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

"Did you come here because of Master Long?"


Song Heping finally grasped the key point, as if dispelling the fog to see the clear truth.


This, on the contrary, put him at ease.


Ferrari had reported to him that Da Biao's backer was Master Long.


And Master Long seemed to be somewhat entangled with the CIA.


If it involved the CIA, it wasn't strange that Instructor Lei came to him.


"Yes, he's the one I'm talking about." Duke of Thunder continued drinking his beverage, "Tell me about the intelligence you've gathered."


Song Heping said, "He is a CIA operative here, responsible for dealing with some groups in Myanmar and Thailand, including the civilian organization. It's estimated... that he's also involved with controlling the heroin market—my company's intelligence manager had already alerted me to this issue."


Master Long reminded Song Heping of the operations on the Afghan side.


Chapter 394: Cooperation