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

"No……"

Black Hawk only had time to let out a desperate, stuck-in-the-throat sound.

"sudden!"

Lin Ye pulled the trigger for less than 0.1 seconds.

A very short, almost imperceptible roar.

Black Hawk, along with his expensive suit, seemed to have vanished from the world as if erased from thin air.

Wherever it was, only a blurry pool of dark red blood remained, which quickly seeped into the cracks in the floor.

Lin Ye put away the Gatling gun, which was still emitting a slight amount of heat, and the system space automatically recycled it.

He didn't even glance at the stain on the ground, but walked straight to a huge embedded safe at the very back of the command vehicle.

"Bang!"

He raised his hand and simply threw a punch.

The steel cabinet door, which is ten centimeters thick, is deeply recessed inward from the point where a fist makes contact, with countless cracks spreading out like a spider web.

Lin Ye delivered another punch.

"Clang!"

He roughly yanked the entire cabinet door off.

He swept the stacks of the most valuable bearer international bonds and several velvet boxes filled with diamonds of various colors into his red, white and blue snakeskin bag.

After doing all this, he finally picked up the bag that was about to burst and walked out of the command vehicle, completely satisfied.

Outside the vehicle, the remnants of the "Iron Fortress," thousands of surviving bandits, had already thrown away their weapons.

They knelt there, a dark mass stretching from the base entrance to the distant horizon, all with their hands raised and their heads buried deep in the sand, not daring to even breathe.

When they saw Lin Ye walk out of the command vehicle, everyone's body trembled violently.

Lin Ye stared at the spectacular scene, momentarily stunned.

He cleared his throat and clapped his hands; the sound was exceptionally clear in the silent battlefield.

"Alright, listen up."

His voice, amplified by the loudspeaker system, resonated throughout every corner of the base.

"Your boss has been forcibly frozen by me for maliciously freezing my salary card and violently resisting law enforcement."

"From this moment forward, the 'Destroy Luo Alliance' is bankrupt and shut down."

He paused, then announced the final verdict in the tone of an HR manager announcing company layoffs.

"You're all fired. Get out."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Ye, carrying his heavy snakeskin bag, turned and walked towards his jeep parked some distance away, without even glancing at the group of prisoners who had survived the ordeal and were looking at each other in bewilderment.

As he walked, he raised his wrist and glanced at the Rolex watch he had ripped from the corpse of some unfortunate man.

Lin Ye's brows furrowed slightly.

"Tsk, it's so late."

He muttered under his breath, a hint of dissatisfaction with the work efficiency in his voice.

"Only three teams left, I need to hurry, I have to go back and play League of Legends."

The Middle Eastern desert in the middle of the night.

Lin Ye drove the weathered military jeep. On the roof, a red, white, and blue snakeskin bag, bulging with gold bars and US dollars, looked like a moving mountain, trembling with the bumps of the vehicle.

He hummed an unknown tune, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding a military tablet with a hand-drawn "route map for demanding back pay" on the screen.

"Next, Base Five."

He glanced at the red circle on the map and pressed the accelerator harder.

According to intelligence, Base 5 is the logistics and medical center of the "Destroy Luo Alliance," and there must be a lot of money to be made there.

However, when the jeep roared to its destination, the anticipated hail of bullets and tight security did not materialize.

Dead silence.

The entire base was as quiet as a ghost town.

The towering searchlight was out, the barbed wire gate was wide open, and several pickup trucks with their engines off were parked crookedly at the entrance, their doors wide open and empty.

"Um?"

Lin Ye stopped the car, his brows furrowing slightly.

Where is everyone? Have they all gone home?

He carefully carried the now-cooled Gatling gun into the base, activating his [Advanced Crisis Prediction] ability to its maximum.

The only perceptible feedback was the sound of the wind and the low barking of a few wild dogs in the distance.

The entire base was completely empty.

The barracks door was wide open, the beds inside were in disarray, and the food on the table was still steaming, indicating that the evacuation had been extremely hasty.

Lin Ye walked unimpeded to the core building of the base, where the supposedly sturdy alloy door was wide open.

He walked in and immediately saw several large, crooked characters made of a row of bullet casings on the floor in the center of the hall.

"The money's in the vault, take it yourself. We're leaving, don't chase us!"

Lin Ye: "..."

He followed the arrow on the bullet casing to the underground vault.

The vault doors were also wide open, revealing mountains of gold bars, US dollars, medicines, and medical equipment inside.

On the most conspicuous pile of gold bars, there was a note with scrawled handwriting.

"Brother, we were wrong. Please have mercy. These are all for you. The combination to the safe is 123456."

Lin Ye watched this scene in silence for a full half minute.

He sighed, a look of disappointment on his face like that of a working-class person who gets stood up.

"Sigh, there's not even anyone to hand over the work to."

He shook his head, opened another snakeskin bag that he had somehow acquired, and began to diligently carry out the "moving" work.

"This service is unacceptable; I have to give it a bad review."

……

One hour later, at Base Six.

The commander here is clearly stubborn.

After receiving news that everyone at Base 5 had fled, he not only did not run away, but instead gathered all his forces at the base entrance, built three lines of defense, and adopted a posture of fighting to the death.

"He's just one person! We have over a thousand! What are we afraid of!"

"Blast him to smithereens with rockets!"

When Lin Ye's jeep appeared on the horizon, a deafening roar and dense flames instantly engulfed the area.

Ten minutes later.

Lin Ye blew on the Gatling gun barrel in his hand, which was still emitting white smoke, and jumped off the last burning armored vehicle wreckage.

He looked at the mess on the ground and the base leader who had been physically exorcised, and curled his lip in disgust.

"You forced me to take action, and now look what happened, half of the vault has been blown up."

He struggled to dig out several boxes of blackened gold and a pile of burnt US dollars from the ruins.

Lin Ye looked at his snakeskin bag with a huge hole in it and felt a pang of heartache.

"These spendthrifts! They're seriously impacting my KPIs!"