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

The warehouse was filled with wooden crates, but Lin Ye had no interest in these conventional weapons.

His gaze finally settled on the dark, iron lump in the corner of the warehouse.

A heavy-duty safe that is half the height of a person.

Lin Ye stepped forward and circled the safe, discovering that it was locked with a complex combination of a password and a key.

Anyone facing this military-grade safe would have no choice but to use explosives.

But who is Lin Ye?

An excellent summer job who just wants to leave work on time.

He took two steps back, stretched his ankles, then lifted his foot, his right foot, clad in a ten-dollar flip-flop, tracing a graceful arc in the air before landing heavily on the thick steel door of the safe.

boom!

A deep, thunderous roar echoed through the empty warehouse.

The steel door, strong enough to withstand conventional bullets, was kicked so hard that it caved in deeply, and the hinges groaned under the strain before snapping in two.

The entire door slammed to the ground with a loud crash, revealing a dizzying scene inside.

The bright green US dollars were stacked neatly in piles, like blocks of tofu.

Beside it, a dozen or so gleaming gold bars were casually piled up, radiating a captivating luster.

At the very top, scattered among the diamonds and jewels shimmered with iridescent light under the dim warehouse lights.

Lin Ye's breathing became heavier.

He squatted down, reached out and picked up a stack of US dollars, took a deep breath under his nose.

"This flavor is much better than the pickled cabbage noodles."

He roughly estimated that the cash alone amounted to at least two hundred thousand US dollars.

Get rich!

This is much faster than earning $10,000 a day!

"When it comes to finding a job, you should look for one that includes room and board and allows you to earn extra money on the side."

Lin Ye grinned and immediately ripped off the red, white, and blue snakeskin bag from his back, unzipped it, and stuffed stacks of US dollars and gold bars into the bag as if they were free.

"Mine, mine, all mine."

As he stuffed the food in his mouth, he muttered something under his breath, revealing his true nature as a money-grubber.

Soon, the snakeskin bag was stuffed full.

Lin Ye was still not satisfied.

He stood up and started wandering around the warehouse again, like a busy bee, beginning to "pick up" the fallen spoils.

He walked over to the corpse of the leader, whom he had blasted in two with a Vulcan cannon, squatted down, and skillfully pulled a gleaming gold Rolex watch off the man's wrist.

"Hmm, this looks valuable."

He then tore off the gold chain, about the thickness of a little finger, from the other person's neck, weighed it in his hand, and put it in his pocket with satisfaction.

Their main goal is to ensure every grain is harvested, and they never miss any opportunity to make money.

After ransacking the warehouse of several guys who looked like leaders, Lin Ye's pockets were stuffed full.

His gaze then fell on those high-quality AKs, which were well-maintained and gleaming, and equipped with tactical rails and optical sights.

"These are much better than the fire pokers that Blood Fox gave us."

He tried to put the gun into the snakeskin bag as well, but the bag was already full.

Lin-Ye frowned, suddenly remembering something.

On a whim, he tentatively pointed a high-quality AK at himself.

"System, can this... be recycled?"

[Unlimited Backup Ammunition Depot] is not responding.

Lin Ye was not giving up and changed his approach.

"System, can this... be stored?"

hum-

The AK rifle in his hand seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand and vanished into thin air.

Lin Ye was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed.

He immediately brought up the system panel, and sure enough, next to the [Unlimited Backup Ammunition Depot], there was an additional [Temporary Storage Space] option. Although the space was small, only ten cubic meters, it was enough for his needs!

"System, you're such a sweet and considerate companion!"

Lin Ye was overjoyed and immediately collected all the weapons, grenades, and tactical vests that caught his eye on the ground into his temporary storage space.

After doing all this, the entire warehouse was cleaner than his face.

He slung the heavy snakeskin bag over his shoulder with a satisfied air, whistling, and walked out of this living hell with an air of utter disdain.

……

at the same time.

On the sand dunes two kilometers away.

