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

Lin Ye frowned as he listened to the other party's pleas for mercy.

intelligence?

Key?

He had absolutely no interest in those things.

He only wanted to know one thing.

"Which card are your salaries deposited into?" Lin Ye looked at the Ghost Captain seriously. "Tell me your Swiss bank card PIN."

Just as Lin Ye was preparing to wrap up this final "performance"...

Woo-woo-woo-woo!

A deafening roar of propellers, growing louder as it approached, came from the depths of the night sky without warning!

A sudden gust of wind arose, whipping up a cloud of yellow sand that made it impossible for people to open their eyes.

A jet-black, menacing-looking steel behemoth, as if it had flown out of hell, appeared in the sky above the town.

Apache attack helicopter!

Beneath the fuselage, the muzzle of the 30mm chain gun was slowly rotating, and a scarlet dot of light locked onto Lin Ye, who was standing on the ground, with unparalleled precision!

"Da da da da da—!"

Without any warning, raging flames spewed from the cannon muzzle.

These aren't rifle bullets; they're high-explosive rounds capable of easily tearing through light armor!

The ground beneath Lin Ye's feet was plowed open by a volley of shells the instant he dodged, creating deep craters the size of washbasins, with mud, sand, and gravel flying everywhere.

He could even feel the scorching heat from the explosion, which made the hairs on his calves stand on end.

The Ghost Captain, kneeling on the ground, was terrified, his face ashen, and his crotch was wet and hot.

"It's headquarters...it's headquarters' 'cleaners'! They're going to kill me too!"

Lin Ye frowned, annoyed that this guy was too noisy.

He grabbed the Ghost Captain by the collar, as if he were carrying a chick, and charged towards a relatively intact two-story building next to him.

"Bang!"

Lin Ye kicked open the rickety wooden door to the basement, threw the Ghost Captain inside like a sack, and then slipped inside himself.

Shells followed his figure, riddling the exterior wall of the small building with holes, with concrete fragments and steel bars falling down with a clatter.

The entire basement was shaking violently, and dust was falling in clumps.

The Ghost Captain huddled in the corner, clutching his head, trembling like a leaf.

"It's no use! It's no use! That's a 'Longbow Apache'! It's armed with Hellfire missiles! We'll all be blown to bits! We're doomed!"

He screamed incoherently, completely consumed by the fear of death.

Lin Ye rubbed his ears, which were still numb from the shockwaves, and listened to the continuous explosions outside. He then looked at the collapsed "performance" in the corner.

"Shut up."

He walked over and slapped her across the face.

Snapped!

A crisp sound.

Captain Ghost's eyes rolled back, his head tilted to one side, and he fainted on the spot.

The world is finally peaceful again.

Lin Ye finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaned against the wall, and began to think seriously.

"The third wave of bonuses is a god-tier skill... This helicopter should count towards the third wave's KPI, right? The system shouldn't renege on its promise, should it?"

As he was making his calculations, the explosions overhead suddenly became more frequent and violent.

boom!

boom!

Rumble—!

That wasn't the sound of a machine gun, it was a rocket!

The helicopter pilots found that the machine guns could not effectively damage the targets hiding in the basement, so they switched to the weapon system and began indiscriminately bombarding the entire area with rocket pods.

One abandoned building after another collapsed in the flames, and the entire town was instantly transformed into a burning inferno.

The basement where Lin Ye was located was also subjected to a violent impact, with jagged cracks appearing in the ceiling and large chunks of cement and bricks constantly falling down.

Just then, an exceptionally loud explosion came from not far away.

Lin Ye suddenly looked up; he could clearly sense that it was the direction of the water tower!

His heart skipped a beat.

An ominous premonition, even stronger than the one he had just been hit in the face with a dozen RPG shots, instantly enveloped him.

Ignoring the falling rubble, he rushed up the stairs, kicked open the warped wooden door, and poked his head out from the basement.

Lin Ye's pupils contracted sharply at just one glance, and his breath caught in his throat.

In the distance, the rusty metal water tower had been blown in half, the huge tank trailing black smoke and flames as it collapsed with a roar, crashing heavily into the ruins.

And his secondhand laptop, which he bought for two thousand dollars...

Along with those two hard-won stable signals, they were all reduced to cosmic dust in that explosion.

Lin Ye stood there, staring blankly at the sea of ​​fire.

The cold, robotic notification sound of the League of Legends client still seemed to echo in his mind.

Your teammates have initiated a surrender vote.

[Due to your prolonged inactivity, you have been marked as AFK by the system, and your reputation score has been reduced by 5.]

An indescribable grief and anger erupted from the depths of his chest like a volcano!

"My computer..."

Lin Ye's voice trembled, and his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"I...I just made it to the Silver promotion series!!!"

The anger of the working class was completely ignited at this moment!

That wasn't just a simple secondhand laptop; it was his only source of emotional support in a foreign land!

It is his haven to relax after a hard day's work!

He is his hope of reaching the King rank!

Now, it's all gone!

"Aaaaaaahh ...

Lin Ye looked up and let out a roar that was suppressed to the extreme, his clear eyes burning with an unprecedented raging flame.

He turned around abruptly and ripped open the red, white, and blue snakeskin bag on the ground.

"Splash—"

Instead of carefully rummaging through the contents as before, he roughly dumped out the bundles of US dollars, gold bars, and diamonds, scattering them all over the floor.

He didn't even glance at the wealth.

His hand groped around at the bottom of the empty snakeskin bag.

Then, under the horrified gaze of the helicopter pilot...

Lin Ye pulled out three thick, already loaded RPG-7 individual rocket launchers one after another from that seemingly ordinary snakeskin bag!

He was carrying one in each hand and another under his other arm, looking like a wholesaler who had just returned from an armory.

Lin Ye raised his head, his blood-red eyes fixed on the steel behemoth circling in the sky.

He did not seek any more cover.

[Basic Crisis Prediction] Fully Activated!

The helicopter's cannon fire, the trajectory of the rockets, and every tiny movement of the pilot adjusting the angle were all visualized in his mind as absolutely safe death routes.

He moved.

Amidst the blazing ruins, Lin Ye's figure transformed into a ghostly silhouette, almost imperceptible to the naked eye.

He ran across the collapsed walls, leaped over the burning beams, and moved with ease through the gaps in the machine gun barrage.

The Apache pilot was covered in cold sweat as he frantically maneuvered the machine gun, trying to lock onto the target moving at high speed on the ground.

But that figure was too fast, too eerie!

Every time the radar was about to lock on, the opponent would always make an evasive maneuver half a second in advance, causing all his attacks to miss.

"Damn it! He's not human! He's a monster!" the driver yelled frantically into the communicator.