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

Lin Ye was too lazy to pay attention to this woman who looked like she was questioning the meaning of life.

After touching the last corpse, he took out the thirty-yuan digital watch from his pocket.

Press the screen-on button.

A row of red numbers is displayed on the dial.

next second.

Lin Ye's previously relaxed expression instantly fell.

His facial features were almost squeezed together, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

An extremely violent and agitated aura suddenly erupted from his body.

The surrounding air seemed to have dropped several degrees.

Su Qingqing keenly noticed the change in Lin Ye.

As a top agent, she has an extremely keen intuition for danger.

Lin Ye is now ten times more terrifying than when he faced the armored vehicle!

problem occurs!

Something really serious has happened!

Su Qingqing's heart pounded wildly. Despite the excruciating pain, she grabbed a rifle from beside her and warily scanned the surrounding desert.

Could it be that the main force of Venomous Fang has arrived?

Or are armed helicopters locked onto this place?

For this monster that can tear apart armored vehicles to show such an expression, how terrifying must the invading enemy be!

"What's wrong? Have enemy reinforcements arrived?" Su Qingqing asked in a low voice, her finger tightly gripping the trigger.

Back in the intelligence command center, all the generals held their breath, staring intently at the large screen.

Lin Ye did not answer Su Qingqing's question.

He glanced at the thirty-yuan digital watch on his wrist.

The red numbers on the dial jumped slightly.

It had been a full seven hours and five minutes since he accepted the S-level bounty mission on the dark web to eradicate the "Fang" stronghold.

The task has a time limit of eight hours.

"Depend on!"

"Only fifty minutes left!"

He quickly brought up the Dark Web's mission interface in his mind.

The originally gray countdown numbers have now turned into a glaring blood red.

Below the countdown, there is a line of small print that is very discreetly placed: If the task is not completed within the time limit, the account credit rating will be significantly reduced.

Lin Ye's blood pressure spiked instantly.

These dark web brokers are nothing but heartless capitalists!

Not only do they not pay for the five social insurances and one housing fund, but they also don't provide a high-temperature allowance or commuting reimbursement.

They're even using credit scores now!

Lin Ye quickly did some mental calculations.

If his credit score is lowered due to overtime on a $1 million task, and he can't get this kind of high-paying daily job in the future, then his plan to buy a top-of-the-line Alienware computer back in China will be ruined.

Blocking someone's path to wealth is like killing their parents!

"Get to work! No more slacking off!"

Lin Ye hurriedly began tidying up the back seat of the motorcycle.

While dodging the machine gun fire from the armored vehicle, the rope tied to the back seat loosened a little.

He pulled hard on the rough hemp rope, tightly tying the red, white, and blue snakeskin bag full of US dollars and gold bars, as well as the two boxes of Master Kong instant noodles, to the bicycle frame.

After confirming that the goods were securely tied, he grabbed the pink children's helmet he had bought for five yuan and put it on his head.

The helmet strap was a bit short, so he yanked it over and fastened it to his chin, squeezing the flesh of his cheeks together, making him look extremely comical.

Su Qingqing dragged her swollen ankle and crawled forward two steps with difficulty on the sand.

She grabbed the edge of Lin Ye's shorts.

"Are you crazy? What are you doing?"

Lin Ye looked down at the hand covered in sand and blood, his brows twitching.

"Hey lady, let go! I just washed these pants. If they get dirty, will you reimburse me for the dry cleaning?"

Su Qingqing completely ignored Lin Ye's ramblings and urgently said, "You want to go to the Venomous Fang headquarters? I advise you not to go and die! The Venomous Fang's stronghold is not comparable to these outer patrol teams!"

As an intelligence agent for the Military Intelligence Bureau, she knew everything about Venom's lair.

"That's an armed fortress converted from an abandoned chemical plant!"

Su Qingqing loudly reported the information: "There are more than 300 well-trained mercenaries inside. The gate is made of half-meter-thick blast-proof steel plate."

"There are six heavy machine gun emplacements on the wall. There are even mortar positions and man-portable air-defense systems inside!"

"You're all alone, without even a heavy weapon, riding a beat-up motorcycle to storm the gate? You'll get shot to a pulp!"

Lin Ye reached out and pushed up the visor of his helmet.

"More than three hundred people? That's right, just like the intelligence on the dark web."

Lin Ye muttered to himself, "One million divided by three hundred equals more than three thousand US dollars per person."

This deal is incredibly profitable; it's a million times better than working as a waiter in the country.

Seeing that he wouldn't listen to her advice, Su Qingqing gritted her teeth and revealed her trump card.

"Lin Ye, I don't care who you are, you're coming with me now."

"I will contact the domestic intelligence network immediately. We will mobilize manpower and develop a detailed tactical plan to cooperate with you."

"Once you eliminate the Venomous Fang organization and send the intelligence on biological weapons back to the country, you'll be a great hero of the Dragon Kingdom!"

