Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

"Let's go, Captain Ling, stop studying pastries here."

Su Ming patted Ling Qiao, who was still in a daze, stepped over the burly man on the ground who had been knocked unconscious by pepper powder, and walked straight to the archives at the end of the corridor.

The "paste road" in the corridor is not easy to walk on.

The ground was sticky and slippery, and every step made a disgusting "splat" sound, like walking inside the stomach of some giant swamp monster.

Ling Qiao followed behind, gripping her gun tightly and watching the covered cameras around her warily.

"The kitchen is connected to the core living area, and further in is the data center," Su Ming said calmly.

Ling Qiao immediately realized, "The security level there is definitely higher; the explosion won't affect them at all. We've already alerted them!"

"The snake will only shift its attention away from its lair when it's startled," Su Ming said dismissively, his gaze sweeping across the end of the corridor. "Any security system needs electricity and maintenance access. Our goal isn't to force our way in, but to cripple it."

After saying that, he walked straight to a closed metal door with the words "Non-A-level personnel are prohibited from entering" written in red on it.

He didn't use any high-tech decoder, but instead turned to look at a white coat shivering in the gap of a filing cabinet not far behind him.

The man was wearing thick glasses and was clutching a fire extinguisher tightly in his hand.

"Come out," Su Ming said.

The man in the white coat trembled slightly: "I...I'm an office worker! I'm in charge of laboratory fire safety! According to the Geneva Convention..."

"That's for prisoners of war. You're an accomplice to terrorists," Su Ming interrupted him. "I'll give you three seconds to open the door. Otherwise, I'll throw you back into the kitchen, where the heat will be perfect for turning your fat into oil."

"No! I'll drive!"

The white coats practically rolled out.

His name was Jerry, a typical tech geek who would "sell his soul for a high salary." Looking at Su Ming, covered in flour and carrying a blood-stained meat hammer, he felt that this was more approachable than the devil—at least the devil hadn't said he was going to turn him into oil.

Jerry trembled as he pulled out an ID card and swiped it on the access control.

"Beep—Identity confirmed: Logistics Supervisor Jerry."

The door opened.

A blast of cold air hit me, but the formaldehyde and rotten smell mixed in with it made me want to vomit on the spot.

This was an archive room that also served as a monitoring room. Several computers were still lit up, their screens displaying chaotic streams of data. A few researchers, visibly terrified, were crouching in the corner; when they saw Su Ming enter, they lowered their heads even further.

Ling Qiao quickly took control of the situation, while Su Ming walked straight to the main control panel.

"What are you researching?" Su Ming picked up a document from the table, his brows furrowing slightly.

Jerry shrank back and pointed at the screen: "It's...it's a byproduct of the 'Immortality Project.' Boss...oh no, Fang said he's going to build an immortal army."

"Undying?" Su Ming sneered, tossing the document to Ling Qiao. "Take a look at this."

Ling Qiao took the document, glanced at it, and her face turned deathly pale.

This is a report titled "G-73 In vivo tolerance test".

The people in the photo can no longer be called human.

Their skin clung to their skeletons like molten wax, and their nervous systems were completely replaced by green plant roots.

The report's remarks section stated: "The pain receptors are amplified 10 times by the virus, preventing shock and brain death. Consciousness period: unlimited."

"Indefinite lucidity..." Ling Qiao felt a churning in her stomach. "Is this what they call immortality?"

"Making someone wish they were dead but unable to die is indeed a kind of 'immortality.'" Su Ming's voice was calm, but Ling Qiao could still feel the chill in it.

"Um..." Jerry cautiously raised his hand, "Actually, we didn't want to either, but the S.H.I.E.L.D. creatures gave us just too much... Besides, the real mother plant isn't here, it's in the ecological park down below."

Su Ming turned to look at him: "Lead the way."

"Go...go to the ecological park?" Jerry's face turned green. "There are 'gardeners' guarding it! Those are three genetically modified monsters! Even Venomous Fang wouldn't dare to go in!"

"I didn't intend to just go in randomly." Su Ming took out an evidence bag from his pocket, which contained a handful of red pollen he had collected outside. "I went there with a 'souvenir'."

When Jerry saw what it was, his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "Drunken Soul Vine pollen?! Are you crazy? If this stuff spreads in a confined space, we'll all be able to see Grandma!"

"It's alright." Su Ming calmly put his gas mask back on, then pointed at Ling Qiao, "She has a mask, and I have a mask. As for you..."

Su Ming grabbed a brand new, thick file folder from a collapsed filing cabinet, then tore a roll of electrical tape from the table and threw it at Jerry's feet.

"Put the head in there. Wrap it tightly around the neck with tape, leaving a gap for breathing."

Jerry stared at the thin plastic bag, almost in tears: "Is...is this for real?"

Su Ming ignored him, picked up a marker from the table, removed the cap, and pushed the lead out, leaving only a hollow pen tube, before casually tossing it to Jerry.

"Stick it in the seam of the tape as a breathing tube. If it leaks air and you see your grandma, remember to say hello for me."

Jerry suddenly realized that the muddy hallway outside was actually quite cozy.

Ling Qiao: "..."

She was numb. She felt that these internationally wanted criminals from Shield Biotech were incredibly unlucky to have messed with Su Ming, a part-time college student.