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

Meanwhile, inside the headquarters of "Crimson Scimitar".

As one of the initiators of the "Destroy Luo Alliance," the organization's leader, Abdullah, was holding a glass of champagne in front of a huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking his brightly lit steel fortress.

"Hahaha, what a fool who doesn't know his own mortality dares to challenge the authority of our seven major organizations!" Abdullah raised his glass to the group of high-ranking officials around him, his face full of smug satisfaction.

"I've already dispatched my elite patrol team; I reckon his head is already on its way back!"

"Cheers to our victory!"

"Cheers!"

Amidst the clinking of glasses, no one noticed the surveillance footage at the entrance to the base's main road.

A military jeep belonging to the "Desert Wolf" patrol team, which they knew all too well, was breaking through the first checkpoint's barriers at a frenzied speed and heading straight for the core area of ​​the base.

Five kilometers away from the headquarters of "Crimson Scimitar".

Lin Ye turned off the engine and hid the car in the shadow of a sand dune.

Ahead, a brightly lit steel fortress, constructed from shipping containers, barbed wire, and concrete bunkers, stood.

A dozen towering searchlights, their beams of light like the spears of gods, swept back and forth inside and outside the base, weaving together a net of light that left no blind spots.

Squads of heavily armed militants, accompanied by fierce military dogs, patrolled inside and outside the perimeter wall. The noisy footsteps and barking could be heard from a great distance.

"Tsk, these security measures are even stricter than the dorm supervisor's room checks at our high school."

Lin Ye lay prone on the sand dune, observing through binoculars he had taken from the bandit's corpse, muttering to himself.

It's not impossible to force our way in, but that would create too much noise.

What if those idiots get desperate and blow up the vault? Wouldn't his "wage claim" trip be a complete financial disaster?

The word "loss" is absolutely forbidden in the dictionary of working people.

Lin Ye put away the binoculars and closed his eyes.

The ability to [Advanced Crisis Prediction] is activated instantly.

In his perceived world, the imposing fortress before him was instantly covered by countless data streams and trajectory lines.

The movement patterns of the searchlight beams, the patrol routes, the shift changes of the sentries...

Everything has been reduced to calculable variables.

Soon, an absolutely safe infiltration route map, accurate to the second, automatically generated in his mind.

It was a path that was like a ghost, strung together by countless defensive vulnerabilities and blind spots in surveillance.

"Got it."

Lin Ye opened his eyes, leaped down from the sand dune, and left two shallow footprints in the sand with his blue flip-flops.

He carried no heavy weapons, simply slung the red, white, and blue snakeskin bag across his body, and walked unhurriedly toward the death fortress.

Outside the base, in the shadow of a barbed wire fence.

A sentry was yawning listlessly. Just as he was about to light a cigarette, he suddenly felt a slight chill on the back of his neck.

He didn't have time to turn around.

"Click."

A very faint cracking sound of bone breaking.

His head drooped at an odd angle, the cigarette in his hand fell to the ground, and a spark flashed briefly in the darkness.

Lin Ye released his grip, not even glancing at the slumped corpse. With a flash, he silently vaulted over the three-meter-high barbed wire fence and landed steadily inside the base.

The entire process was conducted without making a single unnecessary sound, and even the patrolling military dogs were completely unaware of it.

For the next five minutes, Lin Ye was like a ghost walking in another dimension.

He always managed to appear a step ahead of the patrol team at the corner just as they were about to turn around, swaggering across the middle of an open area through the gaps in the searchlight beams.

Along the way, three snipers and two observers hiding in the shadows had their necks snapped silently by a hand reaching out from behind them, without their knowledge.

They didn't even get a clear look at Lin Ye's face before they went to see their God.

Soon, Lin Ye arrived at the core area of ​​the base without any hindrance.

In front of a three-story white office building.

The building was brightly lit, and the faint sounds of deafening heavy metal music and women's wanton laughter could be heard.

Lin Ye looked up and walked straight to the front door.

Two guards with guns stood at the entrance, swaying their heads to the music.

Lin Ye didn't hide; he just walked over.

One of the guards spotted him and was about to open his mouth to question him.

Lin Ye's figure flashed past his pupils.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two dull thuds.

The heads of the two guards slumped backward like watermelons struck by a battering ram, collapsing limply to the ground.

Lin Ye walked up to the solid wood door with its flamboyant carvings and curled his lip in disdain.

He lifted his right foot, which was wearing flip-flops, and casually kicked it.

"boom--!!!"

The entire door panel, along with the frame, was kicked away by an irresistible force, crashing into the hall and smashing a long table where a wild party was being held to pieces!

The music stopped abruptly.

In the hall, a dozen scantily clad women and armed men reeking of alcohol froze in place, staring in horror at the uninvited guest carrying a snakeskin bag at the door.

On the luxurious sofa at the far end of the hall, the organization's leader, Abdullah, was embracing two blonde beauties on either side. He was startled by this sudden turn of events, and the wine glass in his hand fell to the ground.

"Who...who are you?!" Abdullah shoved the woman next to him away, shouting fiercely but inwardly, his hand instinctively reaching for a gold AK hidden under the sofa.

Lin Ye had no interest in answering his question.

He merely scanned Abdullah's shimmering gold silk robe with a scrutinizing gaze.

"You're the leader?" Lin Ye asked.

Abdullah was taken aback.

The next second, Lin Ye's figure disappeared from the spot.

Abdullah felt a blur before his eyes, and the boy was already in front of him.

He didn't even see the other person's movements clearly; he only felt as if his throat was being gripped tightly by a red-hot iron clamp.

"Well……"

He wanted to call for help, to order his men to fire, but the excruciating pain from his shattered throat prevented him from uttering a single word.

Lin Ye released his grip expressionlessly, letting Abdullah slide off the sofa like a lump of mud. After twitching a few times, he fell silent.

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

The beautiful women huddled together, trembling with fear, while the militants gripped their guns, their palms sweating, but none of them dared to fire the first shot.

Lin Ye ignored everything around him.

He crouched down and began to skillfully search Abdullah's still-warm body.

"Cellphone...wallet...hmm? Swiss Army knife?"

Soon, he pulled a heavy bunch of keys made of pure gold from the inner pocket of Abdullah's robe.