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

The horn of the old motorcycle emitted an extremely unpleasant, even distorted, whine due to the aging wiring, echoing across the vast desert.

"Hey! Don't block the way!" Lin Ye yelled, cursing in fluent English, "Parking your car in the middle of the road in broad daylight! Don't you have any sense of public decency?! Get out of the way, don't delay me from getting to work!"

After those words were spoken, the entire room fell silent, not even a sound could be heard.

The smile on the face of the venomous fang leader froze.

He rubbed his ears, wondering if he had misheard.

A yellow-skinned kid riding a beat-up motorcycle and wearing a child's helmet actually dared to point at their noses and curse them for being a good dog blocking the way?

Should we make them make way?

"Fuck!" The gang leader slammed his cigar onto the sand, enraged. "This kid's asking for it! Open fire! Turn him and his car into a pulp!"

The machine gunner on the roof had been itching to get going. Upon hearing the order, he let out a strange cry and yanked the trigger of the heavy machine gun.

"Da da da da da!"

The large-caliber bullets tore through the air in an instant, carving out shocking deep trenches in the sand, heading straight for Lin Ye.

Su Qingqing turned her head away in anguish, unable to bear watching the bloody scene that followed.

however.

The anticipated scene of carnage did not occur.

Lin Ye remained expressionless as he faced the oncoming storm of metal.

He held the motorcycle firmly with his left hand, and with his right hand, he took off the throttle and casually grabbed at the empty space beside him.

A brand-new AK-47, gleaming with a cold, hard metallic sheen, appeared directly in his hand.

Temporary storage space retrieval complete.

Without any unnecessary movements, Lin Ye gripped the AK's handle with one hand, flicked the safety with his thumb, and raised the muzzle.

On a beat-up motorcycle traveling at 60 miles per hour, bumping so hard it felt like you were going to fall apart, he held the gun down with one hand, without even glancing at the mechanical sight.

Pull the trigger with your index finger.

"Bang!"

A crisp, short burst of gunfire sounded so insignificant amidst the deafening roar of heavy machine guns.

But after that one gunshot...

The roar of the heavy machine gun came to an abrupt halt.

The machine gunner on the roof, who was firing wildly, suddenly froze.

A bloody hole had appeared right in the center of his forehead, and red and white liquid sprayed out from the back of his head, splashing onto the windshield of the SUV.

The machine gunner didn't even have time to scream before his hands slipped from the gun handle and he fell straight off the roof of the vehicle, crashing heavily onto the sand.

The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Only the sputtering sound of that broken motorcycle continued.

The venomous fang leader stared wide-eyed at the corpses of his men lying at his feet, completely bewildered.

A distance of several hundred meters.

Riding a beat-up motorcycle with all its shock absorbers broken.

Firing a gun with one hand.

One shot, and it's dead.

Is this even a human being capable of?

Su Qingqing was also stunned.

As an elite member of the Dragon Kingdom's military intelligence department, she had seen countless top marksmen, but even the most skilled sniper she knew could not possibly achieve such a godlike headshot with a conventional rifle in such an extremely difficult moving situation!

What kind of monster is this guy wearing a pink helmet?

While everyone was still stunned, Lin Ye had already arrived on his motorcycle.

"squeak--"

He squeezed the front brake, and the rear wheel of the beat-up motorcycle drew an exaggerated semi-circular trajectory on the sand before coming to a steady stop in front of Su Qingqing.

The dust that rose up covered Su Qingqing.

Despite the excruciating pain in her ankle, Su Qingqing's professionalism allowed her to quickly regain her composure.

Whoever this person is, the combat power he has displayed is absolutely top-notch.

This might be her only hope of survival!

Su Qingqing braced herself with one hand on the ground, and quickly raised the other hand, making a set of extremely professional tactical hand gestures towards Lin Ye.

He brought his fingertips together, pointing at the venomous SUV, then clenched his fist and crossed his two fingers.

It means: The enemy's firepower is intense, and it is recommended to retreat while taking turns providing cover.

She opened her chapped lips, just about to use internationally recognized tactical terminology to communicate the retreat route to Lin Ye.

Lin Ye pushed up the visor of the pink helmet, looked down at her, and his face was full of impatience.

"Excuse me, could you move over a bit?"

Lin Ye pointed the gun barrel at the sandy area occupied by Su Qingqing.

"You're lying here, which is blocking my way from turning around."

Su Qingqing's hand, which was raised in mid-air, froze, and all the tactical terms she had prepared were choked back down.

Miss?

Blocking the way?

She was a wounded soldier, surrounded by more than a dozen people, and her life was in danger at any moment.

This person rushed in, and the first thing he said was that she was blocking his way?

"You...you're not going to retreat?" Su Qingqing stammered. "They outnumber us, we have to leave quickly!"

"Leave what?" Lin Ye frowned, his tone even more disdainful. "I've come all this way, and I haven't earned a single penny yet."

He turned his head and glanced at the group of Venomous Fang militants who had recovered from their shock.

A rough count revealed that there were more than twenty people.

Lin Ye's eyes lit up.

These aren't enemies, they're walking achievements!

The S-rank mission requires the elimination of all personnel within the base. Although these people are patrolling outside, they are definitely counted in the total number of personnel.

If we deal with twenty of them in advance, we'll have twenty fewer screws to tighten when we enter the stronghold later.

"Big sister, hurry up and roll into the sandpit, don't affect my sales performance." Lin Ye said as he put one foot on the ground and clicked to change the magazine of the AK.

Su Qingqing was completely bewildered.

Boosting sales figures?

You call killing terrorists "boosting performance"?

At this moment, the fang's underling finally realized what was happening.

He stared at the pink helmet that had ignored all of them and was still chatting with the woman, and he trembled with rage.

This is blatant contempt!

"Fuck! What are you all standing there for?! Open fire! Turn him into a sieve!"

The henchman roared and drew a pistol from his waist.

The remaining twenty-odd militants jumped out of the vehicle, picked up their automatic rifles, and quickly dispersed, forming a standard semi-circular tactical encirclement.

The dark muzzles of the guns were all pointed at Lin Ye.

The leader hadn't lost his mind; that shot had made him realize that the kid in front of him was a tough one.

He ripped the walkie-talkie off his chest and pressed the call button.

"Calling base! Calling base! We've been attacked by unidentified highly skilled individuals on Highway 04! Their marksmanship is extremely accurate!"

"Requesting heavy firepower support! Send armored vehicles immediately! Repeat! We need armored vehicles!"

Suddenly, he raised his left hand and pressed it down sharply.

next second.

"Da da da da!"

More than twenty automatic rifles fired simultaneously, their muzzles spitting out dazzling tongues of fire.

A dense barrage of bullets crisscrossed the air, forming an impenetrable web of fire that hurtled towards Lin Ye and Su Qingqing's location.

Su Qingqing was greatly shocked.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in her ankle, she gripped the sand tightly with both hands, trying her best to crawl forward.

"Get down! Find cover!" she yelled at Lin Ye at the top of her lungs.