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

Not far away, Su Qingqing felt like her lungs were about to explode.

The scalding air rushed into my throat, carrying a rusty, sweet, and fishy smell.

The miniature camera on her chest swayed up and down as she ran violently, recording her disheveled state in the final moments of her life.

"Bang!"

A bullet struck the sand about half a meter in front of her feet with pinpoint accuracy, the splashing sand hitting her calves and causing a burning pain.

Not far away, three armed off-road vehicles surrounded her in a triangular formation. The armed men in the vehicles whistled and laughed arrogantly, but did not rush to take her life.

This is a game of cat and mouse.

And she was that mouse that had exhausted all its strength and could only wait to be torn apart.

As the youngest overseas observer dispatched by the Dragon Kingdom's military intelligence department, Su Qingqing's mission this time is to disguise herself as a war correspondent and investigate evidence of a biological weapons raw material transaction between the "Fang" organization and a certain Western force.

The mission was close to success, but she inadvertently revealed her whereabouts during the evacuation.

To cover her, two of China's top special forces soldiers, her most respected "Azure Dragon" and "Falcon" brothers, were riddled with bullets by more than a dozen heavy machine guns.

That heart-wrenching scene became a persistent nightmare in her mind.

"Ha ha……"

Su Qingqing's legs gave way, and she fell heavily onto the scorching sand dune.

A sharp pain shot through her ankle, and she struggled to get up, but to no avail.

It’s over.

I can't run anymore.

Three SUVs slowly came to a stop, surrounding her in the middle.

A dozen or so burly armed men jumped out of the car, guns in hand, cruel yet mocking smiles on their faces, and approached her step by step.

One of the gang leaders even took out his phone and pointed it at her, seemingly conducting a bloody live broadcast.

Su Qingqing closed her eyes in despair.

Her slender fingers quietly pressed down on an inconspicuous button on her collar.

A faint encrypted signal was instantly emitted from her device and shot towards the communication satellite outside the atmosphere.

This was the last piece of intelligence she obtained at the cost of her life, and it was also her dying wish.

The coordinates of the "Venomous Fang" stronghold have been confirmed. The biochemical agent is codenamed "Hell's Kiss." The trading parties...

The signal abruptly stopped.

Su Qingqing's fingers fell limply to the ground.

She gave up.

In the lead off-road vehicle, the machine gunner, who had been responsible for suppressing fire, grinned maliciously as he turned the dark muzzle of his gun and aimed it at the petite figure on the sand.

He was prepared to end this tedious chase with a spectacular metal storm.

In Su Qingqing's mind, the faces of her parents flashed by, as did the words "Live on" that her older brother "Azure Dragon" and "Falcon" shouted to her before they fell.

sorry……

I tried my best.

She took one last look in the direction of her hometown, then slowly closed her eyes, awaiting death.

Gunshots, the sound of wind, curses...

Everything seems to be fading away.

however.

Just as the machine gunner's finger was about to pull the trigger...

A highly discordant engine sound, like a tractor suffering from late-stage tuberculosis, abruptly intruded into the desolate battlefield as it drew nearer.

"Puff puff puff... puff puff..."

The sound was like a broken gong, mixed with a few weak farts, which seemed so out of place in this desert where only the roar of guns and cannons could be heard.

The machine gunner, who was about to pull the trigger, suddenly froze.

The armed men who were approaching with sinister smiles also instinctively stopped in their tracks.

Even Su Qingqing, who was lying on the ground waiting for death, opened her eyes in confusion.

Everyone, including Su Qingqing, turned their heads in unison, following the direction from which the sound came.

Then, they witnessed a scene they would never forget.

In the distance, at the end of the desert highway, a dilapidated motorcycle, looking as if it might fall apart at any moment, was billowing black smoke and charging toward them with what could be described as "brave" speed.

The car wasn't going fast, but it had a lot of presence.

Inside the car, a man was sitting astride.

He was wearing a white T-shirt with the words "Hope of the Whole Village" printed on it, a pair of brightly colored shorts, and blue flip-flops.

What's most eye-catching is the helmet he's wearing.

A pink children's safety helmet with cartoon images of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf printed on it.

On the back of the motorcycle, two large cardboard boxes were tied crookedly with hemp rope, with the words "Master Kong Braised Beef Noodles" and "Master Kong Pickled Cabbage Beef Noodles" printed on them.

Next to the cardboard box, there was a huge snakeskin bag with red, white and blue stripes.

The whole scene exudes a strong sense of absurdity and comicality that is completely out of place in this bloody battlefield.

The "Fang" militants looked at each other, their cruelty and mockery gradually replaced by an indescribable astonishment and blankness.

What... what's going on here?

Is that some village idiot who went to the market and got lost?

Under the stunned gaze of everyone, the beat-up motorcycle showed no sign of slowing down or turning, and plunged straight into their carefully laid encirclement!

All eyes were on the dilapidated motorcycle belching black smoke.

The cigar-smoking gang leader with the fangs was stunned for a full three seconds before bursting into unrestrained, maniacal laughter.

"Where the hell did this country bumpkin crawl out of?" The leader, cigar in hand, pointed in Lin Ye's direction, laughing so hard he couldn't straighten up. "Pink helmet? And two boxes of instant noodles? Does he think this is a refugee camp's soup kitchen?"

The dozen or so armed men around them also joined in the laughter, and the tense and deadly atmosphere was instantly dispelled by this comical scene.

The machine gunner, lying prone on the roof of the vehicle with his finger still on the trigger, turned to his boss and yelled, "Boss, this idiot's charging straight at us, should we just take him out?"

"Don't waste armor-piercing rounds!" the leader spat. "Give him a couple of shots, let him know this isn't a place for him to run wild! Quickly deal with that female reporter, we still have to go back and report!"

Su Qingqing, lying on the sand, closed her eyes in despair.

She had thought reinforcements had arrived.

It turned out to be a deliveryman who was sent to his death.

That's the elite patrol team of the Venomous Fang, equipped with large-caliber vehicle-mounted heavy machine guns. If an ordinary person gets caught up in it, they won't even be left with a complete corpse.

"Run! Don't come any closer!" Su Qingqing shouted at the figure wearing the pink helmet with all her might.

But instead of slowing down, that beat-up motorcycle revved its engine even louder.

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat—"

A large plume of choking black smoke billowed from the exhaust pipe, and the speed was abruptly increased to 60 miles per hour.

Lin Ye sat on the bumpy cushion, his brows furrowed tightly.

He raised his wrist and looked at the thirty-yuan digital watch.

The countdown to the S-class mission is ticking away second by second.

Eight hours is a tight timeframe to eliminate a stronghold of 300 people. Instead of staying put and waiting for him to finish them off, these guys drove three SUVs across the desert highway, completely blocking the road.

Doesn't this interfere with his clocking in at work?

Road rage, a common occupational hazard among working people, erupted completely at this moment.

Lin Ye gripped the clutch with his left hand and frantically pressed the horn button on the handlebars with his right thumb.

"Drip—Crack—"