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

Back to 3 a.m.

In room 302, Fatty Wang lay sprawled on his bed, snoring rhythmically.

The other two roommates were also sleeping soundly, grinding their teeth, and the whole dormitory echoed with a symphony of life.

This is the time of day when people are most likely to feel sleepy and sleep the most soundly.

The area outside the dormitory building.

Four plainclothes figures patrolled back and forth near the green belt, their waists bulging, all of them National Security Bureau agents armed with live ammunition.

The team leader stood under a camphor tree, lowering his voice to report into his headset.

"A report states that everything is normal near Building 3, and no suspicious persons have been found."

They were completely unaware that it was just a dozen meters above their heads.

A figure is hanging upside down on the exterior brick wall of the third floor.

The venomous snake pressed itself tightly against the rough wall, even its breathing became labored.

He glanced down at the agents who were giving their reports and let out a very soft sneer.

The National Security Bureau's elite?

They were all blind people who lacked even the most basic senses.

Do you really think these good-for-nothings who patrol in an orderly manner can stop the top assassins of the hidden sect, Blood Killing Sect?

Poisonous Snake thought that the sect leader, Nie Wushuang, was becoming increasingly timid with age.

Killing a freshman who hadn't even officially started school required the personal intervention of the top assassin, a master in the early stages, who even brought along the Third Elder and two peak-stage Dark Force cultivators.

The three men were currently being kept watch in three blind spots outside the dormitory building, as arranged by him.

We have absolutely no need for them.

The venomous snake withdrew its gaze and focused its attention on a half-open window in dormitory room 302.

The old-fashioned aluminum alloy window wasn't closed tightly, leaving a gap about two fingers wide, just enough to slip a hidden weapon in.

The venomous snake adjusted its breathing and bit one end of the bamboo tube into its mouth.

He peered through the crack in the window at the lower bunk next to the window.

The target, Lin Ye, was fast asleep.

The viper thought the task was far too easy.

During the day, in the teaching building, he did witness Lin Ye smash through a load-bearing wall with half a piece of chalk.

That skill in using concealed weapons with highly compressed internal energy is considered amazing among the younger generation.

But it's 3 a.m. now.

When a person is in deep sleep, their muscles are extremely relaxed, and their nerve reaction speed is reduced to the lowest level.

Even if you are at the peak of the Transformation Realm, if you are shot by a poisoned arrow in your sleep, you can only go to see the King of Hell in your dream.

The venomous snake prepared to peek out half its head, find the right angle, and strike to finish the job.

at the same time.

The lower bunk in the dormitory, separated by just one door.

Lin Ye was in a deep sleep.

He had an extremely beautiful dream.

In his dream, he was holding a large stainless steel basin that could hold half a pig, standing at the very front of the food serving window in the third canteen.

The cafeteria lady was acting very strangely today; her hands didn't tremble at all, and she steadily scooped up the last portion of bright red, caramelized pork ribs with her iron spoon.

Just as the spoonful of ribs was about to fall into his stainless steel basin.

Sudden.

A piercingly loud electronic synthesized sound exploded in Lin Ye's mind.

[Ding! Deadly threat detected!]

[Automatically triggers advanced crisis prediction!]

The piercing alarm yanked Lin Ye out of his dream.

Sweet and sour pork ribs are gone.

The stainless steel basin is gone.

Lin Ye suddenly opened his eyes in the darkness.

There was no confusion like when you first wake up.

Only extreme irritation from having one's sweet dreams interrupted and being forcibly turned on.

He hates two types of people the most.

One type is the boss who delays paying wages, and the other is the idiot who comes to bother people in the middle of the night instead of sleeping.

On the retina, the system's built-in infrared scanning network instantly spreads out.

A layer of red light pierced through the thin curtains.

The silhouette of the human figure hanging upside down outside the window was locked firmly in Lin Ye's field of vision by the system with a glaring red frame.

It even includes the other person's heart rate and muscle activation points.

Lin Ye stared at the red frame, his back teeth grinding together.

It's the middle of the night.

Why did they skip sleep and climb the outer wall of the boys' dormitory?

Which mental hospital has this voyeur escaped from?!

Lin Ye originally intended to get up, open the window, and give this bastard a powerful set of military boxing, knocking him off the third floor.

But just as he was about to move, Fatty Wang on the upper bunk rolled over.

The cheap iron-framed bed creaked, the fat man's snoring paused for a second, he smacked his lips, and then resumed.

Lin Ye immediately stopped what he was doing.

We can't make too much of a commotion.

If I make a big fuss now and wake up Fatty and his two other roommates, those guys will definitely be too excited to sleep and will drag me to play games all night.

Lin Ye lay on the bed, maintaining his original sleeping position, without even changing the frequency of his breathing.

He simply raised his right hand silently.

My palm slid slowly under the pillow, following the yellowed sheets.

A thought arose.

The system's temporary storage space is now open.

Lin Ye quickly calculated in his mind.

Get a Gatling gun?

No, the preheating motor is too loud. It will definitely wake up everyone in the building, and the dorm supervisor will definitely deduct his credits tomorrow.

Get an RPG rocket launcher?

Even worse, the walls of this old dormitory building are too fragile. If one shot causes the wall to collapse, the school will definitely demand compensation for repair costs.

After considering all the options, light weapons with silencers are still the most cost-effective.

A heavy metal object fell into his palm.

outside the window.

The viper had no idea what was happening on the lower bunk, just a wall away.

He listened to the steady snoring in the dormitory to make sure no one was awakened.

It's incredibly easy.

The venomous snake took a deep breath, filling its lungs with air.

He hooked his toes on the rusty bracket of the air conditioner's outdoor unit, then suddenly exerted force with his waist, leaning his upper body directly out of the windowsill.

Half of his head was pressed against the two-finger-wide gap in the aluminum alloy window.

The lips tightly enveloped the bamboo tube.

Cheeks puffed out.

With just a gentle blow, the poisoned dart would silently pierce the gap and embed itself directly in Lin Ye's neck.

The entire assassination process would not exceed 0.5 seconds.

Just as the venomous snake was about to exhale forcefully.

in the dark.

An arm suddenly emerged from the edge of the thin blanket on the lower bunk.

The speed was so fast that it completely violated the physiological limits of humans.

The venomous snake couldn't even see the afterimage clearly.

A rigid, metallic-looking tube pierced directly through the narrow window gap.

It struck the snake precisely in the center of its forehead.

The force was so great that it made the snake's head tilt back slightly.

The snake's action of preparing to blow air was abruptly halted.

The air trapped in his lungs was stuck in his throat, almost suffocating him.

Cold sweat poured out in a fraction of a second, soaking through the tight black night suit.

The snake's muscles instantly stiffened to the extreme, and it dared not even move a finger.

His eyes widened, and his pupils contracted sharply.

By the faint moonlight outside, he stared intently at the thing pressing against his forehead.

It was a dark, gaping gun muzzle.

The barrel is extremely thick, and it is connected to a large-caliber Desert Eagle equipped with a specially made extended suppressor.

The barrel was still emitting a faint smell of gun oil.

The snake's mind went completely blank with a "boom".

He just couldn't understand it.

What kind of kind-hearted freshman would wake up in the middle of the night and point a loaded Desert Eagle at someone?!