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

hum-

The Gatling gun's motor reached its maximum preheating sound, and the six thick barrels turned into a blurry afterimage.

Blue flames will erupt in the next second.

Smith's dark spear disintegrated into a cloud of black mist. His legs went weak, and his peak S-class aura was nothing but a fart in the face of modern heavy firepower.

This is a heavily modified version of a heavy machine gun with an astonishing caliber. After a volley of fire, not even a single bone would be left of him.

"Wait!" Smith managed to squeeze out two words, his expensive tuxedo completely soaked with cold sweat.

Lin Ye ignored him completely and pressed his index finger down.

"Mr. Lin! Spare his life!"

Suddenly, Zhao Jianguo's extremely piercing, distorted roar came from the four loudspeakers on the top of the stadium.

The sound was so rapid that it even had a violent echo, making the entire venue buzz.

Lin Ye's finger stopped at the bottom of the trigger, just 0.1 millimeters away.

He looked up in extreme frustration and glanced at the security camera on the second floor.

"Old Zhao, are you out of your mind?" Lin Ye yelled at the camera. "I've already paid you, and you're telling me to stop halfway through the job? Can you afford to compensate me for making me late for get off work?"

The sound of Zhao Jianguo breathing heavily could be heard over the loudspeaker.

"Mr. Lin, we can't kill this old man!" Zhao Jianguo spoke rapidly, afraid that if he hesitated even a second, Lin Ye would open fire. "He's just a scout sent by the Western Alliance! The real big spender and the main elite force are still adrift on the high seas!"

"If you shoot him right now, those foreigners will be so scared they'll turn around and go home!"

Zhao Jianguo tried his best to persuade him, even desperately trying to convince him.

"Just think about it, a scout striker is worth 300 million. If we wait until all their main players arrive and then buy them all at once, how many times would the match fee increase!"

Big spender.

When those three words reached Lin Ye's ears through the broadcast, his previously impatient eyes instantly lit up.

The capitalist spirit within the working class was awakened on the spot.

Killing a teacher in charge of a team is at most considered as fulfilling the current KPI.

If we could catch all the big fish, that would be a huge order worth dozens of small targets.

Lin Ye released his index finger from the trigger.

The Gatling gun barrel gradually slowed down, emitting a low, metallic scraping sound.

He was carrying an 80-kilogram heavy machine gun in one hand, and the way he looked at Smith completely changed.

Just now I looked at him like he was a corpse, but now I look at him like he's a giant walking ATM.

"Old Zhao, you've got a quick mind this time." Lin Ye nodded at the camera.

He turned his head and looked at Smith, who was slumped on the ground, with a look of disgust.

Lin Ye nudged Smith's shoulder with the barrel of a Gatling gun: "Your life is spared for now. Killing a half-buried old man like you for three hundred million is really a bad deal."

Lin Ye raised his chin and pointed to the entrance of the stadium.

"Hurry up and call over your main team, I prefer to pay for everything in bulk. Billing by the item is too much trouble."

Smith felt like he had been granted a pardon and quickly removed the dark canopy that had been covering the ring.

The moment the black light curtain disappeared, outside air rushed in again.

Smith took deep breaths of fresh air, feeling as if he had just escaped death.

However, several high-definition cameras around the area still had their red lights on.

Millions of eyes around the world are watching this place.

As a high-ranking member of the Western Extraordinary Alliance, if he were to slink away like this, he would definitely be skinned alive by those old guys in the Alliance Council when he got back.

Smith bit his tongue, forcibly suppressing his fear with the pain, and stood up from the ground.

He dusted off his tuxedo, trying to maintain his superior demeanor.

"Chinese, don't be so smug." Smith pointed at Lin Ye, speaking loudly, mainly for the viewers in the live stream to hear.

"Now that your government has intervened, this matter is not over."

Smith took two steps back, increasing the distance between himself and the dark gun barrel.

"Three days later!"

"The strongest main force of the Western Extraordinary Alliance is about to descend upon Jiangcheng!"

Smith stared intently at Lin Ye, gritting his teeth.

"At that time, it will be broadcast live globally, officially launching the Extraordinary Exchange Tournament! And I want you to sign a waiver of liability!"

"Once you're in the ring, your fate is in the hands of destiny. Your Dragon Kingdom's officials absolutely cannot interfere! Do you dare accept the challenge?"

Lin Ye picked at his ear.

"What do you mean by 'life or death contract'?" Lin Ye didn't care at all.

He turned to look at the surveillance camera on the second floor, raised his right hand, and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together.

"Old Zhao, you'd better start the approval process for the appearance fee three days from now. The more people there are, the higher the price will be."

After saying that, Lin Ye pulled open the red, white, and blue striped snakeskin bag with his left hand.

He picked up the Gatling gun with his right hand and shoved it in with extreme force.

Zip up the zipper.

All in one go.

Smith watched this scene, his eyes twitching violently.

With a wave of his hand, he ordered the accompanying medical personnel to lift the ten Western geniuses with severed limbs onto stretchers.

A group of people fled the stadium in a very disheveled state, not daring to look back, for fear that the snakeskin bag might pull out some inhuman weapon.

After a brief silence.

The entire stadium erupted in deafening cheers.

Tens of thousands of Chinese students went crazy, shouting and yelling, throwing hats, coats, and water bottles into the air.

"Awesome! That's fucking awesome!"

"Scaring away the foreigners, that's the true pride of our Dragon Kingdom!"

Fatty Wang stood in the aisle, his voice hoarse from shouting, waving his hands wildly.

The old principal sat in the first row and let out a long sigh of relief.

Xia Wanqiu stood below the stage, pulled her hand out of her backpack, her palms were covered in cold sweat.

Lin Ye carried the snakeskin bag and slowly walked off the stage.

He took out his phone and glanced at the time.

1:10 PM.

"It's over." Lin Ye sighed, his face full of heartache. "Now we won't even be able to drink the dishwater from the third canteen."

at the same time.

The public channels on the international dark web are completely flooded with comments.

Western netizens were collectively thrown into a frenzy by Lin Ye's comment, "We'll calculate the cost together."

"How arrogant! He actually treats the geniuses of our Western Alliance like commodities sold on a per-item basis!"

"Three days from now! He must die in the ring!"

"The Alliance's main force will absolutely tear that bulletproof suit to shreds! He only knows how to rely on technology!"

Meanwhile, the internet in China was a scene of pure revelry.

Screenshots of Lin Ye carrying a Gatling gun in one hand and a snakeskin bag on his back have been turned into various memes and have gone viral across the internet.

However, Lin Ye himself had no interest in any of that; all he wanted to do was find a place to have a good meal.