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

At dawn, the horizon turned a pale white.

When Lin Ye drove the nearly broken-down jeep to the last target, the entrance to Base Seven.

The base's gate was wide open, and a safe stood in front of it.

Beside him, a fat man in a white robe was kneeling on the ground in a very standard prostration posture.

Behind him, hundreds of his personal guards also knelt, their heads buried deep in the sand, motionless.

Lin Ye jumped out of the car, somewhat dazed.

Hearing the noise, the fat leader trembled. He cautiously raised his head and forced a fawning smile that looked worse than a grimace.

"Honorable...Honorable Lord Shura!"

He spoke in an almost aria-like, incredibly devout tone.

"This is all the funds for our base. I... I've already had someone pack it all up for you!"

He pointed to those behind him, his voice trembling.

"Just... just let us go!"

Lin Ye looked at him, then at the safe.

His face was filled with the ecstatic joy of discovering a treasure supplier.

He stepped forward and patted the fat leader on the shoulder with such force that the man's fat jiggled three times.

"Excellent! Excellent!"

Lin Ye exclaimed sincerely, a very satisfied smile appearing on his face.

"I really appreciate your service!"

Upon hearing this, the fat leader felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes. He was about to kowtow to express his gratitude.

"Snap! Snap!"

Two crisp sounds of bones breaking.

Lin Ye decisively broke both of his legs.

"ah--!"

The fat leader let out a pig-like scream and rolled on the ground clutching his leg.

Lin Ye withdrew his foot, looked down at him, and said in a very businesslike tone:

"The service was very good, but that was an extra charge. As for your involvement in freezing my salary card, that was a separate charge."

He paused, but his smile remained.

"Considering your good behavior, I'll only give you a broken bone this time. Next time, remember to prepare the compensation in advance."

"But boss, your service is really good, I'll definitely come back next time!"

After saying that, Lin Ye ignored the fat man groaning on the ground.

He whistled, opened the safe, put all the gold and silver treasures inside into a snakeskin bag, then got back into the driver's seat of the jeep and started the engine.

……

Dragon Kingdom, underground command center.

Chief Li and his staff were already numb from watching it.

They watched helplessly as Lin Ye, like the most efficient deliveryman, ran to seven "stations" overnight, returned fully loaded, and drove away.

Inside a mobile command vehicle 100 kilometers away.

Su Qingqing sat in the corner, holding a pen in her hand, but she hadn't written a single word on the battle report in front of her.

She didn't know how to write it.

"Preliminary Investigation Report on the Man Surnamed Lin Single-handedly Wiping Out a 10,000-Strong Terrorist Alliance on an Electric Scooter and in a Jeep?"

Will people think I'm mentally ill?

……

The morning sun in the desert casts its golden rays across the land.

Lin Ye parked the jeep in a secluded canyon, then climbed to the top of a sand dune, stretched lazily in the rising sun.

He hadn't slept all night, but he was full of energy and vitality.

He glanced at the several burlap sacks in the jeep, the wealth that would make countless people envious, and then a simple, unpretentious, harvest-like smile appeared on his face.

"Purchase complete."

He patted the sand off his pants and pulled out the cracked secondhand phone from his pocket.

Signal strength is full.

He tapped the app with the gold key icon.

The blood-red "Account Frozen" warning is still glaringly obvious.

Lin Ye's smile slowly faded.

He found his contacts and dialed an encrypted number hidden deep inside, labeled "Platform Customer Service Director".

The phone rang only three times.

In faraway Europe, there stands an ancient castle on the shores of Lake Geneva.

An elderly white man, dressed in a bespoke suit and with his hair meticulously combed, was leisurely sipping freshly brewed Blue Mountain coffee.

The satellite phone on the table suddenly rang.

He glanced at the dark web code name on the caller ID—[Shura].

"puff--!"

He sprayed a mouthful of top-quality Blue Mountain coffee onto the million-dollar Persian carpet in front of him, leaving it intact.

