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

Outside the supermarket.

A heavy armored jeep with military license plates had been waiting for some time.

A major, dressed in a crisp military uniform, stood by the car door.

Seeing Lin Ye push out three shopping carts piled up to the ceiling, the major quickly went to help.

The major froze after moving just two boxes.

He looked at the spicy beef tendon in his hand, then at the piles of potato chips in the carriage.

My eye started twitching uncontrollably.

"Major General Lin." The major swallowed hard. "The military region has already prepared top-of-the-line individual rations for you, these..."

"The individual rations are awful," Lin Ye interrupted him bluntly. "They smell like preservatives. Hurry up and move them, don't make me catch my flight. Put the self-heating hot pot on top, don't crush it."

The major had no choice but to let the colorful snacks fill the military jeep, which was worth millions, to the brim.

Jiangcheng Military Airport.

The runway was completely cleared.

A massive Kunpeng-Y9 transport aircraft was parked on the tarmac, its four turbofan engines emitting a deafening preheating roar.

The area was surrounded by guards, with sentries every three or five steps, and fully armed guards on high alert.

The display was at its maximum capacity.

The jeep drove directly onto the helipad.

Lin Ye carried a brand-new red, white, and blue snakeskin bag and held a can of cola in his hand as he swaggered up the gangway.

Xia Wanqiu followed closely behind, carrying a tactical backpack.

The cabin is very spacious and has been specially converted into a comfortable rest area.

Lin Ye slumped onto the leather sofa, tore open a bag of potato chips, and started crunching away.

The Kunpeng-Y9 accelerated on the runway, its massive fuselage taking off and heading straight for the northwest.

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Four hours later.

The airport of the Northwest Border Defense Military Region is located at an altitude of 4,500 meters.

The gale, carrying snow particles, swept across the empty tarmac, stinging people's faces.

Rows of fully armed soldiers stood straight in the wind and snow.

Standing at the very front of the group was Lei Hu, the brigade commander of the Special Operations Brigade of the Northwest Military Region.

This is a man from Northwest China who is nearly 1.9 meters tall. His face is rough and dark from the strong ultraviolet rays of the plateau, and there is a terrible knife wound on his left cheek that has just scabbed over.

Lei Hu's right arm was slinged around his neck with a triangular bandage, and thick bandages were wrapped under his camouflage uniform, with traces of blood still faintly visible.

The dozens of elite special forces soldiers behind him were in no better shape.

Some had bandages wrapped around their heads, some were using crutches, and everyone's bulletproof tactical vests were covered with dried, blackened bloodstains and scorch marks from gunpowder.

They were remnants who had just withdrawn from the blockade zone at the forefront of the Kunlun Secret Realm three hours earlier.

In order to cover the retreat of the researchers, this special operations brigade clashed head-on with the vanguard of the European Order of Holy Light.

The enemy only deployed two peak A-level light-elemental ability users, yet they managed to tear through the special operations brigade's defenses, leaving behind the corpses of more than a dozen Chinese soldiers.

Now, this group of tough guys, who have just crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, are staring intently at the track in the distance.

A top-secret notice was issued, and a major general advisor with the privilege of acting first and reporting later was parachuted into the capital.

It is said that this major general is the highest-ranking combatant to take over the Kunlun defense line.

Lei Hu and his elite soldiers were burning with rage. They desperately hoped that the newly arrived commander would be a ruthless war god who could lead them back to avenge their brothers.

The screeching sound of brakes cut through the wind and snow.

The massive Kunpeng-Y9 transport aircraft came to a steady stop in the center of the tarmac.

The four turbofan engines gradually shut down, and the huge cargo door slowly descended.

Lei Hu's spirits lifted, and he straightened his back abruptly.

"Attention, all!" Lei Hu roared in his rough voice, "Salute!"

Dozens of blood-stained hands were raised to their eyebrows in unison.

All eyes were focused on the slowly opening hatch.

The first sound was a very crisp rustling of plastic packaging bags.

Immediately afterwards, the crunching sound of chewing food drifted into the ears of every soldier on the wind and snow.

A figure slowly walked down the gangway.

Lei Hu raised his hand, and the moment he saw who it was, he froze on the spot.

Leading the way was a young man who looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old.

He held a freshly opened bag of tomato-flavored potato chips in both hands, popping them into his mouth as he walked, chewing with relish.

A gust of cold wind, carrying snow particles, blew by.

"This crappy place is a bit cold," Lin Ye mumbled, turning to shout behind him, "Can you handle it?"

The voice just fell.

Xia Wanqiu stepped out of the cabin.

"I can handle it!"

"It's so cold..."

She was dressed in an extremely smart black tactical uniform, with her hair tied in a high ponytail.

But her current look is completely unrelated to being capable and efficient.

Xia Wanqiu carried a huge military tactical backpack on her back, a plastic bag full of mineral water in her left hand, and Lin Ye's iconic red, white and blue snakeskin bag in her right hand.

He looked exactly like a boss's errand boy being relentlessly exploited.

This is not over yet.

Several crew members pushed a hydraulic cart and began unloading supplies from the cargo hold.

Boxes of self-heating hot pots labeled "Spicy Beef" and "Tomato Beef Brisket" along with several large packs of chilled cola were neatly stacked on the tarmac.

The brightly colored snack packaging stood out starkly against the gray and white snow.

The entire tarmac was so quiet that only the sound of the wind could be heard.

Lei Hu's face visibly darkened, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

The dozens of special forces soldiers standing behind him were practically grinding their teeth to dust.

They admired the kind of tough, bloodthirsty men who could take on a hundred men on the battlefield and were covered in scars.

Not the kind of gilded rich second-generation who comes to the front lines for a "picnic" while eating potato chips, accompanied by a beautiful woman and a bunch of self-heating hot pots!

What is this?

What do you take the Kunlun front for?

Farmhouse inn?

Suppressing his anger, Lei Hu strode up to Lin Ye.

He didn't even salute, and his tone was extremely curt.

"Are you Major General Lin, sent from headquarters?"

Lei Hu looked Lin Ye up and down, his gaze finally settling on Xia Wanqiu and the pile of snacks.

"Major General Lin, the Kunlun front is extremely dangerous right now." Lei Hu said in a low voice, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, "The monsters from the Holy Light Knights and the Genetically Modified Camp are blocking the entrance to the secret realm."

Lei Hu suddenly pointed at Xia Wanqiu.

"Isn't it inappropriate for you to bring a woman here?"

"Our special operations brigade is already stretched thin; we can't spare any extra men to protect this young lady's safety!"

The major general who was following behind on the plane was so frightened by these words that he broke out in a cold sweat.

He had personally witnessed Lin Ye physically exorcising a peak S-level expert in a stadium with tens of thousands of seats.

Lei Hu, that stubborn mule, is trying to pull teeth out of a tiger's mouth!

"Brigade Commander Lei! Watch your attitude!" The accompanying major general quickly stepped forward, trying to smooth things over, "Major General Lin, he..."