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

The northern suburbs of the city.

Abandoned steel mill.

This place is in a remote location, surrounded by large areas of wasteland and weeds.

The steel plant was surrounded by a tall wire fence, and a tattered wooden sign on the gate read, "No unauthorized personnel allowed, consequences at your own risk."

In a security booth next to the gate, two burly men wearing black vests were smoking by the window.

These two men were sentries planted here by the He family; their waists were bulging, clearly indicating they were carrying weapons.

"Hey, did you hear?" A scarred man exhaled a smoke ring. "Young Master had his hand crippled on the street today. I heard the bones were crushed to dust."

The fat man next to him sneered.

"I heard that Ah Biao and his bunch of good-for-nothings couldn't even protect the young master properly. They'll definitely get a beating from the family head when they get back."

Fatty flicked his cigarette ash, his face full of disdain.

"I heard that the one who crippled the young master was a migrant worker dressed in cheap clothes. The Third Elder led men to arrest him tonight, and I reckon that kid's limbs are broken by now, and he's being dragged around in the back of a car."

Scarface nodded.

"Having offended the He family, that kid definitely won't live past tonight. By tomorrow morning, he'll be a thing of the past in Jiangcheng."

The two were having a lively conversation.

A strange breeze suddenly swept by.

The wind came without warning, sending a chill down the back of their necks.

The fat man instinctively shrank his neck, about to complain about the awful weather.

A hand quietly landed on his shoulder.

The fat man froze, his eyes widening instantly, before he could even turn his head.

The hand suddenly clenched its five fingers.

The fat man didn't even utter a groan before his eyes rolled back and he collapsed limply, instantly losing consciousness.

Scarface sensed something was wrong and was about to reach for the thing at his waist.

The other hand had already gripped the back of his neck.

A slight cracking sound of bones dislocating rang out, and Scarface's vision went black as he collapsed to the ground.

Lin Ye stood in the guard booth and patted the dust off his hands.

He bent down, skillfully grabbed the back of their collars, dragged them to a stinking ditch, and tossed them aside.

"Splash! Splash!"

Two muffled thuds followed, and the two sentries were immediately submerged in mud and foul water.

Lin Ye didn't even glance at it.

He walked to the large iron gate of the steel plant.

The two rusty iron doors were tightly closed, with a thick steel chain wrapped around the gaps, and a huge brass padlock hanging from it.

When ordinary people encounter this situation, they usually choose to bypass the Great Firewall.

But Lin Ye doesn't have the habit of climbing over walls.

For working people, efficiency is key; being straightforward saves the most time.

He stretched out his right hand and grabbed the thick steel chain.

Apply slight pressure with your fingers.

"Kaba".

The hard brass casing was crushed and deformed, and the internal lock cylinder was squeezed into a lump of scrap metal in an instant.

Without even glancing at it, he grabbed both ends of the steel chain and casually pulled it outwards.

The thick steel chain, in Lin Ye's hands, was like a fragile ramen noodle, snapping in two.

Half of the chain fell to the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

Lin Ye pushed open the iron gate and swaggered inside.

The factory area covers a huge area, with the main roads lined with piles of scrap steel, abandoned machinery and equipment, and multi-story containers.

The core factory building at the deepest part is a huge steel structure building, which is brightly lit at this moment.

The thick walls couldn't block out the frenzied roars, the roar of heavy metal music, and the muffled thuds of violently colliding bodies emanating from inside.

That place is the He family's biggest cash cow in Jiangcheng: an underground boxing gym.

Lin Ye had only taken two steps.

[Ding! Passive skill triggered: Advanced Crisis Prediction!]

The system's mechanical voice rang out in my mind precisely on time.

A semi-transparent three-dimensional map immediately appeared on Lin Ye's retina.

Thirty-four flashing red dots were clearly distributed in various corners around the factory area.

Seven people were hiding on top of the shipping container, each holding a rifle equipped with night vision goggles.

Twelve people were hiding in the shadows behind the abandoned equipment, acting as lookouts.

The remaining fifteen people were divided into five groups and patrolled the main roads of the factory area.

"The configuration is quite complete."

