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

Lin Ye released his index finger from the trigger.

The motor gradually slowed down, the gun barrel stopped rotating, and wisps of smoke were still billowing out.

The grove was filled with an extremely pungent smell of gunpowder.

The ground was covered with broken tree trunks, swirling soil, and a thick layer of yellow bullet casings.

The once dense forest has been carved out into a vacuum zone five meters wide.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the edge of the grove.

Captain Cangying of the Special Operations Brigade of the Jiangcheng National Security Bureau led more than a dozen fully armed agents in.

They had been lurking around the perimeter of the campus.

We just heard continuous gunfire from this side, so we immediately sounded the alarm and rushed to provide support.

The eagle, carrying an assault rifle, charged ahead.

Upon seeing the scene before him, the eagle abruptly stopped, frozen in place.

The dozen or so agents behind him were also dumbfounded.

This is not a small grove on a university campus at all; this is the front line of a war zone that has been repeatedly bombarded by heavy artillery.

The eagle swallowed hard, its gaze passing over the spent cartridges and broken trees scattered on the ground, landing on the young man standing in the center.

Lin Ye was wearing a thin jacket over a SpongeBob SquarePants pajama set and cheap plastic flip-flops.

He was carrying that ridiculously large, modified Gatling gun in one hand.

The eagle felt that its worldview had been severely impacted.

The intelligence reports that the Blood Killing Sect has dispatched a Grandmaster assassin and a Great Grandmaster elder. The National Security Bureau is prepared for heavy casualties.

As a result, the target didn't even change his clothes and performed a physical exorcism on the Grandmaster while still wearing his pajamas.

Lin Ye looked at the scorching hot barrel with utter disgust, then with a thought, he retracted the Gatling gun into his system space.

He turned around and looked at the eagle, which was standing there in a daze.

"Let's clean the floor." Lin Ye yawned widely.

The eagle quickly regained its senses and strode forward.

"Mr. Lin, are you alright? The Blood Killing Sect people..." The Eagle looked around and only saw the two mangled corpses of the Dark Force assassins on the ground.

"Where are those people?" the eagle couldn't help but ask.

Lin Ye pointed to the patch of grass in front of him, which was littered with bits of flesh and blood.

"Over there." Lin Ye's tone was extremely irritated. "They wouldn't let anyone sleep in the middle of the night, insisting on climbing through the window. I lost control of my temper and smashed it."

The eagle followed Lin Ye's finger and looked in that direction.

Aside from the scraps of meat and strips of cloth scattered all over the ground, not even a single intact bone could be found.

The eagle gasped, its back instantly drenched in cold sweat.

Turning a grandmaster into mincemeat—this firepower configuration is extremely explosive even in the entire ancient martial arts world of China.

"Mr. Lin, rest assured, we will clean up the scene immediately and will absolutely not affect the school's normal order tomorrow," Cangying quickly assured them.

Lin Ye nodded, put his hands in his pajama pockets, and turned to walk towards the dormitory building.

After taking two steps, Lin Ye stopped and looked back at the eagle.

"Being woken up in the middle of the night is considered overtime work outside of normal working hours," Lin Ye said seriously. "Compensation for emotional distress, overtime pay, and ammunition loss from firing just now will all be considered work-related injuries."

"Remember to settle the bill with Lao Zhao. I need to see the money in my account before eight o'clock tomorrow morning."

The eagle smiled wryly and nodded repeatedly in agreement.

Lin Ye walked away in his flip-flops, his back view exuding a strong sense of morning grumpiness.

The eagle turned its head, looked at the mess on the ground, and gave orders to its agents.

"Notify the logistics team to send five garbage trucks over. Sweep up all the spent shell casings, remove all the tree trunks, and re-lay the turf." Eagle rubbed his temples. "Work through the night; it must be back to normal by dawn."

It's 6:30 in the morning.

The small grove of trees next to the boys' dormitory on the back hill of Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences.

The morning mist had not completely dissipated, and there was a chill in the air of early autumn.

The old principal, dressed in a loose-fitting Tai Chi uniform, was standing on the stone path outside the grove of trees with the head of the teaching department.

The old headmaster clutched his chest with both hands, his sparse beard trembling uncontrollably.

The head of teaching quickly took out a bottle of nitroglycerin pills, poured out two pills, and handed them over.

"What a tragedy!"

The old principal stuffed the pill into his mouth, swallowed it without even drinking water, and pointed at the open space in front of him, cursing loudly.

"Who the hell did this?!"

The grove of trees that was once lush and full of dozens of thick camphor trees has now completely disappeared.

In its place lies a flat, even somewhat reflective, expanse of yellow earth.

Last night, Cangying led the National Security Bureau's logistics team to work through the night with extremely high efficiency.

They swept up all the spent shell casings and pieces of flesh, hauled away all the broken tree trunks by truck, and even thoughtfully brought in a road roller to flatten all the potholes in the grass.

The ground is so flat you could play basketball directly on it.

But the tree is gone.

"This is a feng shui forest that I spent a full 300,000 yuan to have a Taoist priest from Longhu Mountain look at when I took office!"

The old principal was heartbroken and tears were almost falling.

"The Taoist priest said this grove could bring wealth and bless our school to expand its enrollment every year! Now it's completely bald! Not even a single tree root was left for me!"

The head of the teaching department stood beside him, his face also full of worry.

There was a lot of noise in the boys' dormitory last night, and many students heard a series of loud noises. However, the National Security Bureau cut off the network in the area in advance and claimed that it was a construction team rushing to repair underground pipes overnight.

But what construction team could uproot a camphor tree that's over ten meters tall while repairing a pipeline?

Just as the old principal was beating his chest and stamping his feet in frustration.

Footsteps echoed from the end of the stone path.

Lin Ye, wearing cotton pajamas with a SpongeBob SquarePants pattern and cheap plastic flip-flops, slowly walked over.

He was holding a stainless steel basin that was bigger than his face.

The bowl contained two large meat buns, steaming hot dry noodles, and a thick layer of pickled mustard greens and chili oil on top.

Lin Ye was holding a pair of disposable chopsticks, slurping up large mouthfuls of noodles, his lips covered in sesame paste.

Good morning, Principal.

Lin Ye swallowed the noodles in his mouth and greeted the old principal.

The old principal turned around, saw it was Lin Ye, and the anger on his face instantly caught in his throat.

He had personally witnessed this guy swinging a Gatling gun with one hand in a stadium with tens of thousands of people.

Moreover, Director Zhao of the National Security Bureau personally called him, repeatedly instructing him that Lin Ye enjoys the highest privileges at the school, and even if he sets the teaching building on fire, the school will be responsible for providing him with a lighter.

"Lin... Lin student," the old principal forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, "you're up so early for breakfast?"

Lin Ye carried the stainless steel basin to the flat yellow earth.

He looked around at the barren surroundings and felt a little embarrassed.

Last night, the AA-12 shotgun and Gatling gun were used alternately, and the fire coverage was indeed quite wide.

When workers damage public property while working on someone else's property, they are somewhat in the wrong.

"Principal, there were rats around here last night."

Lin Ye was talking nonsense with a straight face.

"There were a few particularly large rats, and I helped clean them up. I might have made a little too much noise."