The next second, he sprang up from the expensive leather seat like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. The movement was so violent that he and the chair fell backward.

Immediately following was a flurry of frantic activity, interspersed with exclamations in Italian.

A good ten seconds passed before a voice filled with heavy breathing and extreme terror finally came from the phone.

"Mr. Shura! Good evening! Oh no, good morning! Have you... have you eaten?"

The elderly white man on the other end of the phone, the customer service director of the dark web, had a trembling voice, and even the most basic greetings became incoherent.

Lin Ye switched the phone from his left ear to his right ear, speaking calmly.

"Those seven organizations have been wiped out by me."

"Can I unfreeze my bank card now?"

"..."

There was a five-second silence on the other end of the phone.

The customer service director's face, which had been rosy from being pampered, had now turned as pale as an A4 sheet of paper.

His eyes were fixed on the real-time battle damage report that his deputy had just handed him.

[Crimson scimitar, all wiped out.]

The Desert Wolves are all wiped out.

The Mafia, wiped out.

【…】

[The iron fortress, the allied army of ten thousand, has collapsed completely.]

The target...was completely unharmed.

"Gulp."

The director swallowed hard, feeling as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, almost stopping.

Seven terrorist organizations, totaling tens of thousands of people!

He wiped them all out by himself?

"A misunderstanding! This is absolutely a huge misunderstanding!"

The director's voice instantly rose eight octaves, trembling with tears and filled with a desperate will to survive.

"Sir! We'll unfreeze your account immediately! Right now! Immediately!"

He was gesturing frantically to his assistant, almost breaking his wrist in the process.

"Furthermore! To express our platform's sincerest apologies, we will privately—yes, privately!—compensate you with an additional five million US dollars for emotional distress! No, no, no! Ten million! Ten million US dollars!"

"We beg you... we beg you to have the magnanimity to forgive our foolish, forced mistake!"

Lin Ye raised an eyebrow slightly as he listened to the almost roaring promise on the other end of the phone.

And compensation for emotional distress?

This service is even better than that fat boss at Base Seven.

Just then.

"Ding-dong!"

A crisp text message notification sound came from his cracked-screen phone.

Lin Ye put the phone away and opened the text message from the bank.

[Dear customer, your account has been unfrozen. Your account ending in xxxx received a deposit of USD 10,000,000.00 at xx time. Your current available balance is...]

Looking at the string of zeros that he had to count twice to confirm the number of digits, the annoyance on Lin Ye's face from being disturbed at work finally vanished.

He nodded contentedly into the phone.

"Okay, that's all for now. I have something to do, I'll hang up."

After saying that, he didn't give the other person any chance to speak again and hung up the phone decisively.

He sat on the sand dune and opened the golden key app again.

This time, the blood-red warning pop-up disappeared.

Instead, there was a long, glittering string of numbers that almost overflowed the screen.

Lin Ye took a deep breath, feeling as if the desert morning air carried the fragrance of money.

A few minutes later.

He took everything from the snakeskin bag: gold bars, US dollars, diamonds, bearer bonds, and so on...

They were all put into the system's [temporary storage space].

This "wage claim" trip alone, with its physical assets, is roughly estimated to be worth over a billion US dollars.

In addition to what I already had in my bank account and what was just deposited into it.

His total assets have now reached a terrifying figure that he never dared to dream of before.

Lin Ye sat there blankly, the taut string in his mind about "making money to buy a computer" snapping with a crisp "crack".

An unprecedented, empty yet simple sense of bewilderment welled up in my heart.

"Why...why buy an Alienware computer?"

He scratched his head and muttered to himself.

"With this money, why not... just invest in an alien company?"

A brand new kind of trouble for the rich was born so unexpectedly.

Just then.

【Ding! 】

A system notification sound, louder and more solemn than ever before, exploded deep within his mind!

[Congratulations, host, on completing the SSS+ level hidden epic achievement: "Soloing a 10,000-player Alliance"!]