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

"boom!"

With a loud bang, Su Ming kicked the louvers at the end of the ventilation duct away.

The rusty iron sheet spun and fell into the abyss below, and a cold wind rushed in instantly.

This is halfway up a cliff, seemingly bottomless. Below lies a undulating sea of ​​black forest, resembling the gaping maw of a giant beast.

"Oh my god..." Jerry peeked out, his legs trembling like cotton balls, and cried out in a tearful voice, "Mr. Su, is this what you call running away? This isn't running away, this is reopening! I'm religious, suicide doesn't get you to heaven!"

Su Ming ignored him and instead wrapped one end of the thick hemp rope tightly around the rusty industrial exhaust pipe next to the vent, tying it into an extremely complicated knot.

"Captain Ling, carry her tight." Su Ming attached several tactical hooks to the rope and tugged hard to test its load-bearing capacity.

Ling Qiao stared at the hemp rope, which still had stubble, and her temples throbbed.

Are you sure this isn't some no-name, substandard product bought from the hardware store at the village entrance?

"Don't worry," Su Ming tossed another hook to Jerry. "Hang it on your belt. Don't wet your pants, or it'll increase friction."

Jerry stared at the hook in his hand, tears welling in his eyes: "This is illogical! This doesn't conform to Newton's laws! My accident insurance won't cover this kind of reckless suicide!"

From deep within the pipes behind them came a series of hurried footsteps and a furious roar from Venom: "Seal the exit! Don't let them jump down!"

"The pursuers are here." Su Ming's eyes sharpened, and he grabbed Jerry by the back of his collar, hanging him on a rope like a chick.

"Wait! I haven't mentally prepared myself! I still need to write my will! I haven't deleted my..."

"Go on."

Su Ming raised his foot and kicked.

"ah--!"

Jerry's piercing scream tore through the night sky as he slid down the sloping rope like a fat cannonball into the distant treetops.

"Ling Qiao, let's go!" Su Ming shouted in a low voice.

Ling Qiao gritted her teeth and carried the unconscious medicine girl tightly on her back. The girl was as light as a feather, and she could hardly feel her weight as she lay on her back.

A pang of pain shot through her heart. Without further hesitation, she fastened the hook and leaped.

The wind howled.

Su Ming was the last to jump, gripping the hook with one hand while struggling to maintain his balance with the other.

My soul almost left my body!

This isn't a meticulously planned roller coaster in an amusement park; it's a wild physics experiment where lives are at stake.

The hemp rope rubbed against the hook at high speed, making a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound and even emitting blue smoke.

"Da da da—"

Behind them, on the cliff face, several mercenaries leaned out and fired wildly, bullets banging against the rocks beside them, sending shards of rock flying.

But Su Ming and his companions were already moving so fast they were like ghosts, flying rapidly above the tree canopy.

"The tree ahead! The tree!" Jerry's distorted scream came from ahead.

A huge banyan tree stands across the zipline path.

"Pull your legs back! Cover your head!" Su Ming shouted from behind.

"I can't see!" Jerry not only didn't pull his legs back, but instead waved his arms and legs in the air trying to "brake".

"Bang!"

Jerry crashed headfirst into the dense canopy of trees, like a ripe durian smashing into the grass, startling a flock of birds and breaking countless branches.

Next was Ling Qiao. Although she was mentally prepared and used tactical maneuvers to protect the medicine girl behind her, she was still hurt by the tree branch. After landing, she rolled several times on the ground full of decaying leaves before she could dissipate the force.

Su Ming released the hook mid-air, adjusted his posture, tapped his toes three times on the tree trunk, and finally landed lightly on the soft soil, as steady as an old dog.

"vomit--"

In the bushes not far away, Jerry, with a bird's nest on his head, was kneeling on the ground vomiting uncontrollably.

"I hate this place... I want to go back to Miami... I'm going to sue you for prisoner abuse... Ugh..."

Ling Qiao quickly untied the bandages and checked on the girl. The girl was still unconscious, and her arms, covered with needle marks, were trembling slightly, as if she were having a nightmare.

"It's not over yet." Su Ming looked up in the direction the zipline had come from.

Several black dots were sliding down the rope at high speed.

"Venom and his gang are here." Su Ming drew his folding knife, but did not cut the rope.

It's too close, cutting it won't help, the opponent is about to land.

"These mad dogs." Ling Qiao raised her gun, released the safety, and said, "Su Ming, you take them away, I'll cover your retreat."

"Save your bullets." Su Ming suddenly sheathed his sword and listened intently. "The 'natives' here aren't exactly known for their good tempers."

There was a fishy smell in the wind.

It wasn't the smell of the sea, but rather the distinctive stench of carnivores that sent chills down one's spine.

The chirping of insects around us had disappeared at some point.

There was dead silence all around.

Jerry had just finished vomiting when he looked up and saw Su Ming's expression. His heart skipped a beat: "Su...Brother Su, don't scare me, what else is here?"

Su Ming put a finger to his lips.

"Shhh."

"Click."

A clump of ferns, about half a person's height, not far away was silently trampled flat by a huge claw.