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

This feeling is like giving your body a free, top-tier physical armor, from the inside out!

Lin Ye slowly lowered his head and opened his palm.

His skin was still the same skin, but when he clenched his fist, he could feel a terrifyingly solid power within it.

His eyes flickered, and he bent down to pick up a piece of aircraft skin with a sharp edge, like a knife blade, from the pile of still-steaming Apache wreckage on the ground.

Without the slightest hesitation, he gripped the sharp shard and, with all his might, slashed it down on his left arm!

Inside a mobile command vehicle a hundred kilometers away, Su Qingqing saw this scene through high-definition footage transmitted by a drone and screamed in terror, "No! What are you doing!"

However, the next second, something happened that made everyone's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets.

Clang!

A crisp sound, like metal breaking, rang out.

The special alloy shard, powerful enough to easily slice through steel plates, broke in two the instant it touched Lin Ye's skin!

The break was clean, as if it had been snapped off by something harder.

Lin Ye raised his arm and examined it closely.

There wasn't even a white mark left on it, let alone a wound.

Holy crap!

Lin Ye's eyes lit up instantly, with the ecstatic joy of discovering a new continent!

He wasn't happy because he had become invulnerable.

He was happy because...

"With this thing, I won't even need to spend money on bulletproof vests when I work!"

Lin Ye slapped his thigh excitedly, a genuine and simple smile spreading across his face.

"Those heartless capitalists won't make a single penny off my equipment depreciation costs! Zero-cost start-up! This is the ultimate form of working life!"

He happily took out his phone and opened the bank's app.

Looking at the string of zeros after his account balance, which he had counted several times, Lin Ye felt like he was about to float away.

Not counting the $8.5 million he just squeezed out of the ghost, the salary he received from the system alone has already made him a bona fide billionaire.

Lin Ye let out a long sigh, looked up at the land ravaged by war, and sighed sincerely.

"Everyone says the Middle East is covered in oil, but I think it's practically covered in gold!"

"This place is simply paradise for us working people!"

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The homepage of the dark web forum at this time.

On the black-and-red page, a bold, pinned post is refreshing comments at a rate of thousands per second.

The poster is an official representative of Shadow Network.

Notification Regarding Mission Failure in the Arkham Region and Increased Danger Level of Target "Shura"

Below the post were several blurry satellite photos.

The first image shows the twisted corpses of the entire Stinger squad, including the cyborg injected with the banned drug, whose neck was bent at a ninety-degree angle.

The second picture shows the remains of the Shadow Blade squad on the water tower, with broken military daggers scattered all over the ground.

The last image shows the moment an Apache helicopter disintegrates and explodes in mid-air, with a figure on the ground vaguely visible wearing shorts and carrying a rocket launcher.

The comments section exploded.

"Fake news, right? One person took down three elite squads?"

"Even the Cleaner helicopter got shot down? That guy in the photo is actually using an RPG to shoot down a helicopter? Is that something a human could do?"

"Look at the bounty poster!"

Page redirection.

On the first page of the assassination list, a name codenamed "Shura" suddenly appeared in the top ten.

Bounty: 30 million US dollars!

Following this was a line of blood-red notes: Extremely dangerous. The target is proficient in heavy firepower and top-level melee combat. It is recommended to deploy an armored company or higher. Individual missions are not permitted.

"Thirty million? I wouldn't go even if you gave me the fraction of that!"

"This isn't about killing people, it's about delivering sales targets!"

"I'm outta here. I'm definitely not going to the Middle East anytime soon. That place is haunted."

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The underground command center in the capital city.

The image on the big screen froze on Lin Ye's back as he carried the snakeskin bag away from the ruins.

Chief Li picked up the cup of tea on the table, which had long since gone cold, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Notify the Secret Service immediately!"

He turned to look at the intelligence chief, his voice booming.

"Send your most elite agents to Lin Ye's hometown! Secretly protect his parents and all his relatives!"

"Remember, secretly! Don't disturb the old man, and don't let them notice anything amiss! If even a single hair is missing, I'll hold you responsible!"

The intelligence chief nodded repeatedly and quickly took notes on the tablet.

"By the way!" Chief Li paced back and forth in the conference room, his face flushed, "What level of university is Jiangcheng College of Arts and Sciences?"

"I checked, it's a second-tier university," an advisor reported quietly.

"A second-tier university?" Commander Li's eyes widened. "Bullshit! A national treasure like him, capable of single-handedly wiping out an entire battalion, what need does he have for a second-tier university!"

"Arrange for him to be admitted immediately! He can choose Tsinghua or Peking University, and he can choose any major he wants!"

"If he doesn't want to attend class, just register him! He'll get full marks on the exam!"

"If he's playing games in his dorm, we'll have the principal personally bring him water and install internet! The counselor will get him food!"

"In short, there's only one principle: treat him with the highest level of care and keep him in the country! Anyone who dares to mistreat him will be dismissed!"

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On the other side, Su Qingqing sat in the mobile command vehicle.

She looked at the specially made communicator in her hand.

The screen showed that the Ministry of Finance had just completed a cross-border transfer.

Ten million US dollars were deposited into the Swiss account provided by Lin Ye, without missing a single penny.

Su Qingqing rubbed her sore temples.

She recalled Lin Ye's hesitant tone on the phone, as if he wouldn't act until he saw the benefit, and felt a sense of helplessness.

This guy single-handedly wiped out so many terrorist organizations without even blinking.

As soon as money was mentioned, his eyes lit up like searchlights.

The idea of ​​working to earn money is practically ingrained in his very being.

On a highway on the edge of the desert in the Arkham region.

A night breeze blew by, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Lin Ye patted the "fragile" delivery box, which he had sealed tightly with tape, with satisfaction.

A live animal worth ten million US dollars must be properly packaged to avoid damage or impact on national acceptance.

He hummed a little tune, lit up his phone screen again, and prepared to admire his shiny bank account balance one last time before finding a place to have a good sleep and wait for Su Qingqing to send someone to "pick up the package".

However, when the familiar Golden Key app interface loaded, the expected string of exhilarating numbers did not appear.

Instead, a pop-up warning in bold, blood-red font took up the entire screen.

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