

Two superfluous, delete Black Hawk Helicopters arrived above the riverside, two ropes dangled from the cabin, AGLAN team members descended one by one from the aircraft to the ground.


"Hunter 1, what's the situation over there?"


"Found two bodies by the river… beyond help now…"


The captain of Hunter 2 team, a Green Beret Third Grade Sergeant from the US Army, squatted in front of the corpse of the previously annihilated AGLAN team's medic, scanning him from top to bottom.


He moved the arm hanging in front of the chest to take a closer look and noticed three bullet holes in the bulletproof vest and one in the arm.


The hole in the arm was a through-and-through wound, the warhead was lodged in the bulletproof vest around the chest area.


The Sergeant reached out to pull the warhead out, inspecting it in his hand, confirming it was a 5.56 caliber bullet.


Chapter 347 Good News, Bad News