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

After a brief silence, deafening laughter erupted from the stronghold.

"Hahahaha! Where did this idiot come from? Are all the Blood Fox people dead? Sending a cook to his death?"

"Judging from his clothes, could he be a lost tourist?"

A burly machine gunner even arrogantly stood up, picked up his machine gun, and yelled at Lin Ye in broken English, "Hey! Kid! Get over here! I'll give you a bullet!"

Lin Ye stopped in his tracks.

He raised his head, glanced at the group of armed men laughing uproariously, his face expressionless.

He simply raised the AK-47 in his hand.

The movements were swift and decisive, without a single wasted word.

However, just as he pulled the trigger with his index finger...

Click!

A crisp metallic clang rang out, but there was no sound from inside the gun barrel.

This old gun, weathered by time, jammed at the most crucial moment.

The laughter from the other side suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, an even more unrestrained burst of laughter erupted like a tsunami.

"Fuck! Hahahaha! His fire poker got stuck!"

"Good heavens, is this a clown sent by God to save our terrible mood today?"

"Kill him! Shoot this idiot through the roof!"

Amidst the mocking laughter, more than a dozen dark gun barrels were simultaneously pointed at Lin Ye.

In their eyes, this Asian kid who couldn't even handle a gun was already a dead man.

Faced with this sudden change, Lin Ye didn't even flinch.

Panic? Not at all.

For him, who possesses maxed-out gun proficiency, dealing with such basic malfunctions is easier than breathing.

His left hand moved with lightning speed, slamming down on the breechblock.

With his right hand, he pulled and pushed smoothly.

A slightly deformed, low-quality bullet bounced out of the ejection port with a "ding".

The entire ejection and obstacle removal operation was performed smoothly and seamlessly, taking less than 0.5 seconds.

So fast that it left only a blurry afterimage in the night!

The moment the obstacle was cleared was also the moment the armed men on the other side pulled the trigger.

But Lin Ye's speed was even faster than their nerve reactions!

His fingers seemed to dance a deathly dance on the trigger.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

A series of rapid, short, yet deadly bursts of single-shot fire, like the death knell, suddenly rang out at the entrance of the stronghold.

The armed men, who had just been wearing ferocious smiles, all jolted in shock.

Their laughter was still frozen on their faces, and right in the center of their foreheads was a bullet hole from which blood was constantly gushing out.

The bullets seemed to have eyes, piercing with unparalleled precision between everyone's eyebrows.

three seconds.

Just three seconds.

More than a dozen bodies collapsed limply onto the sand, falling silent.

The deafening laughter abruptly stopped.

The entire stronghold fell into an eerie silence.

The militants hiding in the bunkers further back stared in horror at the corpses scattered on the ground by the door, feeling a chill run down their spines.

What just happened?

How did that clown manage to do that?

Is that really the kind of performance you can achieve with a broken AK?

Lin Ye held the gun in one hand, with wisps of smoke rising from the muzzle.

He gently blew on the muzzle of his gun, then looked up, his gaze sweeping over the trembling bunkers.

He spoke in fluent English, but coldly.

"Smile, why aren't you smiling anymore?"

"You're making me late for get off work, can you afford to compensate me?"

The voice just fell.

From a two-story building deep within the stronghold, a furious roar, like that of a wild beast, suddenly erupted!

Boom!

With a loud crash, the wooden door was smashed to pieces by a brute force.

A burly man, over two meters tall, with bulging muscles and wearing a heavy bulletproof vest, burst out of the broken door frame.

In his hand, he was holding a six-barreled Vulcan rotary machine gun that needed to be fixed to a vehicle to be used!

The dark array of gun muzzles exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

With bloodshot eyes, the burly man, like a thoroughly enraged bull, strode heavily toward Lin Ye!

"Damn it, you're asking for it!"

With his roar, the six-barreled rotary machine gun slung over his shoulder began to hum and pre-rotate, like a swarm of deadly wasps about to leave their nest.

"Go to hell, you yellow-skinned monkey!"

The burly man pulled the trigger.

boom--!

The half-meter-long muzzle flash instantly illuminated the entire stronghold. It wasn't the sound of a gunshot, but the roar of a continuous metallic storm tearing through the air!

Bullets rained down like a sudden downpour, spraying towards where Lin Ye was standing.

Deep furrows were instantly plowed into the sand, and the ground where corpses had just been standing was now filled with dust and flying bits of flesh from the barrage of bullets.

The moment the gun barrel turned, Lin Ye's body moved.

He didn't think, he wasn't even afraid.

The enhanced neural reaction speed and muscle control abilities, amplified by the [Basic Super Serum], were on full display at this moment.

His body suddenly lunged to the left, rolling awkwardly to barely dodge the first wave of fan-shaped gunfire.

The scorching hot bullet flew past his T-shirt, leaving a charred mark on the fabric.

He could even smell the scorching heat of metal in the air.

Da da da da!

The burly man grinned maliciously, dragging the heavy gun barrel, the fire chain like a wildly dancing venomous snake, relentlessly biting Lin Ye's back and chasing after him.

Lin Ye stumbled through the hail of bullets, relying on abandoned bunkers and the terrain to repeatedly teeter on the brink of death.

He knew very well that his broken AK was not even good enough to scratch the other side.

The burly man was wearing a military-grade heavy ceramic plate bulletproof vest. Except for anti-materiel sniper rifles, regular rifle bullets hitting it were no different from being hit with a rock.

We must find a flaw.

While dodging, Lin Ye quickly analyzed the situation.

What are the weaknesses of a strong man?

neck?

Face?

still is……

Just then, the digital watch on Lin Ye's wrist, which cost thirty yuan, beeped softly, which was out of place.

He glanced at it subconsciously.

On the electronic screen, the red numbers were clearly displayed: 23:50.

Lin Ye's movements suddenly froze.

A feeling of irritation even stronger than when facing the Vulcan cannon surged up from the bottom of his heart in an instant.

It's almost midnight.

In ten minutes, today will be over.

According to the Labor Contract Law, working after 10 p.m. is considered a night shift and should be paid triple wages.

But the key point is, he doesn't want to work overtime!

He just wanted to finish today's work, earn $10,000, find a place to get a good night's sleep, and then go back to work tomorrow.

These bastards from Black Mamba not only want to steal his money, but now they also want him to work overtime for free.

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