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

The convoy started again.

Lin Ye sat in the passenger seat, picked up the slightly cooled self-heating hot pot with tomato and beef brisket, picked up the slice of fatty beef that he hadn't finished eating, and stuffed it into his mouth to chew.

In the back seat.

Xia Wanqiu took out a black-covered notebook from her tactical backpack and pulled out a fountain pen.

She turned to a blank page and wrote a line of text with utmost care.

"Lin Ye has a torn T-shirt, and the Western Alliance should pay him 300 yuan in compensation."

After she finished writing, she closed the notebook and put it back in her bag.

As the accompanying treasurer, I must keep a clear record of this account; once we get to the front, I'll have to ask the foreign commanders for it back.

Lei Hu gripped the steering wheel, his hands feeling somewhat stiff.

His current awe of Lin Ye has reached an unprecedented level.

This is hardly a young master who came here to gain prestige.

This is clearly a living god of death who crawled out of hell and is dressed as a working-class man.

The convoy struggled to travel another ten kilometers through knee-deep snow.

We turned around a huge mountain pass.

The scene before my eyes suddenly underwent a dramatic change.

The blizzard that had just blotted out the sky had eerily stopped at the edge of this mountain valley.

A vast basin appeared ahead.

There was no snow or wind inside the basin, and the temperature was even more than ten degrees higher than outside.

There was no snow on the ground, revealing dark brown rocks, and some unknown green vegetation could be vaguely seen growing tenaciously in the crevices of the rocks.

And right in the center of the basin.

A bronze gate, hundreds of meters tall, floats suspended in mid-air, a dozen meters above the ground.

The bronze door was covered with extremely intricate patterns, and a small gap was slightly opened in the doorway.

A thick, visible white mist continuously seeped out from the crack in the door.

That was an extremely rich ancient spiritual energy.

Taking a deep breath, the fatigue from days of traveling vanished instantly.

Lei Hu slammed on the brakes, staring in awe at the massive bronze door.

"This is the entrance to the Kunlun Secret Realm..." Lei Hu muttered to himself.

Lin Ye put down the empty lunchbox in his hand and tore off a tissue to wipe his mouth.

He squinted, looking the hundred-meter-tall bronze gate up and down.

"Is this thing made of pure copper?" Lin Ye turned to look at Xia Wanqiu in the back row and asked earnestly.

Xia Wanqiu was stunned.

"It should be... made of ancient bronze, with defensive array patterns engraved on it," Xia Wanqiu replied uncertainly.

Lin Ye stroked his chin and began to calculate rapidly in his mind.

"The current purchase price for a pound of scrap copper is about twenty yuan." Lin Ye pointed to the door. "This door is so big, it must weigh tens of thousands of tons, right? If we take it down and sell it to a scrap metal recycling station, we could easily make several billion yuan."

Lei Hu almost hit his head on the steering wheel.

When people see ancient secret realms, all they think about are the cultivation techniques and rare treasures within.

The major general's first reaction was to dismantle the gate and sell it for scrap metal!

"Stop thinking about the door." Xia Wanqiu quickly pointed to the bottom of the bronze door. "Look over there."

Lin Ye looked in the direction Xia Wanqiu was pointing.

The flat ground directly below the ancient bronze gate was densely covered with tents.

Various high-tech searchlights illuminated the basin as bright as day.

Hundreds of Western superhumans dressed in various combat uniforms surrounded the entire entrance.

A high-voltage electric fence was erected around the camp, and several heavy laser defense towers were slowly rotating their gun barrels.

The Stars and Stripes, the Union Jack, and the French flag flew high in the center of the camp.

These people were holding wine glasses, eating grilled meat, and deafening Western heavy metal music was playing all around them.

They acted like bandits, treating Kunlun Mountain as their own backyard.

And in a corner at the very edge of the camp.

Dozens of people dressed in Chinese special agent uniforms were surrounded by hundreds of fully armed Western warriors.

These Chinese agents were covered in blood.

The leader, Zhao Gang, had his left arm hanging limply at his side in an extremely twisted position, clearly broken.

He gripped a dull tactical dagger tightly in his hand, shielding several more seriously injured teammates behind him.

Zhao Gang's eyes were bloodshot, and his chest heaved violently.

Standing before him was a burly white man, over two meters tall, wearing a heavy silver-white full suit of armor.

Arthur.

The Supreme Commander of the European Holy Light Knights, an SS-level light-type ability user.

Arthur toyed with a tactical helmet he had taken from the head of a Chinese agent, his face full of mockery.

"Captain Zhao." Arthur said in fluent Chinese, tossing his helmet on the ground and stomping on it with his spur-studded military boots.

crunch.

The high-strength bulletproof helmet was deformed on the spot after being stepped on.

"You Chinese are indeed tough," Arthur said, looking around at the wounded Chinese agents and laughing loudly.

The hundreds of Western experts around them burst into unrestrained laughter.

"But even strong bones can't withstand supernatural abilities." Arthur extended a finger, a dazzling white sphere of light condensing at its tip. "This is a world of the strong. Your backward, secular power, like that of your Dragon Kingdom, has no right to meddle in the ancient secret realm."

"Bullshit!" Zhao Gang gritted his teeth, spitting out a mouthful of bloody foam. "This is Dragon Kingdom territory! Kunlun Mountain is our land!"

"Territory?" Arthur laughed wildly. "Whoever has the biggest fist owns the territory!"

Arthur pointed to the huge bronze door above his head.

"Once we break the seal on the gate and take all the treasures inside, in return, I will show you mercy and bury you all in the snowdrifts of Kunlun Mountain, leaving you with a complete corpse."

The surrounding Western powers laughed even more wildly.

Some people even took out their phones to take photos and videos of Zhao Gang and others, intending to post them on the dark web to show off.

An extreme sense of humiliation gripped the hearts of every Chinese agent.

They are not afraid of death, but the feeling of having their dignity trampled underfoot is worse than death.

On the hillside.

Inside the SUV.

Lei Hu's eyes were bloodshot, and his fists were clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Those bastards!" Lei Hu gritted his teeth. "General Lin, I'll call for artillery support immediately. Even if it triggers an avalanche, we have to blow these bandits to bits here!"

Lin Ye did not speak.

He looked at the flags of the great powers stuck in the ground, and then at the helmet of the Chinese nation trampled under his feet.

He reached into the storage compartment next to him and rummaged through it, finding a brand new pack of Double Happiness cigarettes.

I opened the packaging, pulled one out, and put it in my mouth.

Press the cigarette lighter.

I took a deep breath.

Lin Ye exhaled a smoke ring, his gaze calmly fixed on the camp below.

"Old Zhao promised me that I'd take 80% of the loot from the secret realm." Lin Ye flicked his cigarette ash, his tone very serious. "Now these foreigners have blocked the way and are even planning to go in and steal my commission."

Lin Ye turned to look at Lei Hu.

"Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents."

Lei Hu was stunned.

"General Lin, what should we do now? Should we stop the car and observe the terrain first?" Lei Hu gripped the steering wheel, preparing to step on the brake.

"Why are you stopping?" Lin Ye flicked the half-smoked cigarette out the car window.

Mars traced a red trail through the snow and wind.

"Step on the gas." Lin Ye leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms.

"If it's damaged, it's considered a workers' injury and will be reimbursed."

Lei Hu was suddenly taken aback.

Then, a wildly crazy smile appeared on the face of this man from Northwest China.

"clear!"