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

The smile on Lin Ye's face froze inch by inch.

He blinked, thinking it was just a hallucination caused by poor internet in this crappy place in the Middle East.

He exited the app, cleared the background processes, took a deep breath, and solemnly clicked into it again.

The blood-red pop-up window stubbornly occupies the screen.

The color drained from Lin Ye's face at a visible speed.

He shook his phone violently and then slapped the back of the phone twice.

The pop-up window remained completely still.

An indescribable, extreme emotion, a mixture of betrayal and rage, burst forth from the earth's crust like magma deep within the mantle, rushing straight to the top of one's head!

That wasn't the composure one displays when being chased, nor the indifference one shows when facing a powerful enemy.

That was a raging fury that came from the blatant invasion of the purest, sacred realm belonging to the working class!

The surrounding air temperature seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in that instant.

The flames on the still-burning plane wreckage seemed to have shrunk a bit.

Just then, the roar of an engine came from afar.

Three black SUVs bearing diplomatic license plates from the Dragon Kingdom came to an abrupt stop a short distance away, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The car door opened, and seven or eight elite members of the Chinese Special Operations Bureau, dressed in black combat uniforms, with solemn expressions and exuding a sharp and capable aura, rushed out.

The captain was about to reveal his identity when he suddenly stopped, as if frozen in place.

An indescribable, almost tangible sense of terror emanated from the young man in front of them, wearing floral shorts and flip-flops.

That wasn't murderous intent; it was a more pure and primal desire for destruction.

It was as if if they took another step forward, they would be torn to shreds by that aura.

Several battle-hardened special operations elites instinctively reached for their gun holsters, only to find their fingers stiff and unresponsive, cold sweat instantly soaking their backs.

The same thought simultaneously popped into their minds:

"Is the intelligence incorrect?!"

"These aren't our own personnel who need backup; they're clearly a prehistoric beast about to break free of its cage and destroy the world!"

However, Lin Ye didn't even bother to glance at them.

All his attention was focused on the cell phone that was causing his blood pressure to spike.

He ignored the agents who were on high alert, his fingers flying across the screen as he pulled out an encrypted satellite phone number from his contacts and dialed it.

The phone was answered after only one ring.

"Hello, esteemed Mr. Shura, this is Dark Web VIP Customer Service Representative 073, happy to assist you..."

On the other end of the phone came a sweet yet somewhat timid girl's voice.

Why was my account frozen?

Lin Ye spoke, his voice not loud, but cold and devoid of any emotion, like a chilling wind blowing from the depths of hell, making the customer service girl on the other end of the phone shiver.

"Mr. Xiu... Mr. Xiu Luo, please calm down. This is based on the platform's risk assessment agreement..."

"I'm asking you, why?" Lin Ye interrupted her.

The customer service representative was so terrified by the invisible pressure that she almost cried. She stammered, "It's...it's because of the 'Destroy the Alliance'! The seven major terrorist organizations in the Middle East, including the 'Mafia,' the 'Desert Wolves,' and the 'Crimson Scimitar'...they've joined forces and pooled a hundred million US dollars to put pressure on our platform!"

"They demanded that the platform freeze all your financial transactions; otherwise, they would launch indiscriminate attacks on all our dark web's offline trading points in the Middle East!"

The customer service representative's voice trembled with tears: "Sir, we're just a small business platform, we really can't afford to offend them! Please understand..."

Lin Ye listened quietly, his expression unchanged.

But the elite special agents saw that the sand beneath his feet was silently cracking open with fine spiderweb-like patterns centered on him.

"so……"

Lin Ye slowly opened his mouth, his mind taking a turn in a direction that no one had expected.

"You mean these seven unscrupulous companies colluded to create an industry monopoly in order to suppress me, an outstanding employee, and maliciously withheld my hard-earned money?"

The customer service representative on the other end of the phone, along with the special operations team eavesdropping nearby, were all dumbfounded.

Unscrupulous company?

Industry monopoly?

Maliciously withholding hard-earned money?

Brother, these are seven ruthless terrorist organizations!

They have tens of thousands of regular troops and tanks and armored vehicles!

How could you use such... such down-to-earth words to describe them?

"Sir... sir, they're not a company..." The customer service representative felt her worldview being shattered. She trembled as she warned, "They're the most brutal armed force in the Middle East. You... you'd better find a basement and hide there for at least ten years!"

"hide?"

Lin Ye let out a soft laugh, a laugh that carried a chilling madness and violence.

He hung up the phone immediately.

Then he bent down and reached into the snakeskin bag full of heavy weapons, rummaging through it.

Finally, he pulled out a crumpled military map of the Middle East from the bottom, along with a red marker.

The special operations captain, who was in charge, felt a chill run down his spine as he watched this scene.

He steeled himself, cautiously taking two steps forward, and tentatively began, "Mr. Lin... I'm Zero Nine, the leader of the Ninth Operations Team of the Dragon Kingdom Special Operations Bureau. We've been ordered to come and meet you. Where is Ghost? If you're in danger, we can immediately arrange the safest secret evacuation route for you..."

Lin Ye did not answer.

He simply lowered his head and, with that red marker, heavily drew seven blood-stained circles at seven different locations on the map.

After doing all this, he slowly stood up, stuffed the map and pen back into the snakeskin bag, and then, as if carrying a bag of cement, easily tossed the heavy bag onto his shoulder.

He turned around, leaving the group of dumbfounded agents with a desolate yet resolute back view.

"Evacuate?"

Lin Ye's voice drifted lightly from ahead, yet it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Dare to touch my salary card? That's crossing the line."

"Today, I'm going to show them what the physical iron fist of the Labor Law really is!"

With those words out, he strode off into the depths of the desert without looking back.

The special operations captain stood there blankly for a long time before he seemed to remember something.

In an instant, his blood seemed to freeze.

Because the seven locations that Lin Ye circled in red on the map were the headquarters of "Crimson Scimitar," the main base of "Desert Wolf," and the "Mafia" armory...

That was none other than the core stronghold of the "Destroy Luo Alliance," one of the seven major terrorist organizations, with the most heavily guarded and concentrated forces!

He's going to take on a terrifying coalition of tens of thousands of people all by himself?!

The special operations captain suddenly looked up at Lin Ye's back, which was about to disappear into the night, and felt a chill run from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

madman!

This guy is an absolute madman!