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

Distance: 1200 meters.

Wind speed: Level 3 northeasterly wind.

Air humidity: 15 percent.

In their battlefield intuition honed by the fundamental techniques of life-or-death combat, they sensed at least three crossfire positions quietly waiting for them in the seemingly lifeless mud-brick house ahead.

"Trying to withhold wages, huh? You Blood Fox boss, are you? Just you wait..."

Lin Ye silently made plans in his mind.

The group moved very slowly, and they were less than 400 meters away from the mud-brick houses at the top of the sand dunes.

It was so quiet that the only sound was the wind blowing sand.

The new recruits walking in front were just about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Sudden.

boom!

A blinding white light suddenly appeared from the top of the sand dune.

It was a powerful searchlight that instantly illuminated the figures of the dozen or so new recruits in perfect detail.

The pores on everyone's body burst open in that instant.

Before they could react...

Da da da da!

The fire trails formed by bullets drew deadly trajectories in the darkness, instantly engulfing the first few recruits.

Puff puff!

Flesh and blood were easily torn apart by the high-speed spinning bullet, bones shattered, and the human body exploded like a fragile watermelon.

Before they could even let out a complete scream, those people turned into blurry fragments scattered on the sand.

"Aaaaaah!!"

"Take cover! Take cover now!"

The remaining recruits completely broke down. They dropped their guns and rolled and crawled around on the sand like headless flies, their cries and pleas for mercy mingling together.

Beside the pickup truck in the distance, the one-eyed officer "Butcher" was holding a pair of binoculars, coldly watching everything.

He even took out a small notebook from his pocket and wrote down the approximate location of the heavy machine gun firing position.

He didn't care at all whether these new recruits lived or died.

In the very first millisecond after the gunshot rang out.

Before Lin Ye's brain could even issue a command, his body, enhanced by the [Basic Super Serum], had already made the most perfect response.

His body weight suddenly sank downwards, and his flip-flops pushed off the sand, sending him sliding seven or eight meters along the ground.

The movements were so fluid, as if they had been rehearsed hundreds of times.

The bullet grazed his scalp, the force of the gust making his hair stand on end.

boom!

Lin Ye's back slammed solidly against a desert rock about half a person's height, which happened to be a perfect blind spot for shooting.

He was unharmed.

But at that critical moment between life and death, his cell phone in his shorts pocket vibrated twice, which was completely out of place.

Lin Ye took out his phone, the screen's light illuminating his calm face.

The WeChat group for graduating high school students has over 99 messages.

Class monitor Wang Tao posted a photo of himself wearing a bubble tea shop uniform. The background was a clean and tidy bar counter, and he was holding a freshly made "Grapefruit Juice." He captioned it: "First job of summer vacation, air conditioning, listening to music, 120 yuan a day, blissful! [Striving]"

A long string of replies immediately followed.

"Holy crap, Brother Tao is awesome! He's actually doing a part-time job at 'Tea Delight'!"

"I'm so envious. My mom made me work in the kitchen serving dishes. It's so hot, I only get eighty yuan a day."

"Brother Tao, Brother Tao, could you give me an employee discount next time I go to dine there?"

Lin Ye raised his head and glanced at the sky above him.

A tracer round, trailing a long plume of flame, flew over the rocks with a "whoosh," illuminating the night sky.

He lowered his head, his fingers flying across the screen.

He casually snapped a photo of the heavy machine gun emplacement on the distant sand dune, which was spitting fire wildly.

Because of the distance and the shaking of the phone, the photo was extremely blurry; all that could be seen was a burst of fire.

Lin Ye sent the photos to the group chat.

Lin Ye: "The fire at my barbecue stand is getting a bit too big, and the boss is urging me to get to work quickly."

Lin Ye: "Earning ten thousand dollars a day is a bit exhausting. [Grinning face]"

The group was silent for two seconds.

Then, one sarcastic message after another popped up.

"Pfft! Lin Ye, can you at least think before you brag? Ten thousand dollars?"

"Isn't this a screenshot from some war game? Judging by the graphics, it's probably an old game from ten years ago."

"That's hilarious! Lin Ye, you didn't spend the whole night at some shady internet cafe, did you? Did you go slacking off after the college entrance exam?"

Squad leader Wang Tao even tagged him directly.

Wang Tao: "Lin Ye, stop messing around. If you're really short on money, I'll talk to our manager and see if we can let you come and be an apprentice. It'll be fifty yuan a day, including a cup of milk tea."

Lin Ye looked at his phone screen and pursed his lips.

He couldn't even be bothered to reply.

Da da da da!

Another round of intense gunfire came, bullets hitting the rocks where he was hiding, scattering sparks and splinters of rock hitting his face, stinging him.

Not far from him, the Texas guy who was writing his suicide note let out a short scream, his body twitched twice, and then he fell silent.

Fewer and fewer people are surviving.

Lin Ye turned off his phone screen and put it back in his pocket.

He raised his wrist and looked at the thirty-yuan digital watch he had bought from a street stall.

10:01 PM.

Lin Ye frowned.

"After 10 PM, it should be considered a night shift, right?"

He muttered to himself.

"According to labor law, night shift workers should be given subsidies, right?"

"Blood Fox Agency is trying to swindle my money, and Black Mamba and their gang are delaying my departure from get off work."

Neither side is any good.

An unnamed fire suddenly ignited in Lin Ye's heart.

The anger of the working class was completely ignited at this moment.

He picked up the AK-47 that he had reassembled, and his entire demeanor changed abruptly.

That youthful naiveté and penchant for money vanished without a trace at that moment, replaced by a suffocating murderous aura honed through countless battles.

He knelt on one knee, the butt of his rifle firmly against his shoulder, and looked through the mechanical sights at the blinding searchlight 800 meters away.

Wind speed, humidity, bullet trajectory...

Countless data were instantly calculated in his mind.

Lin Ye's index finger gently rested on the trigger.

boom!

A crisp yet muffled gunshot, completely different from the roar of the heavy machine gun, suddenly exploded on the chaotic battlefield.

next second.

The high-powered searchlight atop the sand dune 800 meters away exploded in response.

Countless shards of glass scattered everywhere, plunging the entire world into complete darkness.

The machine gunner lost sight of his target and instinctively pulled the trigger.

Tracer rounds flew erratically in mid-air, illuminating the panicked faces of the Black Mamba militants.

They had no idea where the bullets were coming from, and could only curse wildly in Arabic as they blindly fired in all directions.