What Mercenary? Call Me an Arms Dealer!

When the King of Hell says you’ll die at three in the morning, he won’t let you live until five! As long as the money’s right! Weapons no one else dares to sell? Pay extra! People no one else dares to kill? Pay extra! Places no one else dares to enter? Pay extra! People no one else dares to save? Pay extra! As long as the money’s right, even if the Three-Body World came crashing down, we’d smash it to pieces! The ghost army marches! Kill any god who stands in our way, and any Buddha who does the same! With a yellow falcon in my left hand, and a robot dog on a leash! With the sky in my right hand, and a bionic ornithopter raised high! Brocade cap and sable coat, plus a powered exoskeleton! A thousand riders sweep across the hills, while I cruise along on my scooter, free as can be! Camouflage uniforms, tactical headsets, tactical helmets, tactical vests, drones, night-vision goggles… With a flying grenade, you can throw yours as far as you want, but can you throw it farther than mine, or with better accuracy? Wherever there’s resistance, the King of Hell is there! Wherever there’s peace, the Peace Envoy pays a visit! We don’t make weapons. We’re just the people who transport them! Life and death don’t matter! If you won’t back down, neither will we! The peaceful life you take for granted exists only because someone else is carrying the burden for you!