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

Jiang Feng's concerns weren't baseless. While they were brushing their teeth and chatting cheerfully at the school construction site, Anthony, deep in the jungle over a hundred kilometers away, encountered a problem—


He realized that he and his team had walked the entire night in the wrong direction!


Holding the map in his hand and comparing it against the surrounding terrain, the more he looked, the more he felt something was off.


They had thought they walked at least fifteen or twenty kilometers since last night, but when dawn came and they checked the map, the place they thought they should have reached didn't match the actual terrain they were seeing.


Anthony shouted, running to the front of the team to stop Godwin, who was leading.


Godwin was a lieutenant, born into a hunter family in the Tbilisi Mountain Range jungle, and had joined the ELN militants for a whole ten years, a veteran guerrilla.


Chapter 426: The Suddenly Appearing Helicopter