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

Lin Ye raised a hand, interrupting the major general.

He swallowed the potato chip in his mouth and then patted the seasoning crumbs off his hands.

"Danger?" Lin Ye looked at Lei Hu with a puzzled expression. "Old Zhao told me that this is a business trip with all meals and accommodation included."

Lin Ye pointed at Xia Wanqiu.

"I received overtime pay from the government; she was my personal treasurer and porter."

"I'm in charge of doing the work and clearing the area, and she's in charge of bookkeeping and carrying bags. What's wrong with that?"

Lin Ye turned to look at the pile of self-heating hot pots and sighed.

"Besides, fighting is very tiring. It's freezing cold here, and you don't even have a hot meal. Am I supposed to squat in the snow and eat icicles after the fight if I don't bring my own self-heating hot pot?"

These words, brimming with "working-class logic," made Lei Hu laugh in exasperation.

In the team, a rebellious soldier with his right eye covered by gauze could no longer hold back.

Chen Feng suddenly took a step forward, and the aura of a martial artist in the early stage of the Transformation Realm erupted directly.

"Major General!" Chen Feng roared, pointing to the horrific wounds on his body, "This is a battlefield! Not a place for rich kids like you to play house!"

Chen Feng's eyes were red, and his voice was filled with suppressed grief and indignation.

"Last night, I watched with my own eyes as my three brothers were burned to a crisp by that foreign superhuman's beam of light!"

"The enemy is completely immune to ordinary bullets!"

Chen Feng pointed at the bag of tomato-flavored potato chips in Lin Ye's hand, his face full of sarcasm.

"The potato chips in your hand can't stop the extraordinary abilities of foreigners!"

"These self-heating hot pots you brought can't bring my brothers back to life!"

"If you're just here to gain experience, please get on this plane and head back to Beijing immediately! Our Northwest Military Region doesn't need pampered soldiers!"

These words were extremely offensive and constituted blatant insubordination.

The major general gasped, fearing that Lin Ye might get angry and pull out a Gatling gun from the snakeskin bag, killing all of these dozens of elite soldiers.

To everyone's surprise.

Lin Ye did not get angry.

He didn't even have the interest to refute it.

Lin Ye simply raised his hand helplessly, rubbed his temples, and let out a long sigh.

He casually stuffed the half-eaten bag of potato chips into Xia Wanqiu's arms.

"Take it, don't spill it."

Lin Ye turned his head, his gaze passing over Lei Hu and the group of indignant soldiers, and directly locking onto a heavy machine at the edge of the training ground.

It was a giant metal instrument, three meters tall, with its base welded deep into the concrete floor, and an extremely thick metal striking plate in the middle.

"That thing, is it a force gauge?" Lin Ye raised his chin and asked, pointing to the metal lump.

Lei Hu frowned, wondering what this young master wanted to do.

"That's a heavy-duty force measuring instrument specially made by the military region," Lei Hu replied stiffly. "It's specifically used to test the explosive power of high-level martial artists above the Grandmaster level."

Lei Hu added a sentence.

"It can withstand a maximum instantaneous impact of ten tons. No one in the entire Northwest Military Region has been able to bring it to its full potential yet."

Hearing the words "ten tons" and "titanium alloy"...

Lin Ye's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly.

"Ten tons maximum?" Lin Ye cracked his neck, his knuckles making a crisp popping sound. "It'll have to do."

Lin Ye put his hands in his pockets, slowly walked past Lei Hu, and headed directly towards the titanium alloy force measuring instrument.

Lei Hu stood there, watching Lin Ye's back as he walked towards the edge of the playground, and took out a crumpled cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

A major adjutant nearby quickly pulled out a windproof lighter and went over to light it.

"Brigadier, are we really going to let him try?" the adjutant whispered. "He's someone headquarters transferred from..."

"So what if he was transferred here?" Lei Hu took a deep breath and exhaled a large puff of white smoke, which was instantly dispersed by the wind and snow. "The military region only recognizes fists, not ranks. If this kid can't even hit half of the force gauge, I don't care if he's a major general or not, I'll have the helicopter send him back the way he came."

Lei Hu pointed to the heavy iron behemoth that was three meters tall.

"The load-bearing plate of this force gauge is made of aerospace-grade titanium alloy, and the base is firmly welded to the concrete half a meter deep with twelve expansion steel nails." Lei Hu's tone was full of absolute confidence. "Don't even mention a young kid. Even if a master of ancient martial arts from the Beijing Martial Arts Association came, he couldn't break through the ten-ton limit with a full-force attack."

Chen Feng, who had just provoked him, also gave a cold laugh.

"Brigade Commander, you're giving him too much credit. With his skinny arms and legs, you might break his wrist with a single punch."

The dozens of elite soldiers from the special operations brigade nodded in agreement.

Ancient martial arts training emphasizes practicing in the coldest days of winter and the hottest days of summer. Even masters of internal energy have calluses on their hands and bulging muscles.

Lin Ye, on the other hand, has fair and delicate skin, and you can't even see a clear muscle outline on his body.

This is exactly the kind of rich kid who has been pampered since childhood.

All eyes were focused on the force measuring instrument.

Lin Ye walked up to the huge metal instrument and stopped.

He looked the heavy titanium alloy load-bearing plate up and down, and then moved his right wrist slightly.

There was no horse stance.

He didn't take a deep breath.

He didn't even spread his legs shoulder-width apart to prepare for the move.

Lin Ye just stood there casually, his posture relaxed.

"He doesn't even know the most basic power generation posture!" Chen Feng couldn't help but sneer from behind. "He doesn't even know about waist and stance coordination. I'd be surprised if that punch could deliver 500 pounds of force..."

Chen Feng's words were abruptly cut off in his throat.

Lin Ye raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

An extremely casual straight punch slowly slammed into the titanium alloy load-bearing plate.

There are no external gusts of wind or flashy special effects.

It's just a pure physical collision.

The instant the fist contacts the load-bearing plate.

boom--!

An extremely terrifying explosion rang out over the playground.

The sound was so loud that it completely drowned out the howling wind and snow around them.

The closest soldiers felt a sharp pain in their eardrums and instinctively raised their hands to cover their ears.

Immediately afterwards, everyone felt the ground beneath their feet suddenly sink.

Centered on the force gauge, the half-meter-thick cement floor instantly burst open with countless exaggerated spiderweb-like cracks.

The cracks spread wildly outwards, reaching all the way to Lei Hu's feet.

"Snap!"

A tearing sound of metal rang out.

The aerospace-grade titanium alloy load-bearing plate, which was said to be able to withstand ten tons of instantaneous impact and was unbreakable even by a grandmaster, couldn't even last for 0.1 seconds under Lin Ye's fist.

There is an extremely exaggerated deep pit that is recessed directly in the center.

The thick titanium alloy plate was torn apart on the spot.

The violent physical kinetic energy flowed into the force measuring instrument through the force plate.

boom!