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

After waiting for five minutes.

Several medical staff members, dressed in full protective suits, walked cautiously onto the stage.

Holding small brooms and plastic dustpans, they looked at the yellow bullet casings scattered all over the ground and the red bits of flesh stuck to the blast-proof glass, completely unsure where to begin.

Lin Ye slung the snakeskin bag over his shoulder with one hand and slowly walked down the steps.

Fatty Wang led a group of male students from the physical education department, yelling as they charged over.

"Brother Ye!"

Fatty Wang spread his arms wide, his face flushed with excitement, ready to lead the way in tossing Lin Ye into the air to celebrate.

They rushed to within two meters of Lin Ye.

Everyone simultaneously slammed on the brakes.

Several pairs of sneakers made a screeching sound as they rubbed against the plastic track.

Lin Ye had just emptied an entire belt of depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds, and the strong smell of gunpowder on his body, mixed with a tangible aura of malevolence, hadn't had time to dissipate.

To ordinary people, Lin Ye now looks like a living Yama who has just crawled out of a hellish battlefield.

Fatty Wang swallowed hard, his hand, which was raised in mid-air, froze.

Lin Ye stopped and looked at the group of people with some confusion.

He opened his mouth and let out a long yawn.

That terrifying aura vanished without a trace in an instant.

"What are you doing?" Lin Ye rubbed his stomach. "In the middle of the day, instead of going out for lunch, you're standing here as punishment?"

Wang Pangzi finally recovered, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and chuckled dryly.

"Brother Ye, we'd like to treat you to a meal! The entire school cafeteria is offering free meals today; the principal just announced it over the loudspeaker!"

"What good food can you get for free?" Lin Ye said with a look of disgust. "It'll definitely be packed with people, and you'll have to wait in line until the afternoon."

Lin Ye turned to look at Xia Wanqiu, who had just pulled her hand out of her backpack.

"Let's go." Lin Ye gestured with his chin. "Let's go to the back street for braised chicken rice. I made a fortune today, it's on me. Do you want a fried egg?"

Xia Wanqiu paused for two seconds, silently zipped up her backpack, and quickly followed.

"Add two more." Xia Wanqiu's tone was very calm.

Lin Ye, carrying a tattered snakeskin bag, led Xia Wanqiu out of the stadium with an air of nonchalance.

Tens of thousands of Chinese students were left behind, still reeling from the extreme shock.

The two went to eat braised chicken.

The public channels on the international dark web have experienced their third server outage.

The technical department forcibly cut off several unimportant sub-sections to barely stabilize the homepage traffic.

A bolded and highlighted analysis post suddenly appeared at the top of the forum.

The poster is the most authoritative intelligence broker on the dark web.

The title is simple and straightforward:

[Fools, open your eyes and look at that snakeskin bag in his hand!]

The post only contains two high-resolution comparison images.

The picture on the left shows a young man carrying a red, white, and blue snakeskin bag, standing in front of thousands of kneeling bandits in the Middle Eastern desert.

The image on the right is a screenshot from a live broadcast at the Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences' 10,000-seat stadium. It shows the same young man, the same snakeskin bag, and the same smoking Gatling gun.

Below the photo, the information broker left only one sentence.

"Those idiots from the Divine Punishment Organization actually went to the Dragon Kingdom to die. They've provoked a demon."

The moment those three words were uttered, the entire dark web erupted in chaos.

Western netizens who were previously clamoring and threatening to sanction the extraordinary world of China have now all fallen silent.

The sentiment on the forum instantly reversed.

"Fuck! It's that monster who wiped out a coalition of ten thousand!"

"No wonder he could crush wind blades with his bare hands! No wonder he was completely unafraid of a peak S-rank lightning barrier!"

"The Dragon Kingdom is actually raising Shura like a freshman on campus? What kind of lunatic came up with this security plan?!"

Panic spread through the internet to every corner of the Western Extraordinary Alliance.

The headquarters building of the Western Extraordinary Alliance, "Divine Punishment".

In the highest-level circular conference room.

A dozen or so high-ranking members of the alliance, dressed in expensive custom-made suits, sat in leather swivel chairs, their faces ashen.

The big screen froze on the image of Lin Ye firing a Gatling gun with one hand.

The leader of the Divine Punishment sat in the main seat, holding a glass of Romanée-Conti red wine.

He stared at the snakeskin bag with a huge hole on the screen, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

boom!

The leader suddenly smashed the expensive crystal goblet on the ground.

Red wine was splattered all over the floor, much like the blood that flowed when Taylor was smashed.

"Can anyone tell me! Why is Shura studying at a university in the Dragon Kingdom?!"

The leader roared hysterically, spitting all over the faces of the opposing high-ranking officials.

"That idiot Taylor! He wanted to die, fine, but why drag Divine Punishment into it!"

The meeting room was completely silent.

These extraordinary bigwigs, who are usually high and mighty and control the fate of countless people, don't even dare to breathe loudly now.

One of the higher-ups mustered up his courage and stood up.

"Chief, Commander Taylor died in China. Should we put pressure on the Chinese government...?"

"Pressure?" The leader grabbed the ashtray on the table and smashed it over the shoulder.

The high-ranking official was hit on the head and bled profusely, but he didn't dare to dodge.

"What are you going to use to exert pressure? Your head as a shield against armor-piercing bullets?!"

The leader was so angry that he trembled all over.

"Immediately sever all ties with Taylor!"

"Give all dispatched agents a death order!"

"From today onwards, no one is allowed to approach Jiangcheng! No one is allowed to investigate any information about that college student!"

"Anyone who dares to mess with that madman carrying a snakeskin bag, I'll personally crush his head!"

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Beijing.

command center.

Commander Li sat at the head of the conference table, holding a teacup.

On either side of the table, high-ranking officials from the operations and security agencies looked excited, and the atmosphere in the conference room was enthusiastic and high-spirited.

The footage of Taylor being unilaterally massacred gave China a huge sense of satisfaction.

A secretary walked up to Chief Li and handed him the briefing.

"Sir, there's been some activity on the dark web."

"Information brokers have uncovered Mr. Lin's identity, and now the entire international internet knows that Mr. Lin is the Shura of the Middle East."

"The Divine Punishment Organization has just issued a top-level gag order, strictly prohibiting anyone from approaching Jiangcheng."

Chief Li took the briefing and quickly glanced at it.

The document is filled with detailed records of the panicked reactions of various Western powers.

When the Chinese government first contacted Lin Ye, they already knew about his achievements abroad.

They had originally planned to bring Lin Ye into the fray, knowing that this "walking nuclear weapon" would intimidate everyone.

In retrospect, the results are surprisingly good.

The Westerners were so terrified that they didn't dare utter a single harsh word.

Chief Li put down the briefing and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Laughter echoed in the conference room, filled with an unprecedented sense of joy.

"Great! That's wonderful!"

Chief Li slammed his hand on the table and stood up abruptly.

"These Western robbers like to use their superhumans to disgust us."

"Now look what happened, they've run into a brick wall!"

Commander Li's gaze swept over the high-ranking members of the combat system present.

"Pass on my order! Immediately convene an emergency meeting of the entire army's core high command!"