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... cenary. But the difference from mercenaries was that ‘Iris’ had territories under their control.

So strictly speaking, it was accurate to describe “Iris” as a warlord. In addition, unlike other mercenaries, wherever there was business, they would knock on the door. Basically, ‘Iris’ wouldn’t leave the South American continent ‘cake.’

From arms, to drugs, and even to subvert the regime of a small country, ‘Iris’ could give its partners satisfactory results.

According to le ...

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