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

The convoy braked suddenly less than fifty meters from Lin Ye, sending a cloud of sand flying at them.

The car door slammed open, and more than thirty burly thugs armed with AKs jumped out, their bodies reeking of sweat, cheap cigarettes, and gunpowder.

The leader was a one-eyed man with a hideous scar running from his forehead to his chin.

He held a crumpled, printed wanted poster in his hand, comparing it to the thin figure struggling to push a small electric scooter not far away.

"Hahaha! That's him! No doubt about it! Floral shorts, pink helmet!"

One-Eyed Dragon crumpled the wanted poster into a ball, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it twice with his mud-covered military boots, letting out an extremely arrogant laugh.

"Fifty million US dollars! I thought it was some kind of three-headed, six-armed monster, but it turns out it's just this yellow-skinned monkey!"

The thugs behind him burst into laughter, their eyes filled with greed and mockery as they looked at Lin Ye as if he were a walking pile of US dollars.

"Boss, isn't using a gun too lenient on him? How about we have the guys use knives to chop him into pieces and send him to headquarters? We can get a bigger paycheck that way!"

"That's right! Such valuable goods need to be prepared slowly!"

One-Eyed Dragon nodded in satisfaction. He didn't even bother to draw the pistol from his waist. Instead, he pulled out a rusty machete from his back waist, slung it over his shoulder, and strode toward Lin Ye with an air of indifference.

Lin Ye stopped pushing the cart.

He looked at this group of menacing guys, who seemed eager to make sure everyone knew they were bad people, and instead of being nervous, he showed a hint of curiosity.

He asked earnestly, "Excuse me, are you employees of the 'Destroy Luo Alliance'?"

One-Eyed was taken aback by the absurd question, then laughed even more wildly: "Kid, you still dare to talk back when you're about to die? That's right, I'm the captain of the 'Desert Wolf' squad! What, want to kneel down and beg for mercy?"

Lin Ye ignored his sarcasm and continued to ask seriously, as if conducting an employee satisfaction survey:

"Does your boss pay for your social insurance and housing fund contributions?"

The air fell silent for two seconds.

Then came an even more intense, deafening burst of laughter.

"Hahaha! Five social insurances and one housing fund? Has this kid lost his mind?"

"What does he take us for? White-collar workers in an office building?"

"Boss, stop wasting your breath on him, I'm about to laugh myself to death!"

The one-eyed man was laughing so hard tears were almost streaming down his face. He pointed his machete at Lin Ye and said breathlessly, "Kid, today I'll show you what our company's 'corporate culture' is all about!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a ferocious killing intent.

He roared and swung his machete at Lin Ye's neck!

The surrounding thugs were all eager to see a good show, waiting to witness the bloody scene of this arrogant young man being beheaded with a single blow.

However, Lin Ye simply stood still, without even making a move to dodge.

Just moments before the machete touched his skin.

He moved.

There were no fancy moves, no warning signs whatsoever.

He simply raised his right hand to meet the cleaver coming at him, and with a simple slap, he delivered a fatal blow.

Snapped!

A sharp, eerie sound drowned out all the engine roars and laughter.

That wasn't the sound of a cleaver striking flesh.

It was the sound of a slap hitting a face.

The one-eyed man's enormous head looked as if it had been hit head-on by a speeding dump truck, completing two and a half rotations, more than 720 degrees, around his neck.

The ferocious expression on his face remained frozen, his body still in a forward-leaning posture, but his head had been twisted to a completely inhuman angle, facing his own back.

"Thump."

The headless corpse of the one-eyed dragon fell straight to the ground, kicking up a small cloud of dust.

The heavy machete fell with a clang a few meters away, still trembling slightly.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The smiles on the faces of all the thugs seemed to have been paused, frozen in place.

They watched helplessly as their leader, a ruthless man who could strangle a camel with his bare hands, was... slapped to death...?

"Fire...fire!!"

The closest thug was the first to react. He let out a scream filled with fear and a shaky voice, frantically raised his AK, and frantically pulled the trigger at Lin Ye.

"Da da da da da—!"

Gunshots shattered the silence.

The remaining thugs, as if waking from a dream, raised their weapons and unleashed a hail of bullets at the figure standing beside the corpse.

In an instant, sparks flew and bullets crisscrossed, forming an impenetrable web of death.

However, Lin Ye's figure transformed into a blurry ghost amidst the barrage of comments.

[Advanced Crisis Prediction] Activated.

He didn't even try to dodge; he simply strolled through the hail of bullets as if taking a leisurely walk after dinner.

The bullet grazed the hem of his clothes and struck the sand at his feet, kicking up a trail of dust, but it didn't even touch the fabric of his floral shorts.

Before one of the ruthless bandits could even change his magazine, Lin Ye's figure appeared in front of him as if by teleportation.

The bandit's pupils reflected Lin Ye's expressionless face. He opened his mouth in terror, but couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Ye raised a foot and gently kicked him in the lower abdomen.

boom!

The burly man, weighing over 200 pounds, had his ribs cracking as he was sent flying backward like a boiled shrimp, crashing into a pickup truck behind him.

Solve one.

Lin Ye didn't stop moving. He turned his body to the side, dodging a shot from a heavy machine gun on the top of an armored vehicle. At the same time, he swung his elbow back and struck another ruthless bandit in the temple from the side.

The man's head looked like a smashed egg, with red and white matter splattering everywhere.

Less than a minute.

The gunfire stopped abruptly.

On the highway, apart from the two armored vehicles that were still roaring in vain, there was no one else standing.

More than thirty corpses, in various contorted positions, covered the sandy area.

Lin Ye stood in the middle of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, disgustedly shaking the warm liquid off his hands.

"Tsk, not even one who can fight."

He muttered something, then squatted down and began his favorite part.

He skillfully searched through the corpses, unceremoniously collecting the cash from their pockets, the gold watches on their wrists, and the gold chains around their necks into his red, white, and blue snakeskin bag.

"Poor wretch."

"This is alright, it's actually a Rolex."

"Huh? There's also a Hua Zi? This is good, I'll take it."

After looting, Lin Ye stood up with satisfaction and turned his gaze to the front of the convoy, to the military jeep that looked the newest and best-maintained.

He stepped forward, patted the scorching hot hood, and nodded in satisfaction.

"This mode of transportation is quite nice, confiscated."

"Just consider it an official car specially provided for me by my boss because of my outstanding performance."

He opened the car door, tossed the heavy snakeskin bag onto the passenger seat, and plopped himself into the driver's seat.

The key is inserted in it.

Lin Ye turned the key, and the engine roared powerfully.

He stepped on the gas.

The jeep roared, its tires kicking up clouds of dust on the sand, and like an arrow released from a bow, it sped straight toward the first red circle marked on the map.