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

The entire gun-changing process was smooth and quick, taking less than a second!

The machine gun in his right hand never stopped firing for even a second from beginning to end!

The leader who had just poked his head out had his head smashed into a pulp on the spot.

This scene sent a chill down the spines of all the surviving venomous fang militants.

"The devil...is his bullet inexhaustible?!"

"Then... what exactly is that bag?!"

Panic spread through the population like a plague.

They've seen skilled marksmen and fearless individuals.

But in their entire lives, they had never seen such an unreasonable monster who used a heavy machine gun like an unlimited ammo pistol!

On the distant sand dunes.

Su Qingqing held up a high-powered military telescope, her mouth agape enough to fit an egg.

She stared blankly at the figure who strolled leisurely through a hail of bullets, single-handedly suppressing an armed stronghold of three hundred men.

Especially when she saw Lin Ye calmly pull out a brand-new machine gun from the red, white, and blue snakeskin bag, she almost dropped the binoculars in her hand.

"That tattered bag... is it a four-dimensional pocket?!"

Su Qingqing felt that her worldview had been impacted like never before.

"Is there an armory hidden inside?!"

Lin Ye completely ignored what others thought.

All he wants now is to finish the work within the deadline, get paid, and leave.

He carried two constantly roaring machine guns, took steps, his flip-flops crunching over the spent shell casings and rubble, and walked step by step toward the twisted and deformed steel gate.

Alone, with only two guns, he tore a bloody gash through the frontal defenses of the stronghold.

In the command center.

Bloodhand trembled with rage as he watched the approaching demon on the monitor.

He grabbed the walkie-talkie from the table and roared menacingly.

"Rocket launcher squad! Are they all fucking dead?!"

"Move them! Blow him to pieces! Blow him to pieces!"

With his command.

On the second and third floors of the main building of the stronghold, more than a dozen windows were smashed open at the same time.

A dozen elite figures carrying RPG rocket launchers appeared at the edge of the window and the rooftop.

The dark launch tubes, from different angles, simultaneously locked onto the figure wearing a pink helmet in the center of the yard.

Flames trailing long plumes of smoke shot out from different windows and rooftops, weaving a web of death in mid-air.

Those were a dozen or so RPG-7 rockets.

They sealed off all the space Lin Ye could dodge in all directions, creating an absolute saturation zone of attack.

On the distant sand dunes, Su Qingqing saw this scene through her binoculars, and her heart almost stopped beating.

ended.

With this level of firepower, even a main battle tank charging in would be blown to bits.

How can flesh and blood withstand it?

However, just as those dozen or so rockets were about to hit their target...

A sharp, needle-like pain shot through Lin Ye's cerebral cortex.

The alarm for "basic crisis prediction" was ringing out in his mind at its highest level!

His body reacted even faster than his mind.

Lin Ye's knees suddenly bent inward, and he was forced to lower himself at an angle that defied the structure of human joints.

A rocket grazed his scalp.

Immediately afterwards, he exerted force from his waist, and his body twisted to the extreme to the left like a boneless noodle.

Two more rockets grazed his side, the force of the blast making his trousers flutter loudly.

Slide shovel!

roll!

sideways!

Lin Ye's every move was simple and direct, yet utterly incomprehensible.

He moved with almost dance-like ease through the barrage of rockets that formed a deathly spectacle.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A dozen rockets landed on the open ground behind him almost simultaneously, exploding into towering fireballs.

A violent shockwave from the explosion swept in, lifting sand and gravel several meters into the air.

Although Lin Ye dodged all the direct hits, he was still thrown off balance by the violent shockwave.

He steadied himself and glanced down.

The white T-shirt he was wearing, which was printed with "Hope of the Whole Village," was torn open by shrapnel from the explosion, revealing his well-defined pectoral muscles.

Lin Ye's movements suddenly froze.

He stretched out his fingers and carefully pinched the wound, his eyes changing.

A surge of anger, even stronger than when he had just faced a dozen rockets, shot straight from the depths of his heart to the top of his head.

"My clothes!"

Lin Ye's voice trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly.

This is a new outfit he bought for 29.9 yuan on Pinduoduo!

It got ruined just like that!

If you ruin your clothes, how can you guarantee that you'll look presentable at work?

"You guys...pay me back for my clothes!"

Lin Ye suddenly raised his head, and for the first time, a burning anger belonging to a working-class person ignited in his clear eyes.

He didn't even glance at the rocket launcher operators who were preparing to load their second rounds of ammunition, and simply threw the two M249s in his hands onto the ground.

He reached behind him and unzipped the red, white, and blue snakeskin bag, then reached inside.

next second.

What he pulled out of the bag was not a gun, nor any heavy weapon.

Instead, they were handfuls of oval-shaped, dark green lumps of iron.

High-explosive grenades!

There were more than a dozen of them!

Lin Ye grabbed five or six potatoes in one hand and another five or six in the other, looking like a vendor who had just bought potatoes at the market.

At the windows on the second and third floors, the rocket launcher operators had just loaded new ammunition into the launch tubes and were preparing to fire again.

They saw the guy in the pink helmet in the middle of the yard suddenly make an extremely strange move.

He took a step forward with his left foot, leaned back, and swung his right arm in a wide arc, like a professional baseball player throwing a ball.

The muscles in his arm bulged instantly, veins popped out, and he threw the grenade, which weighed only a few hundred grams, at an exaggerated speed!

call out--!

The grenade traced a straight, almost invisible path through the air.

"puff!"

A soft sound.

The grenade flew with perfect accuracy through a window on the third floor that was only half a meter wide.

Behind the window, a member of the Venomous Fangs who had just slung a rocket launcher over his shoulder froze instantly.

He stared blankly at the dark green metal lump that rolled to his feet, his mind a complete blank.

Boom! ...

Violent flames erupted from the window, accompanied by agonizing screams and shattered limbs.

The entire room was blown up and left in a mess.

This is not over yet!

Lin Ye's movements did not stop at all; his arm moved like a high-speed machine, throwing out one grenade after another.

call out!call out!call out!

Each grenade, like a cruise missile with eyes, flew precisely into different windows and rooftop positions.

He alone is like a mobile human mortar!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Continuous explosions echoed across the second and third floors of the stronghold building.