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

Lin Ye picked up the key, shone it in the light, and nodded in satisfaction.

He stood up, glanced around at the terrified crowd in the hall, and asked in an unquestionable tone, "Where is the vault?"

One of the closest militants pointed with a trembling finger at a huge oil painting behind the sofa.

Lin Ye walked over, ripped off the oil painting, revealing a hidden keyhole behind it.

He inserted the golden key and turned it casually a few times.

"Click".

A crisp unlocking sound rang out.

The heavy walls slowly slid open to both sides, revealing a deep staircase leading underground.

Lin Ye whistled, hoisted the snakeskin bag onto his shoulder, and walked inside without looking back.

The door to the underground vault was pushed open.

When Lin Ye saw the scene inside, he couldn't help but gasp.

It wasn't as glittering and precious as I had imagined.

Here, there is only the purest, most primal, and most violent impact of wealth!

Stacks of gold bars, taller than a person, reflected a dazzling light under the lamps.

Bundles of brand-new hundred-dollar bills, sealed with bank seals, were piled up like bricks, covering an entire wall.

In the corner, several open boxes were casually tossed about, filled with diamonds the size of pigeon eggs and various gemstones.

"Oh my god..."

Lin Ye's eyes blazed with the purest, most ecstatic joy a working-class person feels when they see they've won 50 million in the lottery!

He threw off the snakeskin bag from his shoulder and pounced on the flock of sheep like a wolf that hadn't eaten for three days, directly into the pile of gold bars and rolled around happily.

"We've struck gold! We've hit the KPIs max! Our year-end bonuses are piling up!"

He laughed wildly and rubbed the gold bars against his body, feeling the cold yet solid touch.

It took him a full half minute to come back to his senses from his extreme excitement.

The important matter is the priority.

Lin Ye stood up, clapped his hands, and then opened the seemingly ordinary red, white, and blue snakeskin bag.

Instead of using his hands, he started "shoveling" directly with a bag, just like a diligent sanitation worker!

"Splash—"

He shoveled piles of gold bars and US dollars into the seemingly bottomless bag.

The burlap sack bulged at a visible speed, but Lin Ye still didn't stop.

He even knelt on the ground, carefully picked up the few coins scattered on the ground, blew off the dust, and solemnly put them into his pocket.

The principle of working people: Every grain must be harvested, and not a single thread should be wasted!

A dozen minutes later, the vault, which had been piled high with gold, became cleaner than Lin Ye's face.

Lin Ye struggled to seal the ridiculously heavy but incredibly elastic snakeskin bag, hoisted it onto his shoulder, and panted heavily.

"No, we can't come all this way for nothing. We haven't even been reimbursed for the gas and our troubles yet."

His eyes darted around, and carrying the money bag, he walked out of the vault and strolled into the base's armory through another passage.

Looking at the warehouse full of RPGs, C4 explosives, and various types of ammunition, Lin Ye revealed a mischievous smile.

He casually picked up a few pieces of C4, skillfully attached booby trap fuses, and stuffed them into several inconspicuous ammunition boxes.

After doing all this, he was satisfied and carried the snakeskin bag back the way he came, leaving the base, which was now practically defunct, without making a sound.

Back at the vehicle hiding place, Lin Ye threw the heavy snakeskin bag onto the passenger seat, then jumped into the driver's seat and started the car.

After the jeep had driven a few kilometers, Lin Ye took out a remote detonator from the armory and pressed the red button.

Goodbye, everyone.

He stepped on the gas without looking back.

Behind me, on the distant horizon.

A huge fireball rose silently into the air, illuminating half the night sky as if it were daytime.

Immediately afterwards, a deafening explosion, like rolling thunder, swept across the entire desert!

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Meanwhile, at the temporary joint command headquarters of the "Destroy Luo Alliance".

The Alliance's commander-in-chief, codenamed "Black Hawk," was watching the final surveillance footage from the "Crimson Scimitar" headquarters on the screen.

In the scene, a young man wearing floral shorts is humming a tune as he sweeps the last gold bar into the vault with a huge snakeskin bag.

Then, the screen went black and the signal was lost.

"Report! A massive explosion has occurred at the 'Crimson Scimitar' base! We can't contact any members of the Crimson Scimitar team anymore; they're presumably wiped out!"

For the first time, cracks appeared on Black Hawk's usually cold face, and his voice became shrill with extreme shock.

"He...he did it all by himself?!"

"Pass on my order! Put the 'Desert Wolf' and 'Mafia' bases on high alert immediately!"

"Set up all the heavy machine guns at the gate! Send all the rocket launcher operators to the wall! Don't let a single fly in!"

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Two hours later.

The headquarters of the "Desert Wolves".

The piercing alarm blared throughout the camp, and countless militants rushed out of the barracks like a swarm of wasps whose nest had been disturbed.

The base commander was a fat man with a face full of scars.

He was standing at the gate, shouting at the top of his lungs as he directed his men to pile sandbags and barbed wire at the entrance.

"Quickly! Hurry up! Set up those two M2 Brownings! Ammunition boxes! Bring all the ammunition boxes over here!"

He had barely finished yelling when a subordinate rushed over in a panic: "Boss, our...our main generator seems to be broken, the searchlights and the power grid won't turn on!"

"Fuck! Why did it have to happen now of all times!" The fat commander kicked the sandbag next to him in anger.

Just then, a powerful engine roar came from afar, like thunder.

The fat commander's heart skipped a beat. He abruptly raised his head and looked out at the dark base gate.

Suddenly, two blinding headlights blazed on in the darkness, like the eyes of a steel behemoth.

The next second, the military jeep they knew so well, belonging to their own patrol team, crashed into them with a reckless, unstoppable speed!

"boom--!!!"

The sandbags and barbed wire that had just been piled up were as fragile as paper in the face of absolute speed and power.

The jeep, like a raging rhinoceros, smashed its way through and stormed into the base!

"Fire! Turn it into a sieve!"

The fat commander let out a terrified scream.