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

Taylor hovered in mid-air and saw the iron lump in Lin Ye's hand. He was stunned for a moment, and then burst into extremely shrill laughter.

"Hot weapons?"

Taylor laughed so hard that even his lightning armor trembled violently.

"You actually think you can fight against a great god with this mortal junk?" Taylor pointed at Lin Ye with a mocking expression. "My Thunder Armor can even withstand a rocket launcher! You think you can break through my defenses with a broken machine gun?"

Taylor pushed forward with both hands.

The giant ball of lightning, three meters in diameter, overhead, carrying an aura of annihilation, hurtled straight toward Lin Ye's face.

"Go to hell!" Taylor roared, his entire body following closely behind, transforming into a blinding blue lightning bolt, carrying the full pressure of the thunder barrier, launching a deadly charge.

Lin Ye stood still, showing no intention of dodging.

He looked down at the ball lightning that was less than five meters in front of him, and at Taylor, who was grinning maliciously behind it.

"Try my big machine gun."

Lin Ye pressed the power switch on the side of the gun with his thumb.

Om-!

The extremely piercing preheating sound of the motor exploded instantly, even drowning out the thunder on the arena.

The six thick gun barrels began to spin, reaching their maximum speed in a fraction of a second, turning into a blurry afterimage.

Lin Ye pressed his right index finger firmly against the trigger.

Half-meter-long, azure flames shot out from the tips of the six thick gun barrels.

With a terrifying rate of fire exceeding 10,000 rounds per minute, it displayed absolute modern heavy industrial violence at this moment.

The bright yellow, specially made large-caliber depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds poured out, leaving an extremely dense line of metallic fire in mid-air.

The modified Gatling gun, weighing 80 kilograms, combined with the terrifying recoil it generates when firing, is enough to overturn a light armored vehicle.

But Lin Ye held the gun with one hand, his arm muscles bulging.

The super serum granted the body superhuman strength, which suppressed the recoil force completely.

The muzzle didn't bounce even a millimeter.

Taylor's proud S-class peak Thunder Armor collided head-on with this metallic storm.

He originally thought that this lightning defense, which could withstand conventional missiles, would be enough to melt all the bullets from the secular world.

However, he completely underestimated the physical kinetic energy of the specially made depleted uranium armor-piercing projectile.

The first bullet struck the Thunder Armor, creating a violent ripple of energy.

Then came the 100th shot, and the 500th shot.

The difference between the two is less than 0.1 seconds.

The raging blue lightning collapsed instantly in the face of the terrifyingly dense array of armor-piercing projectiles.

The materialized lightning armor shattered into countless specks of light and completely dissipated.

Taylor's arrogance froze completely, replaced by extreme horror.

He desperately tried to mobilize his internal powers to rebuild his defenses or retreat.

There's simply not enough time.

The specially designed armor-piercing round tore through his combat uniform without any resistance and penetrated directly into his flesh and blood.

A tremendous physical force poured into Taylor's body from all directions.

He was propelled higher by this terrifying kinetic energy, and remained suspended in mid-air, unable to fall down.

Blood mixed with bits of flesh splattered everywhere.

Taylor opened his mouth, trying to let out a scream.

But the deafening roar of the heavy machine gun completely drowned out his voice.

The large-caliber bullets mercilessly shredded his muscles and broke his bones.

Even a top-tier S-class superhuman would have no chance to fight back against modern heavy firepower.

In the public channels of the international dark web.

Tens of millions of Western netizens watching the live stream witnessed this extremely bloody scene.

The barrage of comments that was shouting wildly just a second ago has now been completely cleared.

The live stream footage was incredibly exciting.

The admin of the dark web was so scared that his hands were shaking, and he didn't even bother to wipe the coffee that had spilled all over his pants.

"Cut the shot! Cut the close-up now!" the supervisor yelled from backstage. "Cut it out! Cut it out completely! If this footage gets broadcast, our servers will be shut down!"

The technician frantically typed on the keyboard.

The live stream instantly blurred, and the entire screen was covered with a thick, full-screen mosaic.

All that could be heard from inside were chilling gunshots.

The Western commentators sitting in the studio were initially praising Taylor's Thunder Barrier.