Su Qingqing spoke urgently, offering an extremely tempting offer.

"If you agree, I'll personally write you a letter of recommendation after it's done. I'll get you a formal military position, starting with the rank of major! From then on, you'll be a citizen of the country, enjoying top-level privileges and treatment!"

Upon hearing these words, Lin Ye was not moved at all; instead, he rolled his eyes dramatically.

He slapped Su Qingqing's hand away without any politeness.

"Ma'am, do you think I'm some recent college graduate who's easy to fool?"

"Military establishment? They give me a few thousand yuan a month as a fixed salary? Two boxes of apples and a can of oil for holidays? And then they make me do these kinds of jobs where I could be shot at any time, without even overtime pay?"

"Let me tell you, stop trying to disgust me with this capitalist pie-in-the-sky tactic."

Lin Ye patted the motorcycle's fuel tank, making a banging sound.

"I'm a very practical person. I don't want empty promises or a government job. I just want daily cash payments!"

Su Qingqing sat blankly on the sand.

Her mind was racing.

This person can even come up with such an absurd reason in order to cover up his identity as a military ace.

Why doesn't he want the rank of major and insists on earning a daily wage?

What a noble spirit of secrecy!

Lin Ye straddled the motorcycle and stepped on the start lever.

"You'd better find a sandpit and bury yourself. Don't get in the way," Lin Ye instructed. "I might be a bit rough when I'm clearing the area later, and I won't pay for your medical expenses if you get hurt."

"Rat-a-tat-tat—"

The dilapidated motorcycle emitted a violent coughing sound, and a large plume of thick black smoke billowed from its exhaust pipe, choking Su Qingqing and causing her to cough repeatedly.

Lin Ye twisted the accelerator to the floor.

The motorcycle's front wheel suddenly lifted half a foot into the air before slamming back down.

The entire vehicle, complete with that comical pink helmet, transformed into a plume of black smoke and sped toward the Venomous Fang outpost on the horizon.

……

Thirty kilometers away.

A massive abandoned chemical plant stands in the middle of the desert.

The walls on all four sides are three meters high and made of reinforced concrete, with electrified barbed wire strung on top.

On several towering watchtowers, searchlights remained on even during the day, scanning the surrounding wilderness back and forth.

This is the core stronghold of the Venomous Fang organization.

The top floor of the building.

The leader, "Bloody Hand," leaned back on a large leather sofa.

He held a glass of expensive Romanée-Conti and gently swirled it.

The red wine flowed down the glass, releasing an enticing aroma.

The door was suddenly pushed open.

A bald adjutant rushed in, sweating profusely, without even knocking on the door.

"Boss! Something's happened!" The bald adjutant's voice trembled. "The third team that went to pursue that Chinese female reporter has lost contact. The armored vehicle we sent to provide support has also lost signal."

Bloodhand paused.

A few drops of red wine spilled from the glass and landed on the expensive Persian carpet.

"Out of contact?" Bloodhand slammed his glass on the table. "Three teams, twenty men, and a BTR armored vehicle. You're telling me they're out of contact? Did the Dragon Kingdom send troops?"

The bald adjutant swallowed hard, pulled up the peripheral surveillance footage on his tablet, and handed it to Bloodhand with both hands.

"There was no military...this was all the surveillance footage captured."

On the screen is a desert highway that leads straight to the gate of the stronghold.

On the highway, a dilapidated motorcycle was spewing black smoke as it raced along at a snail's pace of 60 miles per hour.

The people in the car were wearing pink children's helmets, and there were two cardboard boxes and a snakeskin bag tied to the back seat.

Bloodhand stared at the screen for a full half minute.

He turned his head and looked at the bald adjutant.

"Are you trying to make fun of me with a video of someone delivering takeout?"

"No, boss!" The bald adjutant stamped his feet anxiously. "The sentries along the way report that this guy is heading straight for our outpost! And he's carrying an AK. Just now, when he passed checkpoint number three, he didn't even look at us, and shot one of our sentries in the head with one hand!"

Bloodhand's expression turned completely grim.

He stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the heavily armed fortress standing ready for battle below.

His fangs have been running rampant in Arkham for so many years that even the local government forces dare not provoke them easily.

Now, a guy riding a beat-up motorcycle dares to attack his lair?

This is a blatant provocation! It is a trampling on his dignity!

"Good. Very good." Bloodhand pulled up his face, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

He turned around and kicked over the solid wood coffee table in front of him. The wine bottle shattered, and expensive red wine spilled all over the floor.

"Pass on my orders!" Bloodhand roared into the walkie-talkie.

"Turn on all the searchlights around the outpost!"

"All six heavy machine gun positions on the wall, put the safety on!"

"Mortar team, move to designated positions!"

Bloodhand stared intently at the approaching pink dot on the monitor screen, letting out a beastly growl.

"Since a bug is trying to get itself killed, then grind it into mincemeat!"