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

In an instant, dozens of AKs and several light machine guns that had just been set up spewed fire, and the dense bullets, like a rain of metal, instantly enveloped the jeep.

The car window shattered instantly, and countless sparks flew off the car.

However, just as the jeep crashed into the crowd, several dark, egg-sized metal objects were carelessly thrown out of the broken windows and rolled to the feet of the crowd.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

That wasn't an explosion; it was a blinding flash of light and a noise that ripped your eardrums!

Shock bomb!

All the approaching militants instantly felt as if a sun had been shoved into their eyes and ears. They screamed, threw down their guns, and rolled on the ground in agony, clutching their heads.

The car door was kicked open.

Under the cover of the bright light, Lin Ye's figure, like a ghost, rushed into the chaotic crowd.

[Advanced Combat Techniques] Unleashed in full force!

He was too lazy to even use a gun, because he believed that solving problems with his fists was more efficient.

He threw a punch, hitting a burly man squarely in the chest. The man's sternum shattered, and he flew backward, knocking over a group of his still-groaning companions.

He swung his elbow and shattered another man's throat.

He raised his leg and delivered a powerful whip kick, sweeping three enemies who were trying to sneak up on him from behind to the ground, the sound of bones breaking clearly audible.

This so-called battle was less of a battle and more of a one-sided, efficient cleanup operation.

Ten minutes later, the base returned to silence.

Lin Ye clapped his hands and walked to the most impressive-looking building, looking at the heavy alloy door studded with copper nails.

He was too lazy to even look for the keys.

"Bang!"

One kick.

The door dented inward, and the hinges groaned under the strain.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two more kicks.

The entire door panel collapsed with a crash.

He swaggered in and easily found the underground vault.

Looking at the neatly stacked gold bars and US dollars inside, Lin Ye whistled and opened his red, white, and blue snakeskin bag again.

"Splash..."

The sound of wealth flowing into your pocket is the most beautiful music in the world.

This time, his snakeskin bag was noticeably more bulging, and there was even a tiny tear at the edge of the bag opening.

"Tsk, the quality is a bit subpar." Lin Ye frowned and muttered, "I'll have to get a sturdier one when I get back."

An hour and a half later.

The base of the "Mafia".

Lin Ye didn't even bother driving; he simply carried an RPG-7 that he had casually taken from the "Desert Wolf" armory and stood outside the base gate.

He sighed as he looked at the equally sturdy steel gate.

"Ugh, hurry up, we still have to go to the next place."

He slung the rocket launcher over his shoulder, pointed it at the gate, and casually pulled the trigger.

"boom--!!!"

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After looting three bases in succession, Lin Ye found a relatively clean piece of ruins and sat down.

He placed the burlap sack, which was almost stretched into a ball, in front of him, unzipped it, and began to tally up his "KPIs" for the day.

Golden gold bars, green US dollars, and some diamonds that shimmered with brilliance.

He pulled out a few heavy silver bars from inside, weighed them in his hand, and his face showed undisguised disgust.

"This thing is heavy, cheap, and takes up a lot of space."

He casually tossed the silver bars, which could have bought a house outside, into the nearby pile of rubble like trash.

After doing all this, Lin Ye looked at his snakeskin bag, which was about to burst open, and uttered a happy yet simple worry.

"Oops, the bag strap is too small."

"I should have brought a suitcase when I left home."

Dragon Kingdom, underground command center.

All the generals stood, staring intently at the huge military map on the wall.

In less than five hours, the red lights at the three core strongholds of the "Destroy Luo Alliance" went out one after another.

The entire command center was so quiet that you could hear each other's heartbeats.

"This...this efficiency..." an old general stammered, "Even our Dongfeng Express wouldn't be this fast, would they?"

······

Just then, the screen switched to a surveillance view of the ruins of the "Mafia" base.

After counting his spoils, Lin Ye stood up and walked to a camera with its red light still on.

He faced the camera and slowly raised his middle finger.

Then, using mouth movements, he said, word by word:

"Paying back debts is a matter of course."

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Three impregnable bases and three thousand heavily armed elite troops vanished overnight.

The vault was completely looted; even the copper coins on the ground were pried off. The armory exploded, and not a single intact gun barrel could be found.

Survivors?

zero.

According to the final surveillance footage, there was only one target that caused all of this.

An Asian youth wearing floral shorts, a pink children's helmet, and carrying a red, white, and blue snakeskin bag.

"He's not human...he's not human! He's a devil! A devil who crawled out of hell!"

One of the alliance's top logistics officers could no longer withstand the suffocating pressure. He suddenly jumped up from his chair, waving his arms wildly as if he were insane, his face covered in snot and tears.

"Give him the money back! Quickly! We'll unfreeze his account right now! Give him all the money back! And double it! As long as he stops!"

"Why did we provoke such a monster?!"

Black Hawk slowly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes fixed on his mentally broken companion.

"Bang!"

He drew the golden Desert Eagle from his waist and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The executive's head snapped back, revealing a bloody hole between his eyebrows. He fell straight backward, crashing through a group of tables and chairs.

The remaining people in the command post were so frightened that they stopped breathing.

"Thaw now?"

Black Hawk's voice was hoarse as he surveyed the silent crowd, a morbid madness creeping across his face.

"If we return the money to him now, our 'Destroy Luo Alliance' will become the biggest joke in the entire dark web—no, the entire underworld—in the last decade!"

"We haven't lost yet!" he roared, slamming his fist on the map. "We still have trump cards! We still have Base Four! We still have tens of thousands of brothers! We still have tanks! We still have heavy artillery!"

"Pass on my order!" Black Hawk's finger slammed into a point on the map. "Contract! Assemble all mobile personnel and all equipment at Base Four—'Iron Fortress'!"

"I want to prepare an iron tomb for him there, with fifty T-72 main battle tanks, one hundred BMP infantry fighting vehicles, and three hundred heavy machine guns!"

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at the same time.

On the banks of an unnamed stream, dozens of kilometers away from the battlefield.

Lin Ye was squatting in the clear river water, humming a little tune, carefully washing the blue flip-flops on his feet.

"Tsk, there was too much blood on it, it was sticky and slippery when it dried, I almost twisted my ankle."

He swiped the brush while muttering complaints under his breath.

After washing them clean, he placed his flip-flops on a sun-baked hot stone to dry, while he sat barefoot in the battered military jeep, fiddling with a captured tactical communicator.

Suddenly, a series of hoarse roars, mixed with static, came from inside.

"...Assemble everyone at Base Four! Get all the tanks and heavy artillery there! I'll make sure he dies a horrible death!"

Lin Ye picked at his ear, a strange expression on his face.

He turned off the communicator, scratched his head, and muttered to himself, "They've all been brought together?"