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

Om-!

A dozen high-powered searchlights lit up simultaneously, the stark white beams of light instantly tearing through the dim desert and illuminating the area within a kilometer in front of the outpost as if it were daytime.

The outlines of the dunes and the shadows of the rocks are clearly visible under the bright light.

On the wall, six heavy machine gun positions, constructed of sandbags and steel plates, slowly rotated their dark muzzles, locking onto the straight road in the distance.

Splash!

The sound of bullets being chambered echoed throughout the room as nearly three hundred militants peeked out from behind their bunkers, their faces contorted with bloodthirsty grins.

A net has been cast, a trap that can be set in all directions.

They waited for that foolish insect to run headfirst into them.

"Rat-a-tat-tat... rat-a-tat..."

The roar of the old motorcycle engine grew closer.

Under everyone's gaze, the figure wearing a pink children's helmet rode the dilapidated bike belching black smoke, without any intention of slowing down or hiding, and simply rushed straight into the network of searchlights.

His cheap T-shirt and floral shorts looked particularly glaring in the bright light.

"This idiot..." A machine gunner licked his chapped lips, preparing to pull the trigger.

But the next second, an extremely shrill and arrogant sound brought everyone to a standstill.

"Drip—quack—! Drip—quack—!"

Lin Ye gripped the clutch with his left hand and pressed his right thumb firmly against the nearly malfunctioning horn of the beat-up motorcycle.

The jarring noise, like a broken gong, echoed through the silent desert, filled with a defiant tone.

In the top-floor office, Bloodhand watched this scene through the monitor, his facial muscles twitching wildly.

What are they doing?

Honk the horn?

Was he reminding himself that he had come here to die?

"Fire!"

Bloodhand grabbed the walkie-talkie and let out a hysterical roar.

"Burn this clown and his car to smithereens!"

The order has been issued.

boom--!

The entire stronghold instantly transformed into a colossal steel beast, its jaws gaping wide open.

Six heavy machine guns roared first, tracer bullets drawing six deadly fire chains in the air, weaving into an impenetrable net of fire.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of automatic rifles opened fire simultaneously.

Bullets rained down like a sudden downpour of metal, pelting the tiny figure.

Deep furrows were instantly plowed into the sandy ground, and the hard ground was battered, causing dust to rise and stones to fly everywhere.

The goggles of Lin Ye's helmet clearly reflected the deadly net of fire and bullet trajectories in front of him.

He could even smell the scorching heat from the high-speed friction of bullets in the air.

But he felt no fear, no hesitation, only one thought remained in his mind.

He raised his wrist and glanced at the rapidly ticking blood-red countdown on his digital watch.

There are only 45 minutes left.

Absolutely no timeout!

Just a second before that impenetrable net of fire was about to engulf him.

Lin Ye made a move.

He slammed his legs on the footrests of the motorcycle, and his whole body shot into the air like a cannonball from the speeding vehicle.

His body stretched out in mid-air, like a nimble falcon.

The broken motorcycle, now without its owner, continued its straight course, propelled by its last momentum, like a fearless suicide bomb, as it plunged headlong into the storm of metal.

Puff puff!

Countless bullets struck the metal body of the motorcycle, scattering sparks everywhere.

The fuel tank was instantly blown up.

Boom—!

The motorcycle, trailing a ball of flame, crashed heavily into the half-meter-thick blast-proof steel gate of the stronghold, triggering a secondary explosion.

A huge fireball shot into the sky, slightly deforming the sturdy steel door.

The two boxes of Master Kong beef noodles were also reduced to flying scraps of paper and noodle crumbs in the explosion.

The firelight illuminated the astonished faces of all the Venomous Fang militants.

They never expected that this kid riding a beat-up bike would complete his first attack in this way.

However, this is not the end.

Just as everyone's attention was drawn to the explosion at the main entrance.

In mid-air, the figure leaped high, ignoring the raging inferno below and the stray bullets whizzing past his feet.

While he was in mid-air, his hands suddenly reached into the bulging red, white, and blue snakeskin bag behind him with lightning speed.

next moment.

With a sudden tug, he pulled out two heavy steel weapons, each laden with bullet chains, from the snakeskin bag.

That's not an AK, and it's definitely not a submachine gun.

Those are two M249 squad automatic weapons!

A war machine specifically designed for fire suppression!

In the command room, the wine glass in Bloodhand's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter" and shattered into pieces.

He stared intently at the monitor screen, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

A snakeskin bag?

You call this a snakeskin bag?

Which brand of snakeskin bag can fit two heavy machine guns?

Before he could figure out this question that defied common sense in physics, Lin Ye had already made his move.

He didn't even seek any cover; he simply stood on the open ground by the gate, arms outstretched, holding the two light machine guns, which together weighed several dozen kilograms, steadily in his hands, and pulled the trigger.

Da da da da da—!

Da da da da da—!

Two raging fire dragons spewed from the muzzle of the gun.

The muzzle flash shone with an eerie blue hue in the dim night, making Lin Ye's expressionless face appear like a demon returned from hell.

The bullets, like two steel waterfalls flowing upstream, relentlessly swept towards the six heavy machine gun positions on the wall!

"Puff puff puff puff!"

The machine gun emplacements, constructed of sandbags and steel plates, were as fragile as paper in the face of a dense hail of bullets.

The sandbags were instantly blasted apart, sending yellow sand flying everywhere.

The steel plate, half a finger thick, was riddled with sparks and instantly covered with countless bullet holes before being torn apart.

The machine gunner and assistant gunner hiding behind didn't even have time to let out a scream before they were torn into countless flying pieces of flesh by the ferocious barrage of bullets.

Six crossfire points that the Venomous Fang organization was so proud of were completely eliminated within the first three seconds of Lin Ye firing!

"Open fire! Return fire! Kill him!"

The other armed men on the wall finally reacted. They screamed in terror and opened fire on Lin Ye with their AKs.

But their counterattacks seemed so pale and powerless in the face of those two relentless fire dragons.

Lin Ye braved the incoming bullets and moved forward step by step.

[Basic Crisis Prediction] allows him to sense each deadly bullet in advance.

His body swayed from side to side with an extremely slight movement, and the potentially fatal bullets just grazed his clothes and skin, leaving not even a white mark on him.

The machine gun in his hands was like two scythes of death, ruthlessly reaping lives.

Wherever the bullets struck, walls collapsed, houses crumbled, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

One ammunition belt was emptied very quickly.

"He's out of bullets! Quick!" A venomous fang gang leader saw an opportunity and peeked half his head out from behind cover.

Lin Ye didn't even look at it, and directly released the empty machine gun with his left hand, letting it fall onto the sand.

His free left hand darted swiftly into the open snakeskin bag behind him.

When I pulled it out again, I had a brand new M249 with a full belt of ammunition in my hand!