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

Two kilometers away.

The one-eyed officer, "The Butcher," is holding up military night vision goggles.

In the green field of vision, the debris from the searchlight explosion had not yet completely landed.

The ballpoint pen in his hand pierced through the notebook, leaving a bloody mark on his palm.

"Fuck?" The butcher rubbed his intact eye and put the night vision goggles back on.

Eight hundred meters.

A broken AK that's almost beyond repair.

There isn't even an optical sight.

Is this supposed to be fired with iron sights?

The butcher turned to look at his adjutant beside him.

"Who fired the shot just now?"

The adjutant swallowed hard and pointed to a rock in the distance.

"Sir, it looks like... that yellow-skinned kid in the baggy shorts."

The butcher gasped.

He recalled that he had just smashed the gun at the other person's feet and even made sarcastic remarks.

If the other party's hand slips even slightly, it won't just be a searchlight that explodes.

The burly man with the scorpion tattoo who was hiding behind the pickup truck tire was still alive. He poked half his head out and was trembling all over.

"Sir... is that kid really a new recruit who just joined today?" the burly scorpion-like man stammered.

The butcher kicked the scorpion-like strongman away.

"How should I know! Keep a close eye on him!" The butcher gritted his teeth, his face contorting with rage.

The area ahead is in firefight.

Lin Ye didn't care what the veterans behind him thought at all.

He brushed the sand off his T-shirt and stood up from behind the rock.

The explosive power brought by the basic super serum is now manifesting.

His flip-flops made a deep hole in the sand, and he used the momentum to propel himself forward.

The darkness became his best cover.

Each step was precisely taken, avoiding pebbles and dead branches that could make a sound.

His movements were surprisingly fast, without even kicking up much dust.

Bullets whizzed past the hem of his clothes, but he didn't even blink, and he could even adjust his breathing rhythm while running.

Four hundred meters.

Three hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

Just as he was preparing to make a final push up the sand dune...

"Gurgle—"

A strange rumbling sound came from Lin Ye's stomach.

Lin Ye stumbled and nearly fell headfirst into the sand.

A sharp, churning pain shot through my abdomen, and a few drops of cold sweat appeared on my forehead.

"Damn it." Lin Ye clutched his stomach and bent over.

It must be because the water added to the Lao Tan pickled cabbage noodles wasn't clean enough.

In addition, the large temperature difference between day and night in the Middle East caused my stomach to give out.

Ahead was an abandoned low wall, with several broken sandbags piled around it.

Lin Ye bent over and quickly moved behind the low wall.

"On the first day of work, taking a paid break is a basic requirement for any worker," Lin Ye muttered to himself as he quickly untied the belt of his shorts.

This is the middle of nowhere, with no shelter whatsoever.

But everyone has to relieve themselves eventually, and a living person can't let themselves die from holding in their urine.

Lin Ye squatted behind the low wall and let out a long sigh of relief.

Gunfire continued intermittently in the distance, and stray bullets occasionally flew overhead, thudding as they hit the nearby sand.

Lin Ye held the reassembled AK in one hand and took out half a pack of Heart-to-Heart tissues from his pocket with the other.

"This working environment is terrible." Lin Ye shook his head, pulled out a tissue and held it in his hand.

"I have to find that one-eyed bastard tomorrow and demand some high-temperature allowance and compensation for emotional distress. What kind of free room and board is this, with no private bathroom?"

Just then.

A faint rustling sound caught Lin Ye's attention.

The battlefield intuition that comes with the life-or-death combat technique provides a frantic early warning.

Someone is approaching.

Two figures dressed in khaki camouflage uniforms, carrying guns, crept towards the low wall from the left and right.

These are two Black Mamba sentries.

After the searchlights were destroyed, they were sent out to search for the person who fired the shot.

One of the men, with a large beard, walked in front, and his nose suddenly twitched twice.

"Hey, Abu," the bearded man called out to his companion in Arabic in a low voice, "Can you smell it?"

The young militant named Abu frowned and sniffed as well.

A strong, pungent odor, mixed with the smell of pickled cabbage, drifted over on the night breeze.

The two men exchanged a glance, picked up their rifles, and carefully rounded the corner of the low wall.

The air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Big Beard and Abu stared wide-eyed at the scene behind the wall.

An Asian boy wearing a white T-shirt is squatting on the ground.

He was holding a pair of brightly colored shorts in one hand and a crumpled tissue in the other.

The two sides were less than three meters apart.

The bearded man's mind went blank for half a second.

At the forefront of the firefight zone, within the range of heavy machine gun fire.

Someone actually took a dump here?

"Fuck!" The bearded man reacted and abruptly raised his gun.

But Lin Ye's speed was countless times faster than his.

He hadn't even had time to fasten his pants before picking up the AK with one hand.

boom!boom!

Two crisp single-shot bursts.

A burst of blood erupted simultaneously from between Big Beard and Abu's eyebrows.

The two fell straight backward, crashing onto the sand with a dull thud.

Lin Ye slowly and deliberately dried himself off, pulled up his pants, and fastened his belt.

"In the middle of the night, you're actually peeping at someone taking a dump." Lin Ye walked up and kicked the bearded man's corpse with his toe.

He crouched down and skillfully began to feel around on the two corpses with his hands.

It's an instinct ingrained in our bones.

"Poor bastard." Lin Ye searched through the bearded man's pockets and found only half a pack of cheap cigarettes and a lighter.

He then turned to the young man named Abu.

Inside Abu's tactical vest, Lin Ye felt a hard cloth bag.

Upon opening it, I found a stack of crumpled US dollar bills inside.

Judging by its thickness, it must cost at least several hundred dollars.

Lin Ye's eyes lit up.

Without any hesitation, he stuffed the money into his pocket and then casually took the two Glock 17 pistols that were tucked into their waistbands.

He ran his thumb along the gun barrel.

Unload the magazine, pull back the slide, and check the rifling.

It's well-maintained, much better than the junk that Bloodfox sent.

Lin Ye tucked the two pistols into his lower back.

"Is this considered extra income?" Lin Ye patted his bulging pockets, in a great mood.

"This job is perfect except for the waste of paper. Not only is the daily wage high, but there's also a commission on the spoils."

"Back home, breaking a bowl while serving food costs you fifty yuan, but here, killing the boss's henchman can drop you gold coins. Going overseas really is the only way out."

With these few hundred dollars as a foundation, Lin Ye was full of enthusiasm for the work ahead.

He picked up the AK from the ground and clicked to change the magazine.

The adobe houses atop the sand dunes are now within reach.

Lin Ye pressed himself against the wall, preparing to sneak directly into the Black Mamba's stronghold.

Just as he leaned half his body out...

boom--!

A deafening roar of engines suddenly erupted from behind the base.