The one-eyed officer "Butcher" was leading a large force of the Blood Fox mercenary group in several pickup trucks, heading towards Black Mamba's stronghold.

The gunfire had stopped a long time ago.

In their view, that yellow-skinned kid and that group of cannon fodder must have been dead long ago.

Now, the Black Mamba side has probably suffered heavy casualties as well, making it the perfect time for them to go and clean up the mess and pick up the profits.

"Get your act together, all of you!"

The butcher, standing in the passenger seat, yelled at the veterans in the back of the truck, "Black Mamba's vault is in that two-story building. Whoever rushes in first gets ten percent of the money!"

"Oh, oh, oh!"

The veterans roared with excitement, rubbing their hands together, their eyes gleaming with greed.

However, when their convoy rounded the last sand dune and saw the situation of the outpost ahead...

All the howling stopped abruptly, like ducks being choked.

The convoy came to an abrupt stop, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The butcher held up his binoculars, his mouth slowly opening wider, unaware that the cigar in his hand had fallen onto his trousers and burned a hole in it.

The scene before us can no longer be described as tragic.

That's hell.

The entire area around the stronghold was littered with severed limbs, the ground was stained dark red with blood, and even the sand had solidified into clumps.

The modified pickup truck was overturned on its side, still emitting black smoke.

Inside the stronghold, there was an eerie silence.

Just as all the Blood Fox veterans were stunned by this hellish scene, their scalps tingling.

A figure leisurely walked out of the warehouse that had been riddled with holes by the Vulcan cannon.

White T-shirt, floral shorts, flip-flops.

On his shoulder, he also carried a bulging red, white and blue snakeskin bag.

It was Lin Ye.

He seemed to notice the convoy as well, paused for a moment, and then walked straight toward the Butcher's lead car.

The butcher's adjutant rubbed his eyes hard, his voice trembling.

"Sir...am I...am I hallucinating?"

The butcher did not answer; he just stared intently at the boy who was approaching step by step, feeling a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

Lin Ye walked to the front of the car and stopped three meters away from the front of the car.

He casually pulled a blood-stained metal dog tag from his pocket and flicked it with his finger.

The dog tag arced through the air and landed precisely on the hood of the pickup truck with a "snap." It was the identification tag of Black Mamba, the leader of the stronghold.

After doing all this, Lin Ye, facing the headlights, naturally reached out his hand to the butcher in the car.

His expression was simple yet earnest, like that of a migrant worker who had just finished carrying bricks on a construction site and was looking for the foreman to settle his wages.

"I've taken down the outpost, the job's done."

"Boss, the bill is ready."

Lin Ye paused for a moment, then added, "The daily wage is ten thousand dollars, plus the night shift allowance, let's round it up to twenty thousand."

The butcher looked at Lin Ye, then at the bulging snakeskin bag on his shoulder that was clearly full of valuables, and a flash of extreme greed and ferocity appeared in his single eye.

He didn't speak, but quietly made a gesture to his subordinates behind him.

slam-la-

In an instant, dozens of dark gun barrels on several pickup trucks around the area silently rose and were all aimed at the "summer worker" who had just finished his shift.

Suddenly, the butcher jumped off the pickup truck, his military boots making a dull thud as they hit the sand.

His single eye now gleamed with undisguised greed and cruelty.

In his eyes, the Asian kid in the shorts in front of him was just incredibly lucky to have cleared out the Black Mamba's stronghold. Now, the kid and the huge fortune in that bag would become his butcher's spoils.

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotten teeth stained yellow from tobacco smoke, his voice hoarse and arrogant.

"Checkout?"

The butcher laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

"You yellow-skinned pig, you swallowed Black Mamba's entire fortune by yourself, and you still dare to ask me for money?"

He pointed to the bulging snakeskin bag on Lin Ye's shoulder, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

"Leave that tattered bag behind. If I'm in a good mood, I might leave you a whole corpse!"

The Blood Fox veterans behind him also let out bursts of malicious laughter, the sound of bolts being pulled back echoing like a pack of hyenas about to devour their prey.