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

The butcher opened his mouth, but only made a series of sounds as blood bubbles burst.

"I……"

Lin Ye lost his patience. He snatched the phone from the butcher and put it to his ear.

"Hello, are you the owner of Blood Fox Agency?"

The person on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, then became wary: "Who are you? Where's the butcher?"

"Him," Lin Ye glanced at the butcher on the ground whose eyes were already rolling back, "is probably contemplating life."

"I'm a new summer worker who started tonight. My employee number... I don't have one yet. I took down Black Mamba's hideout for you guys, and I'm here to collect my wages."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

A few seconds later, the Blood Fox boss's voice, laced with suppressed anger, rang out again: "How many do you want?"

"I'm a very reasonable person." Lin Ye's tone was as if he were buying vegetables at a market. "The agreed-upon daily wage of $10,000, plus triple pay for night shifts, and compensation for my emotional distress, makes it a total of $100,000."

"You fucking dream on!" The Blood Fox boss on the other end of the phone instantly lost his composure, letting out a roar. "One hundred thousand US dollars? Why don't you just rob someone?!"

"Aren't I robbing right now?" Lin Ye's tone remained calm.

"You yellow-skinned monkey, you've got some nerve!" The Blood Fox boss's voice turned icy cold. "I'll send armored vehicles over immediately and blast you into a pile of minced meat!"

Lin Ye listened to the roaring on the phone and slowly sighed.

He took the phone away from his ear and held it to the butcher's mouth.

"It seems your boss doesn't know much about labor law."

Lin Ye said softly, "Since reasoning won't work, we'll have to resort to force to get our wages."

After saying that, he no longer hesitated.

The foot, clad in flip-flops, suddenly lifted up and then slammed down.

Click!

A crisp sound of bone cracking rang out.

The butcher's head tilted to one side at an eerie angle, his body twitched one last time, and then he fell completely silent.

Lin Ye casually threw the satellite phone on the ground and stomped on it until it was smashed to pieces.

He stood up, his gaze sweeping over the several still intact pickup trucks, as if he were choosing his favorite vehicle.

"So, you're double-crossing me, aren't you?"

"You want to dock my pay, huh?"

For the first time, a somewhat ferocious smile appeared on Lin Ye's face.

A thought suddenly occurred to him.

The next second, the six-barreled Vulcan rotary machine gun, exuding an aura of death, appeared out of thin air on the sand in front of him.

Immediately afterwards, heavy ammunition belts, laden with large-caliber bullets, poured down from the void like waterfalls, piling up on the ground into a small mountain.

Lin Ye casually grabbed a pickup truck key and jumped into the driver's seat.

Instead of starting the car, he spent several minutes using a wrench and wire to firmly secure the Vulcan cannon to the roof of the pickup truck.

After doing all this, he jumped into the truck bed, skillfully loaded a long ammunition belt into the feed port, and pulled the bolt.

Click!

Preparations are complete.

Lin Ye returned to the driver's seat and floored the accelerator.

Om-!

The off-road vehicle's engine roared like a beast, its tires spinning wildly on the sand, and then it sped off towards the city of Arkham with an unstoppable momentum.

……

Arkham City, headquarters of the Blood Fox Mercenary Group.

It's an ordinary-looking three-story building, but in the underground world, it's a holy land for countless outlaws.

At this moment, at the headquarters entrance, more than a dozen fully armed Blood Fox elites are standing ready.

They had just received a death order from their boss: some reckless, yellow-skinned kid was about to come and die.

"Get yourselves together!" a man who looked like a captain roared. "The boss said there's a $100,000 bounty on whoever takes that kid's head!"

With such a generous reward, greed gleamed in everyone's eyes.

Just then, a violent engine roar came from afar.

Everyone instinctively looked in the direction from which the sound came.

At the far end of the street, a car headlight was rapidly expanding at an alarming speed.

"They're here!"

"Ready to fire!"

The captain had just raised his hand, ready to give the order to fire.

But he soon realized that his order was unnecessary.

Because that car showed absolutely no intention of slowing down.

Amidst everyone's horrified gazes, the modified pickup truck, like a runaway steel behemoth, smashed open the heavy iron gate of the headquarters and barbarically charged into the courtyard with a piercing metallic groan.

Before the guards could even recover from their shock...

On the roof of the vehicle, the dark, six-barreled gun barrel began to slowly rotate.

Lin Ye sat in the driver's seat, looking at the dumbfounded mercenaries in front of him, and a kind smile appeared on his face.

He pressed the red button that was connected to the Vulcan cannon.

"Using physics to demand unpaid wages, saving all sentient beings."

next second.

boom--!!!

A raging torrent of metal instantly shattered the tranquility of the night.

The entire building's glass windows were reduced to shimmering powder in the very first second of the hail of bullets. The sturdy concrete walls were as fragile as tofu before the tungsten-core armor-piercing projectiles.

The dozen or so so-called elites at the gate didn't even have time to utter a scream before they were completely wiped out of this world in this irresistible storm of steel.

Lin Ye did not stop.

As he drove around the yard, he controlled the Vulcan cannon on the roof of the car, indiscriminately bombarding the three-story building.

The building was trembling and wailing.

Large sections of the wall are peeling off and collapsing.

Countless blueprints, documents, and computers, along with pieces of flesh and blood, were thrown out of the broken window, dancing a deathly waltz in mid-air.

This was a one-sided, dimensional-reducing massacre.

There were no tactics.

There are no tricks involved.

Only the purest and most extreme violence.

One minute later, one ammunition belt was empty.

Lin Ye stopped the vehicle, leisurely jumped into the truck bed, and switched to another ammunition belt.

Then, continue.

By the time the third ammunition belt was empty, the three-story building had been reduced to a crumbling ruin.

Lin Ye removed the red-hot Vulcan cannon from the roof of the vehicle and carried it with one hand, as if it were a fire poker.

He strode forward, his flip-flops crunching over the rubble and spent shell casings, as he made his way to the top floor of the ruins.

"Bang!"

Lin Ye kicked open the door to the top-floor office, which was already on the verge of collapse.

In a room filled with smoke and dust, a middle-aged, overweight man in an expensive suit with slicked-back hair was trembling under a huge mahogany desk.

He heard the door being kicked open and looked up in alarm.

Just then, I saw the boy at the door carrying a smoking gun barrel, covered in blood, but dressed in shorts and flip-flops.

The boy gave him a bright, harmless smile.

"Boss, check please."