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

Lin Ye held the Gatling gun, which was still emitting a slight white smoke, up horizontally.

The blue fire whip has reappeared in the world!

This time, the target is the front of the tank!

"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat—!"

The sloped armor, which was strong enough to withstand ordinary armor-piercing bullets, was like tofu being pierced by countless steel needles under the continuous lash of the blue fire whip.

Countless bullet holes appeared, expanded, and penetrated the target area at a speed visible to the naked eye!

In less than three seconds, the tank's frontal armor was riddled with holes, like a honeycomb!

Amidst sparks flying, the blue jet of blast precisely poured in, turning the engine and transmission system inside into a pile of scrap metal.

The tank's engine let out a mournful howl, the turret tilted to one side, and it completely broke down, turning into a steel coffin billowing black smoke.

At this point, the remaining tank drivers went completely insane.

"Run! Run!"

"Get out of my way! Get out of my way!"

The steel-clad defenses crumbled instantly in the face of absolute fear.

All the tanks abandoned their attack, and the drivers frantically turned their steering wheels, trying to turn around and escape from this demon.

In the chaos, several tanks even collided, their tracks getting tangled and unable to move.

Even worse, in their haste to escape, some soldiers ran over the fleeing infantry, their screams and the cracking of bones echoing through the air.

Lin Ye, carrying the Gatling gun, walked unhurriedly across the chaotic battlefield, like an elegant butcher, "calling out" each enemy one by one.

He pointed with his hand.

A tank that was frantically turning around had its side armor instantly pierced and exploded.

He pointed his gun.

Another tank, attempting to accelerate away, had its tracks snapped, spinning in place and becoming a sitting duck.

five minutes.

Just five minutes.

The steel wall, constructed from a dozen main battle tanks and on which Black Hawk had placed its hopes, was transformed into a graveyard of burning scrap metal and twisted wreckage.

The smoke of battle slowly dissipated.

The entire battlefield was deathly silent, save for the crackling sound of burning steel.

Lin Ye stopped in his tracks. The barrel of the six-barreled Gatling gun had turned a deep red due to the extreme heat and was emitting wisps of white smoke.

He looked up, his gaze passing over the wreckage of the last tank.

At the far end of that mess, a specially modified, exceptionally sturdy-looking mobile command vehicle stood there all alone, like a fat man stripped naked and shivering.

Lin Ye's face revealed a kind smile, like that of a working person seeing the door to their boss's office.

He carried the Gatling gun, which was still radiating terrifying heat, and walked step by step toward the command vehicle.

Inside the mobile command vehicle, the air seemed to freeze.

Black Hawk gripped the control panel tightly. On the screen, the young face covered in gunpowder and dust was magnified step by step, becoming so clear that even the beads of sweat sliding down his forehead were clearly visible.

In those eyes, there was no bloodthirsty madness, no joy of victory, only the pure frustration of a worker who, just before leaving get off work, discovers there's one last task left undone.

This calm is more chilling than any ferocious expression.

"He...he's coming..."

A communications soldier's voice trembled like a leaf, and the communicator in his hand fell to the ground with a sharp "thud," which sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silence.

Black Hawk's body trembled violently and uncontrollably. His proud army of ten thousand men, the steel torrent that made him famous, couldn't even last half an hour in front of this man.

This is not war.

This is a natural disaster.

He finally realized what kind of being he had provoked.

"Bang."

A soft footstep came from outside the car.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a heavy hammer blow, striking the hearts of everyone inside the command vehicle.

Lin Ye, we've arrived.

He stood in front of the mobile command vehicle, which was even heavier than an armored vehicle, and examined the hydraulic door made of special alloy, which was strong enough to withstand the frontal bombardment of rockets.

He raised his hand, not to pull the complicated door handle, but to spread his five fingers and grip the edge of the car door tightly.

"Creak—!!!"

A sudden, metallic twisting sound rang out!

The terrifying power provided by the [Basic Super Serum] erupted without reservation at this moment!

Under the horrified gazes of everyone inside the car, he tore the bulletproof car door, weighing hundreds of kilograms, off the car body inch by inch!

Countless power lines were snapped, sparking dazzling electrical sparks.

"Clang!"

Lin Ye casually tossed the severely warped door panel several meters away like trash, making a loud bang.

He dusted off his hands, bent down, and walked into the carriage.

A strong, pungent stench wafted from the carriage.

Black Hawk slumped in the corner, a dark water stain rapidly spreading from the crotch of his expensive custom-made trousers.

The once invincible commander-in-chief of the alliance is now like a spineless dog that has lost its backbone.

Lin Ye frowned as he looked at his disheveled appearance, a genuine look of confusion on his face.

He sighed.

"If they hadn't frozen my bank card, none of this would have happened, would it?"

Lin Ye's voice was full of genuine complaints about this inefficient way of communication: "Why do we have to make it so complicated? And you don't even pay overtime."

"Thump!"

Black Hawk, as if grasping at the last straw, scrambled to Lin Ye's feet and clung to his leg, tears streaming down his face.

"I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you! I'll give it to you right away!"

He cried out, repeatedly banging his forehead against the floor beside Lin Ye's feet.

"I'll give you all the Alliance's money! The dark web accounts! The Swiss bank accounts! And all those bearer bonds! It's all yours! I just beg you... please spare my life!"

Lin Ye looked down at the man at his feet who had completely collapsed, but his expression remained unchanged.

He lifted his flip-flop foot, gave it a light shake, and flung the black hawk away.

Then, he stepped on Black Hawk's chest, stopping his attempt to crawl forward.

"Excuse me, boss."

Lin Ye's tone was calm, as if he were refusing a request to work overtime on the weekend.

"It's my off-get off work time now."

"I will not accept any form of mediation after get off work hours, nor will I discuss work."

Black Hawk's expression froze instantly, his pupils reflecting Lin Ye's expressionless face and the slowly rising, dark six-barreled gun muzzle.

"Buzz—"

The Gatling gun barrel began to make a slight turning sound.