Upon seeing Taylor shatter in mid-air, the commentator's eyes rolled back, and he fell straight backward, fainting on the broadcasting stand.

The underground betting platform set up by the multinational conglomerate completely shut down, and the $50 billion gambling pool was instantly frozen by the system.

Inside the stadium with a capacity of 10,000.

The shooting lasted for a full ten seconds.

The long bullet chain draped over Lin Ye's shoulder was completely empty.

Release the trigger.

The motor gradually slowed down, emitting a low hum.

The six gun barrels stopped spinning, their surfaces turning a dark red due to the extreme heat, and emitting thick blue smoke.

The ring was covered with a thick layer of gleaming yellow bullet casings, and the scorching brass had charred the composite wooden floor.

midair.

Taylor has completely disappeared.

Not a single intact bone was left; they were all shattered into dust by armor-piercing bullets.

Without the support of peak S-level energy, the thunderous barrier surrounding the arena collapsed.

The thunderstorm clouds above the stadium quickly dissipated, and sunlight streamed back in through the glass windows of the dome.

The entire room fell silent.

Tens of thousands of students from China stared wide-eyed, their breath caught in their throats.

They stared at the smoking shell casings scattered on the ground, at the empty space in mid-air, their minds blank.

Where did they go? They're just gone like that?

Not even a complete corpse was left behind?

Lin Ye stood amidst the spent cartridge cases scattered on the ground, holding the dark red Gatling gun in one hand.

He waved his hand dismissively, swatting away the pungent smell of gunpowder in front of him.

Turning around, Lin Ye walked to the red, white, and blue striped snakeskin bag and stuffed the scalding hot Gatling gun into it.

stab.

When the hot gun barrel came into contact with a poor-quality plastic woven bag, it burned a large hole and emitted a plume of black smoke.

Lin Ye stared at the hole, his brows furrowing tightly, his expression as ugly as could be.

He looked up, his gaze fixed on the one-way glass window of the second-floor monitoring room.

"Old Zhao!"

"Has my appearance fee arrived yet?"

"And those thousand-plus depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds we just fired, you have to reimburse me for them all at market price!"

Lin Ye pointed to the smoking red, white and blue snakeskin bag on the ground.

"I bought this bag for twenty yuan under the overpass, and it's been with me for months! Now it has a hole burned into it by a gun barrel!"

"This counts as severe wear and tear on work equipment! Give me an extra 500 yuan for wear and tear! Even a penny less and I'll report you to the labor bureau!"

These words were spoken.

The tens of thousands of people in the audience finally came to their senses.

After a brief moment of surprise.

The stadium, which can hold 10,000 people, erupted in cheers loud enough to blow off the steel roof.

Tens of thousands of Chinese students jumped and danced like madmen, with mineral water bottles and school uniform jackets flying everywhere.

"Brother Ye is invincible! He physically exorcises that arrogant foreigner!"

"The Gatling Gun has manifested! It spins 3,600 times in a single breath, showing great compassion and saving all sentient beings!"

Fatty Wang stood on the chair, his face flushed with excitement, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Five hundred dollars is nothing! I'll buy Brother Ye a hundred new bags!"

Xia Wanqiu, sitting in the front row, breathed a long sigh of relief, took her hands out of her backpack, wiped the cold sweat from her palms, and finally couldn't help but smile.

In the VIP section.

The old principal was so excited that he danced around and slapped the dean of students on the bald head, making a loud slapping sound.

"We won! Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences won!"

The old principal roared with great force.

"Not only do we not have to pay for these holes, but the entire school cafeteria is offering free meals today! All-you-can-eat braised pork!"

Second floor monitoring room.

Zhao Jianguo braced his hands on the control panel, tears streaming down his face, his whole body trembling with emotion.

The elite main force of the Western Extraordinary Alliance, consisting of six S-level powerhouses, was completely wiped out by a freshman in ten minutes.

Hearing Lin Ye ask for 500 yuan for wear and tear.

Zhao Jianguo grabbed the walkie-talkie and started yelling into the finance department's dedicated line.

"Thirty billion for an appearance fee, is that it?!"

"Add another ten million for wear and tear costs!"