Lin Ye had his hands in the pockets of his shorts, and his flip-flops made a soft sound as they stepped on the gravel road.

"Unfortunately, their professional skills are too poor."

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Inside the command vehicle.

Agent Xiao Wang stared intently at the radar screen, not daring to blink.

"Captain! Mr. Lin has gone inside! There are more than thirty armed sentries around the factory area!"

The eagle held a thermos cup and looked at the screen.

"Immediately raise the drone and switch to high-precision thermal imaging mode!"

The screen flashed and turned into a black-and-white thermal imaging image.

The red dot representing Lin Ye was rapidly navigating through the complex obstacles at a speed that completely defied the limits of human physiology.

Top of container number three.

A sniper, lying on top smoking, was idly observing the direction of the gate through night vision goggles.

He had just taken a drag of his cigarette and hadn't even had a chance to exhale.

A hand silently reached out from behind and covered his mouth tightly.

With her other hand, she grabbed his chin and twisted it sharply to the right.

The cracking sound of a broken cervical vertebra was perfectly masked by the distant music.

Lin Ye caught the half-smoked cigarette that fell from the sniper's mouth, stubbed it out on the metal of the shipping container, and then turned and jumped down.

The movements were fluid and seamless, without a pause for even a second.

Next to an abandoned boiler.

Two patrolmen, each holding a miniature bottle, were smoking and urinating at the same time.

A dark figure flashed past them.

The two men's heads were grabbed by two hands and slammed together.

The sound of skulls shattering rang out, and the two collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

Lin Ye casually removed the magazines from their waists, threw them into the stinking ditch next to them, and continued toward the next target.

Inside the command vehicle, Xiao Wang swallowed hard.

"Captain, this...this speed is outrageous! He didn't even use a weapon, he just twisted his neck with his bare hands?"

The eagle wiped the cold sweat from its forehead.

"The Middle Eastern Asura, you think he's just all talk? In those meat grinder-like battlefields, survival depends on turning killing into an instinct. For the He family, these bumpkins, to encounter him is pure dimensional subversion."

The eagle picked up the communicator.

"Logistics team, prepare to go in and clean the body as soon as Mr. Lin finishes his work. Remember, leave no bloodstains or odors!"

five minutes.

Just five minutes.

On the radar screen, all thirty-four red dots around the factory perimeter went out, leaving no survivors.

Lin Ye emerged from the shadows and stood thirty meters away from the main gate of the core factory building.

He lowered his head and, in the dim light of the streetlamp, looked at the bit of engine oil that had accidentally gotten on his flip-flops.

Lin Ye frowned, walked to the bushes nearby, and wiped the engine oil off the soles of his shoes.

"The perfect infiltration is to kill everyone who sees me."

Lin Ye muttered a complaint to the air.

He patted the dust off his hands.

"This overtime pay is really hard-earned; we must make the He family pay more for emotional distress later."

The main gate of the core plant has been specially modified.

The two heavy bulletproof glass doors were further reinforced with a metal fence.

Four burly men stood at the door, all dressed in black suits and wearing walkie-talkies.

These four men were all martial artists at the early stage of Ming Jin (a martial arts technique), with bulging temples and fierce eyes.

Several wealthy businessmen dressed in bespoke suits were lining up at the entrance with their female companions to verify their VIP black cards.

Lin Ye, wearing a "Everyone's a Villain" T-shirt with a hole in the chest, baggy shorts, and flip-flops, swayed as he walked over.

This outfit, among a group of wealthy and powerful gamblers, was more conspicuous than a searchlight in the dark.

One of the guards immediately became alert, stepped forward, and reached out to stop Lin Ye.

"stop!"

The guard looked Lin Ye up and down, his face full of disdain.

"Where did this beggar come from? How did you get here? Do you even know where you are before barging in?"

His right hand had already reached for the hilt of the short sword at his waist.

"Get out of here! Take one more step and I'll break your legs and throw you into the river to feed the fish!"

Several wealthy businessmen in line nearby also turned their heads, covered their noses, and looked at Lin Ye as if he were trash.

"What's wrong with the He family's security? Even beggars can get here."

"Get him out of here quickly, don't spoil our fun."