We offered you a summer job, but you went and became a mercenary?

"I will never work overtime!"

Lin Ye's expression changed.

Instead of dodging, he suddenly stood up from behind his cover during a gap in the gunfire.

Without even glancing at the burly man, he used the empty AK-47 in his hand as a javelin and hurled it with all his might toward the man's face!

"roar?"

The burly man clearly hadn't expected Lin Ye to retaliate in this way.

Watching the broken gun spinning rapidly in the air, he subconsciously turned his head to the side.

The firing of the Vulcan cannon caused a pause of 0.1 seconds.

It's now!

In the instant the burly man turned his head to dodge, Lin Ye moved.

His body slid out like an arrow, skimming along the ground.

His flip-flops sparked as they scraped against the sand, and with incredible speed, he instantly reached the burly man's feet.

The burly man's massive body blocked out the moonlight, casting a huge shadow over his head.

Lin Ye didn't even look at him, and with lightning speed, he pulled out the Glock 17 pistol that had been seized earlier from his back waist.

He passed between the burly man's legs, raised the gun steadily, and pressed it directly against the man's chin.

"Overtime pay? You'll have to pay with your life."

boom! boom! boom!

Three muffled but continuous gunshots rang out.

The burly man's sinister smile froze instantly.

His head felt like it had been pierced from the bottom up by an invisible cannonball, and his entire skull was blown off by the enormous kinetic energy, with red and white liquid exploding into a dazzling flower of blood in the air.

Boom!

The mountain-like body fell straight backward, crashing heavily onto the sand, kicking up clouds of dust.

The world fell silent.

Lin Ye slowly stood up and patted the sand off his body.

He walked to the still slightly twitching corpse, bent down, and effortlessly lifted the incredibly heavy six-barreled Vulcan rotary machine gun.

The power from the super serum made him feel like this thing was a large toy.

He skillfully swung the mortar chain hanging on the ground over his shoulder and snapped it in place.

Lin Ye turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over the armed men who were peeking out from behind their bunkers, their faces filled with terror.

"Now is the time for physical deliverance."

Without further hesitation, he picked up the Vulcan cannon that exuded an aura of death and strode toward the two-story warehouse at the heart of the stronghold.

That place was the command center and armory of the Black Mamba stronghold.

It was also the last place he clocked out of get off work.

"Bang!"

Lin Ye didn't go through the door; instead, he kicked the heavy iron door of the warehouse.

The door collapsed inward with a deafening crash.

The scene behind the door made Lin Ye pause slightly.

There were at least forty or fifty fully armed Black Mamba members standing inside.

They seemed to be having some kind of gathering, and everyone turned around in surprise to look at the boy at the door carrying a Vulcan cannon and wearing shorts and flip-flops.

After a brief silence.

Splash!

Inside the warehouse, dozens of dark gun barrels were raised in unison, all aimed at Lin Ye at the door.

The astonishment on the faces of the forty or fifty Black Mamba members was instantly replaced by a frenzied killing intent.

"Kill him!"

A man who appeared to be a leader let out a hysterical roar in Arabic.

Whoosh!

The safety on dozens of AK rifles was simultaneously released, their dark muzzles like a dense honeycomb, aimed at the slender figure at the doorway, ready to tear him to shreds in the next second.

However, Lin Ye had no intention of giving them that chance.

He didn't even flinch when faced with concentrated fire that could turn an armored vehicle into scrap metal.

The six-barreled Vulcan rotary machine gun, weighing over 100 pounds, was held steady in one hand, as if welded to the ground.

The terrifying power provided by the [Basic Super Serum] made this deadly weapon seem weightless in his hands.

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and muttered something softly in a voice only he could hear:

"Namo Gatling Bodhisattva, the depleted uranium bomb purified of the six senses..."

next moment.

He pulled the trigger.

boom--!!!

Inside the warehouse, time seemed to have been paused.

There were no screams, no curses, no extra sounds.

Only a deafening, continuous metallic roar, like a howl from hell, instantly engulfed everything.

Driven by the motor, the six gun barrels spun wildly, and a blue muzzle flash nearly a meter long became the only light source in this bloody space.

It can no longer be called a bullet.

It was a steel storm composed of tungsten-core armor-piercing warheads, an irresistible tornado of death.

The armed men in the front row didn't even have time to react before they were torn into countless pieces of flesh and blood by the violent kinetic energy the moment they came into contact with the barrage of bullets.

Their bodies were as fragile as pieces of paper, unable to stop a bullet for even a fraction of a second.

Blood and bone fragments mixed with viscera were slammed against the metal walls of the warehouse with tremendous force, creating an abstract yet bloody mural.

Lin Ye's expression remained unchanged.

His arm was as steady as a precision machine as he carried the roaring Vulcan cannon, the muzzle moving slowly and evenly from left to right.

His movements were devoid of any worldly concerns, and his eyes were clear, as if he were not slaughtering lives, but rather performing a monotonous and repetitive task of tightening screws on a factory assembly line.

"Aaaaaah!"

Finally, the armed men in the back row recovered from their extreme shock. They collapsed, dropped their guns, and tried to turn and run away.

But in this cramped warehouse, they had nowhere to escape.

The bullets caught up with their backs, easily piercing their bodies and exploding into large, bloody holes in their chests.

One person after another fell down; life seemed cheap and laughable in the face of this extreme violence.

Less than a minute.

"Buzz..."

The Vulcan cannon's barrel rotation speed gradually decreased and eventually stopped.

The deafening roar came to an abrupt end.

Silence returned to the warehouse.

However, this silence was even more suffocating than before.

There wasn't a single living creature left that could stand upright.

The ground was littered with mutilated limbs and scalding hot bullet casings. The overwhelming stench of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder was enough to make any normal person vomit on the spot.

Lin Ye casually tossed the Vulcan cannon, whose barrel was already red-hot, onto the ground with a heavy thud.

He raised his hand and patted the dust off his T-shirt, the movement as natural as if he had just finished a set of calisthenics.

Then, he pulled the domestically made knock-off phone out of his shorts pocket and turned on the screen.

A soft blue light illuminated his young face.

The time displayed on the screen is 23:55.

"Great, we got it done before midnight."

Lin Ye nodded in satisfaction and put away his phone.

"Working overtime is impossible. I will never work overtime in my life."

He hummed an unknown tune, took a step, and his flip-flops made a "smack smack" sound as they stepped over the sticky pool of blood.

He stepped over a corpse that had been broken in half and walked straight to the deepest part of the warehouse.

"Next, it's time to take stock of the spoils."