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

Su Qingqing's fingers were about to reach Lin Ye's brightly colored shorts.

Lin Ye stood still, without even bending his knees. He even lifted his right foot and swung his blue flip-flop twice in mid-air, trying to empty the sand stuck between his toes.

crazy.

Only those two words remained in Su Qingqing's mind.

Just as the bullets were about to riddle Lin Ye with holes.

[Basic Crisis Prediction] Triggered.

A faint tingling sensation spread through Lin Ye's cerebral cortex. The world around him seemed to slow down dramatically at that moment.

The high-speed warheads flying in mid-air appeared as clearly visible trajectory lines in Lin Ye's perception.

Wind speed, bullet drop, lead time – all data are automatically calculated in my mind.

Lin Ye put down his right foot, his flip-flops landing steadily on the sand.

He took half a step to the left.

Three bullets flew past the spot where he had just been standing, hitting the sand dunes behind him and kicking up a cloud of yellow sand.

Lin Ye tilted his head five centimeters to the right.

Two stray bullets grazed the edge of his pink children's helmet, leaving a shallow scorch mark on the plastic shell.

He leaned back slightly and stretched.

A whole volley of bullets swept across him, grazing the chest of his "Hope of the Whole Village" T-shirt.

Su Qingqing lay on the ground with her mouth wide open, completely forgetting to breathe.

What did she see?

The boy, dressed in baggy shorts, paced back and forth amidst a hail of bullets. His movements were casual and unhurried.

There was no tactical rolling. There was no crawling.

He just stood there, walking, occasionally twisting his neck and stretching his arms.

Those bullets just just couldn't hit him!

Even the most elite agents in the military intelligence agency would not last more than two seconds under this level of firepower when exposed to such firepower without any cover.

But this person in front of me is actually taking a walk amidst a hail of bullets?

"These guys are terrible at shooting," Lin Ye muttered as he dodged, "Wasn't your boss going to dock your pay for all that wasted bullets?"

The militants of the Venomous Fang became increasingly alarmed as the fighting progressed.

The squad leader frantically pounded the AK in his hand and cursed at his men.

"Aim and shoot! Are you all blind?! You can't even hit a living person like that!"

"Boss! We've got it!" one of the militants cried out in desperation.

He clearly aimed the crosshair at that pink helmet, but the moment he pulled the trigger, the kid would inexplicably tilt his head.

Lin Ye stopped and looked up at the sky.

The midday sun in Arkham is extremely harsh, shining directly down and stinging the eyes.

He reached out and touched the pink helmet, but didn't feel the sun visor.

"This piece of junk I bought for five yuan is really bad quality." Lin Ye curled his lip and simply closed his eyes.

The sunlight was too bright and it affected his work.

With [Basic Crisis Prediction] and [Max Level Gun Mastery] already in hand, I can still rack up performance even with my eyes closed.

Lin Ye held the AK-47 horizontally with one hand.

He closed his eyes and didn't even glance ahead.

Place your index finger on the trigger and pull it gently.

"Bang!"

A crisp gunshot rang out.

Directly in front of them, the fanged underling who had been shouting the loudest suddenly fell silent.

A bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows, and he fell straight backward.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Lin Ye's fingers maintained an extremely steady rhythm. The muzzle drew a smooth arc in mid-air, and each pause was accompanied by a gunshot.

He doesn't need to aim with his eyes at all.

He could perceive the enemy's heartbeat, breathing, and even the sound of his fingers pulling the trigger.

As gunfire erupted, the venomous fang militants fell one after another.

They were all shot in the head.

There were no unnecessary movements.

"Monster! He's a monster!"

The remaining dozen or so militants completely collapsed.

Their psychological defenses crumbled instantly when they saw the boy with his eyes closed, firing a gun with one hand.

Someone dropped their gun and ran away.

Some people were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground and scrambled to crawl under the SUV.

Lin Ye closed his eyes and took a step forward.

"Bang!"

The militant who tried to crawl under the car had a burst of blood on the back of his head.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two deserters, who had already run more than ten meters away, collapsed onto the sand and never got up again.

Su Qingqing slumped onto the sand, her legs already numb.

She had undergone the most rigorous military training and was proficient in all kinds of firearms and tactical theories. But now her mind was completely blank.

Could carbon-based organisms perform this operation?

Dodging bullets with your eyes closed?

One-handed recoil control for headshots?

This completely overturned her understanding.

She even wondered if she was hallucinating from excessive blood loss.

Less than a minute.

As the last gunshot rang out, the entire desert returned to silence.

Only the off-road vehicle's engine was still emitting a low rumble.

More than twenty elite militants from the Poison Fang gang lay scattered on the sand, becoming more than twenty corpses.

Lin Ye opened his eyes, raised his hand, and gently blew on the muzzle of the gun.

The smoke of battle has cleared.

He slung the AK over his shoulder, strode towards the corpses.

"Get to work, get to work," Lin Ye muttered as he squatted down next to a corpse and expertly reached into the corpse's pocket.

He pulled out a few crumpled US dollars, disdainfully shook off the sand, and stuffed them into his shorts pocket.

He then pulled out a lighter stained with blood, glanced at the brand, and casually tossed it on the ground.

"So poor." Lin Ye stood up and walked towards the next target. "Such a big organization, they don't even carry any cash when they go out on patrol. No wonder they can't retain people."

Su Qingqing stared blankly as Lin Ye rummaged through the pile of corpses.

This man, who had just displayed god-like combat prowess, was now cursing and swearing because he couldn't plunder enough spoils.

The stark contrast left Su Qingqing completely at a loss for what expression to wear.

"You..." Su Qingqing swallowed hard, trying to say something.

After looting the last corpse, Lin Ye found a handful of loose change and two mechanical watches that looked worth some money in his pocket.

He patted his pocket with satisfaction, then turned and walked towards his beat-up motorcycle.

"Big sister, you should leave now, don't get in the way." Lin Ye got on the motorcycle and stepped on the start lever.

"Put-put-put..." Black smoke billowed out of the exhaust pipe again.

Just then.

Suddenly, a very regular tremor came from the ground.

The tiny grains of sand on the surface of the sand began to jump up and down uncontrollably.

Su Qingqing's face turned pale, and she abruptly turned her head to look at the horizon.

That's where the Venomous Fang stronghold is located.

Accompanied by the deafening roar of machinery, yellow sand was kicked up high into the air.

A massive wheeled armored vehicle, exuding an overwhelming aura, surged out from behind the sand dunes.

On top of the armored vehicle, a dark, heavy machine gun gleamed menacingly in the sunlight. The barrel had begun its slow descent, locking onto that direction.

"Armored vehicles..." Su Qingqing cried out in despair, "They really sent armored vehicles!"